Near the Hanoi Opera Hilton
Hello All. Had a nice distraction on Monday evening. Walked out the entrance of the Hilton, headed left at around 9:30 PM. Lots of girls (and pimps) on bikes cruising. When they weren't greeting you from the bike they'd run across the street and grab your arm. One pulled up with a cute little spinner who spoke reasonable English. She was looking for $50. 00. I countered with $30. 00 and it was off to the races. We walked to a nearby mini-hotel (she covered the room fee). Girl was good, not great. But charming and fun to talk to. I think I enjoyed the walk with her more than the actual session.
We went to about five different no-tel's who all turned us away at the door. Apparently, it's not legal for a foreigner to rent a room in one of these places. For a Viet. No problem. So we visited about six places until we found one, tucked back into some very risky looking back-streets.
The room offered a clean towel, and sheets. And (amazingly) hot water in the shower. We cleaned up. She soaped me down. Everything was covered. Which was fine with me. I told her I was from New York. And she went on about all the places she had traveled to and worked. She recounted multiple tours to Singapore where she'd go to Ipanema. The Beach Club in Malaysia; as I said. The conversation on the walk to the no-tell was more interesting than the session. I wouldn't mind giving her $100. 00 and just asking her to recount her travels. She seemed to have some great stories.
What was really remarkable about this evening was the confirmation of an old adage I heard a long time ago about girls. That it's not the sex you usually remember, it's something special or unique about the girl. A sound they would make, or a personality quirk. Some of the more interesting girls I have been with haven't always been the most entertaining in the sack.
SA