Happy Christmas and Greetings for Eid Al Adha
I tried to post this a couple of days back but I think my proxy was playing up.
Thanks to WR and COP, my fellow AUH residents, and WM for taking time to read my ramblings. Reassuring to know that it wasn’t taken as a bunch of half-baked opinions and that we all seem to be mostly in sync with what’s going on here.
I’m also chuffed that I have a new place to explore in Seaview (thanks WR). I think COP's final paragraph rings so true for me: 'Not much to say except when you stand back and watch you realise it's a sad old life with the same girls making every man feel special until they move on to the next regular in the next bar or even across the room.' But it's the gems that keep us going, right?!
For a change, work will be keeping me in AUH over Christmas but I am sincerely hoping that absentee colleagues etc will make it relatively easy going as I can’t wait to indulge in some long overdue extra-curricular activities.
For all those going away for hols, please use this chance to re-hydrate in time for the New Year’s program of hedonism.
Happy Christmas and Safe Mongering in 2007.
Impromptu encounter at HJ
Allow me to indulge in a selfish appraisal of last’s night’s activities just because I can’t get it out of my head.
It started in Howard Johnson’s. A venue that I would normally avoid like the plague: below average and a fire hazard to boot. I needed to go there however to deliver a message to a friend’s sister. Once delivered, I had every intention of returning home.
On arrival I was surprised to bump into a tall good-looking Ethiopian who I sometimes dance and drink beer with at 49ers. For some strange reason I’d never bedded her. She was also surprised to see me and she mentioned that she also occasionally does Ally-Pally (thereby reinforcing the ‘rare gem’ theory, I proffered in a previous post). Seeing her in HJ’s put her in a whole new light and when she asked “you go with me tonight?” I had this irresistible urge to conform. On doing my chore, I returned to her and we moved close to the dance floor.
Unlike most other joints, I found in HJ there are areas where you can get away with a little hanky-panky and it wasn’t long before she was slipping her tongue in my mouth. As we progressed to each new level of inebriation our antics got worse (better). At one point she was offering me beer from her mouth – fabulous.
She mentioned that she had a boyfriend who works in the capital and pays the monthly rent on her room. The guy must absolutely adore her – especially as he is hiding this generosity from his wife and kids. A point that almost had me feeling guilty and reflecting on the fragility of the human condition that forces a man to transform the tragedy of his life from middle-aged marital boredom to the total devotion of a girl half his age who sells her body to any man willing to pay the price. - - - A thought that I put temporarily to the back of my mind as there was still some serious shagging to be done.
We decided to go and took the lift down. It stopped on the second floor and she asked if I wanted to go to the African bar there. I agreed and we danced to the band and laughed at the Filipino tranny who was being romanced by a couple of sloshed horny Arabs. They must have seen straight through his thinly disguised gender – but could have denied it if busted, as homosexuality is in strict violation to Sharia law.
Finally, we left but not before I flew head-first into the monolithic elevator ash tray, cutting my back and somehow smacking my companion on the nose. Evidently I had tried to lift her up – must make a mental note not to try that again when pissed. Also need to make a mental note to heed some advice I once received: treat a lady like a ***** but a ***** like a lady. We were politely but firmly ejected from HJ by the hotel staff into a waiting cab.
It must have been about 02:30 but we stopped at a pizza place which was still amazingly busy. Foolishly, we continued to play around in the pizza place, much to everyone’s bemusement/ distaste. AUH is a small place and even in the wee hours I risked being spotted (another mental note needed), more so because we walked back to her place with much noise and laughter.
In bed she was sizzling hot. I licked every part of her and she was keen on Beso Negro, I sucked her toes, which smelt subtly but just fuelled my lust further. She confirmed my observation that Ethiopian girls don't give BJ's or do anal - she said she had tried the latter once with her BF but it hurt too much. I took her missionary, standing and doggy with her initiating the change of position each time. Out of the blue, she said she would like to try anal with me. Never done it before but we agreed to give it a try next time. Went to sleep at 4am with her whispering, "I love a morning fuck - very hard". I was beginning to relate to her boyfriend's infatuation.
GFE out of the question but this girl was a sweetheart nonetheless. Never once discussed money. I left in the morning and paid her dhs500 for which she thanked me with a long snog.
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Lies, Damn lies and WG talk
Piper1 & 11Bravo, I’m flattered that you took time to read my FR and that my user name sub-consciously uprooted the link with the greatest rock n roll band that ever lived. Actually that’s bullshit I couldn’t even hum one of their songs, let alone name one (much too young, you see)
Not wishing to mislead anyone with the title, you can actually learn more about yourself than you realise with some WGs but more of that in a future post perhaps. Many of your WGs will tell white lies just to ease the situation. Let’s face it, we don’t go with these girls for their honesty and, in monger mode, we are not exactly shining examples of truth and sincerity ourselves. Just as a light-hearted analysis of some of the fibs we all encounter, with more than a grain of truth, the following glossary should be of use to the un-initiated:
She says: You are handsome
She means: I’ll shag anything with a wallet
She says: I’m from Kenya
She means: I’m from Uganda
She says: I don’t go with Indians and Arabs
She means: I can extract large sums of money from white guys.
She says: I prefer older men
She means: I can extract a ridiculous amount of money from older men.
She says: I’m from Tanzania
She means: I’m from Kenya
She says: I really like your nose
She means: Christ! What a hooter! But I'd shag the Elephant Man for dhs 500.
She says: I miss you
She means: Punters are a bit thin on the ground at the moment, you'll do!
She says: I’m from Ghana
She means: I’m from Nigeria
She says: I love you
She means: I want to relieve you of your cash next time too.
She says: Pay me first
She means: shoot your bolt quickly, then go
She says: I’m from Nigeria
She means: I really am from Nigeria
She says: My name is Mimi
She means: I can’t be arsed to wait for you to struggle with my real name.
She says: I’m from Eritrea
She means: I’m from Ethiopia
She says: My room is nearby
She means: If it was daytime we would sit in the mother of all traffic jams to get
there.
She says: I’m from Shanghai
She means: You couldn’t even pronounce where I’m from
She says: You come my place. I have nice room.
She means: You come my place. Hot & Cold running cockroaches
From the "Secret Dubai" blog
[b] Sex in the City [/b]
[quote]What a Carry On in the Capital: hordes of angry Abu Dhabi residents chasing naughty nymphettes from the Qasr to the Corniche. Act I - SMS by sex - furious Dhabians are being spammed with text messages advertising "girls of different Arab nationalities" for sexual services:
"I wonder how etisalat allows such messages to reach people. They should monitor all messages and block indecent ones," [one resident] said.
"It is against our traditions and religion. Even in Europe and other countries which allow such companies to operate, these kinds of messages will not be allowed to reach people's mobile phones," he said.
Another irritated woman said her husband had received these messages inviting him to have sex with young Arab girls in Abu Dhabi. "I tried to contact the company several times but no one is responding," she said. "Etisalat should prevent people from sending these messages and they should monitor the content of them."
Act II - air ho-stesses - Dhabians are up in arms over the comings and goings of female flight staff in "half-dressed attire":
One resident said: "I don’t really care about their social life, when we see them getting picked up by flashy cars, but when these cars cause inconvenience to the residents… it is of significant concern." They added: “I have no issues with Etihad Airlines but if they could teach their staff how to behave when they are not flying it would be greatly appreciated.” Etihad refused to comment.
And we must also refrain from commenting on the possibility of any connection between these two stories.[/quote]