Today was a relatively dull day, but tonight, I went out. First I headed back to dè Kameleon, where Patrick gave me the traditional Dutch 3 kisses, and I had four beers. Just before midnight I headed down to the Gay Palace—a wise decision, because had I arrived just 5 minutes later, entry would have doubled from 4€ to 8€.
The Gay Palace is a smorgasbord of tall attractive men—actually of the Netherlands is full of tall attractive men.
And one of the bartenders clearly thought I was hot.
I had noticed his behavior toward me, but I hadn’t been able to establish anything concretely. I had even specifically ordered a Coke from him, only to have him have the other bartender deliver it to me. One of the other people at the club made a specific point of telling me the bartender thought I was hot.
So I gave him my card with my German mobile number so that he can SMS me (I am using my German number because my Dutch number expired due to inactivity).
We’ll see if he SMSs me. Regardless of what happens (or does not happen), I did not get that stalker S feeling… and the bartender has some rather attractive features.
Funny enough, he was one of the two people I referenced in the “keeping time” part of my Thursday Rotterdam entry.
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