Hotboy Escort Agency. Second date. The Guru.

          The last time I wrote a post about the Hotby Escort Agency, I got a nice comment from a spam robot overseas with a link to a real escort agency. All of the girls were far prettier than moi. I'm celibate. It's a joke.

          So I went out on my second date tonight. I met her at Waverley Station and took her to the Burger King Bar, and gave her some money. It wasn't mine. I didn't earn it. I didn't save it. So I gave it to her. After a white coffee, we got a taxi and went to the newish restaurant across the road, and it was full. Then we went to a Buffulo Bill steak joint kind of place, and then we left without eating. She's like a model and doesn't really eat after lunch. She really seemed to enjoy the slice of my bread she ate when we came up here instead. I showed her my room and I'd changed everything on the bed, including the covers for the duvets, (!) in case she wanted to stay.

         She's a nun. I took refuge with her in January. She said: (aide memoir)

1) Enlightenment is not a state of mind.

2) She said she had no doubts about rebirth. We spoke about this for a bit

3) I asked her if everyone who meditated and did it for long enough got the bliss. She said it seemed not. (So that's all you flatheids off the hook. Maybe if you meditated ... anyway, you won't. Still, a flatheid then. Oh well.) Maybe it had something to do with how you were physically ordered. (So I was right. You are all a bunch of Neanderthals, so you are. Or you might not be, but too dumb to find out anyway!)

4) She told me lots of other things. I think I need a bit of help and she might be able to give it to me. What a fortunate creature I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!