One day I headed up to Amsterdam to spend the day and enjoy the sites. After seeing the show, I wrote an email to my friends. My Amsterdam Day was about a shopping, b dinner with a friend, and c sex. Between the book and the web site, I made my plans for Saturday: I would take a train from Rotterdam where I was staying to Amsterdam in the morning, get to Amsterdam at noon, buy my ticket to the live sex show at noon, then go shopping, dine, and return to the bar at 10pm for the live sex show.
My plan got slightly off kilter when I stayed out until 3am Friday night — thus setting me back substantially. I got up at 10 after breakfast, naturally , took a shower, and was, essentially, operating very slowly. I got to Amsterdam at something like or 1 — and immediately went to the Blue Boy Club to purchase a ticket for the live sex show at 10pm. It was immediately interesting—the bartender sold me my ticket, and this cute guy materialized around the corner of the bar and asked me where I was from.
But I did it anyway. At I met my friend for dinner, and we had a lovely time… we went to Dutch eetcafe where I had Chicken Kip with peppers paprika , onions??? It was a tasty meal—I showed her what I bought, chatted—all the things that make an evening perfect. I figured that I needed a half hour to figure out what was going on and to relax—and relax and figure out what was going on is the key notion here. It was—at least for me—amusing. I sat down at the end of the bar—there was one stool to my left, and then the rest of bar was straight in front of me—I noticed that directly behind me when I sat down there was a television playing hard core gay porn—I suppose I could have sat differently in the hopes of watching porn, but I really just wanted to sit down and get my bearings.
It was a voice out of nowhere! One of the cute young rent boys had sat himself down next to me and wanted my attention. I then looked around the bar and one of the guys noticed my looking around and immediately stubbed out his cigarette and came over to me.
Oh, so my type, save for the smoking—my guaranteed turn off. But I chatted with him. I never quite figured it out, but I think that he had either been working at the Blue Boy Club either for a week or for six months. I was intrigued, so I naturally said yes, and he brought over a menu. Inside was a page listing the prices of the boys. Mucho expensive! The club was temperature wise very warm. Probably the warmest spot in all of the Netherlands—I would estimate 80ish degrees. It was probably so the boys would be half naked—and the customers me!
