#36358 - I had come a little prepared, with a white embroidered night shirt, but these little touches didn't really make Jaime smile- the morning saw him focused on other things and I left a bit disappointed. I don't give up that easily, I am sowing sees for another day! Talking of not giving up, Jose Antonio, an anti-deluvian character who dwells in the bar in the street below my flat bought me a drink today. Well, a pretty abusive Mexican talked to me for a few minutes, telling me how pretty I was, then talked to me for a few minutes more telling me how wonderful he was, and then I tried to make excuses: I rang up my date, Jamie from the toilets, and gave him the ultimatum that he should arrive before he lost his heavily made up lady, in a greenish cocktail dress, which I reserve for posh hotels.