What an empty night—the second in a row. Just one in a boring Calcutta, because Ariodante started at 7. In Handel they sing every phrase six times, with increasing amounts of vibrato, in contrast to the concision & brevity of The Makropulos Case. I couldn’t take any more of it. In the Lemon Tree the one who looks like the daughter but not the massive breasted white T-shirt girl. Had two halves & went back to Calcutta. Nothing doing there either, so I gave up. Then blow me as I was heading out the door, a gorgeous brunette in tight green top with big breasts comes in. I made such deep eye contact with her, that she eventually smiled & said thanks. I so much wanted to go back in to ogle her some more but resisted as I was so hungry. Once again I saw that blonde girl with her bicyclist boyfriend as I was leaving the flat. It is quite uncanny how often I see them. This time I looked deep into her gaze and held it until we said hello & smiled. Home tomorrow, then back for Duke Bluebeard? Where is the excitement? I am hungry for a girlfriend now.
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