down at terrible beach at dusk, big fat full moon coming up over the ocean, crisp summer light casting glorious details over the ever shifting surf, a low flying eagle fly's past me carrying a big fish in it's talons, and behind me the wednesday night drummers ensemble are being to pound their skins, a jungle type rhythm,  full on tribal sounds, echoing through the sleepy suburb as girls hula hoop and dance, fire twirl and pirouete, one shakes her ass and gets down and funky. 

and as usual old captain mission is in the wrong place at the wrong time, somehow i'm designated to take her home as she lives quite far up the hill in an inaccessible part of the suburb. she's a cross between traumatised from something and somewhat drunk, she's constantly seeing reassurance and  because i have the constitution of a stoic asking if i am okay.

okay, she is attractive and very sexual, her energy is oozing out but she is also vulnerable and that makes her unpredictable so outside her place when she begs me to come inside i am declining, but my god she is persistent. she offers me a cup of tea and i agree,  but tea turns out into this big thing of wanting to make me dinner, then breakfast after a sleep, and somewhere in the madness i agree to watch a movie with her, but blankets and pillows are brought out, lights are switched off and she decides to remove most of her clothing. 

i keep my eyes on the screen and afterwards run for the door. deep down i know she is lonely and wants me to stay, i know she wants to look after me but to be honest my radar says danger danger and when i return home at midnight I know i made the right choice.

i have a rule, never sleep with anyone i've just met who is drunk or in an altered state, it's far to dangerous in this age.