Wish I could do something about how oppressive the heat can be here. I can´t move without feeling as if things are just going to fall apart. The heat in Palenque didn´t feel that bad this afternoon and I don´t think that it has got really any hotter in the early evening but it does feel horrifically hot and it doesn´´t help´when you´ve got a dose of the squirts to contend with either.

I spend half of the night fantasizing about Geraldine who is way too much older than me and then of all the Mexican women to approach me, it had to be a teenage girl looking like she was unsure which side of the sexworkers divide she was on. For christ´s sake, did she really approach me for a relationship or what?

Figuring out what the hell runs through women´s minds is always going to be a pasttime of men and I guess that there is never going to be a man who doesn´t wonder from time to time what goes through a woman´s mind when he approaches her. She was kind of different, she was just way to young, sixteen at the most. I know the laws are different here in Mexico and this isn´t necessarily the problem that it is in the UK but for Christ´s sake, why do the discourtesy of approaching me when I am feeling so damn randy.

Geraldine is a different kettle of fish. A dental hygenicist who lives alone. I get the most dreadful feeling that she loves the idea of casual sex from time to time but is just too concerned what would happen if anyone were to think that she of all people were doing that. I personally have never seen anything wrong with a woman who has a healthy appetite for sex but I guess that women in her age band tend to think a little differently. Maybe if she was just a little younger she wouldn´t care what the neighbours thought of her.

Asking her to wear only high heels and her smallest knickers last time we saw each other was just a mistake. I say that now though it was the type of moment that left me feeling as if I´d jumped for a leaving ship right out from the docks as far as I could get and missed by a good few feet not making the least contact with her. Still she´s got a good figure, very attractive long hair, a very pretty face and she´s very easy to deal with which may give me just the wrong indication, that she loves a good seeing to and likes being bent over in bed, with her ankles up behind her ears and the like. Why aren´t all women like this?

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