An On-Line Journal
by Paul Buceta
2003 06 23 - Sex Show Comes to Town

I heard that there was a sex show coming to town.

Hello... Where do I sign?

I checked out their site and saw this woman painted like a tiger.
I thought I could look cool if I could get close to a tiger.

I did and she didn't even bite.


At the show they had a henna tattooing place.
I thought I would try to look cool by getting PHAT tattooed on my torso.

There was a bit of a misunderstanding and this is the end result.

I can't complain though, it was a great icebreaker with the ladies.

I would ask,
"Would you date a fat guy like me?"
"Do you know what might get rid of this?"
"Do you think this is funny or stupid?"

I even got on stage just before some male dancers did to wave to the audience.
I wish I had a picture of the crowd - You'd swear I was crazy (If you haven't already).

By the way, I went into the beer stand to get some drinks and they where stamping hands.
I asked them if they would stamp my belly instead.
If you look closely, you can see my red beer stamp in a lot of the pics.

I was walking by when I read the sign this girl was standing under.
"Connecting Singles Differently"
That sounded like a challenge to me.

(I think she dug the Paul Buceta sunglasses)

Above and below where two of the cutest girls I'd seen in some time.

This one below had a pair of beautiful eyes.

I asked her if she recalled the theme song to The Love Boat
The Love Boat soon will be making another run
The Love Boat promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.
Love won't hurt anymore
It's an open smile on a friendly shore.
Yes LOVE! It's LOVE!

Yeah, I know pretty corny stuff - It makes for a fun story if nothing else.

This next girl saw me from across the room and came running over yelling,
"Oh my GOD it's Paul Buceta!"
I love you, I love you, I love you!
Well not really, I think I had to pay five bucks to get her to pose for me.

(Who ever said these journal things were cheap?)

After a few drinks, I went to this dunk pool thing they had.
There were a bunch of bikini clad girls there that would sit in this contraption and get dunked if someone would hit a bull's-eye with a baseball.
Because I talked-up some serious trash they asked me to get into this thing for them to try.
"Yeah right, how stupid do I look to you?"

So - How stupid do I look to you?


It's not everyday that I go home with my soaking wet underwear in a bag and FAT tattooed on my stomach.

Oh oh, I just thought about something.
I hope my girlfriend Jodi doesn't read this, or I'll have some serious explaining to do.