Kroeg

So lets get into what exactly this blog will be about and what you can come to expect from me Juanne-Pierre.  I am the owner of a brand new bar/lounge called Kroeg.  in the bar i have bikes which we have just started to tours with.  As the first year of owning a business comes closer to the end i thought it's time to start writing again.  Writing about my experiences I've had and how they influence me today and ultimately giving you a chance to look into the life of a 26 year old gay man in South Africa.

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Basically, if you can appreciate good humour keep reading my shit.  I always find myself in some of the most uncomfortable jams and maybe you might just get to hear about them.  Trust me you will laugh your arse off!!!

So basically this week will entail trying to stop drinking and trust me, when you own a bar its not so easy to say 'i don't want that sundowner'.  Its been 24 hours, still sober and sitting in front of my mac jotting it down. 

This all began early Monday morning when I decided to spend the day at a Day Spa.  I was in for a surprise.  The idea never occurred to me that maybe someone telling me how to relax might just tense me up.  Even more shocking was the fact that sleeping with other people who are awake kinda freaks the shit out of me.  I cant even dose off in the car with friends without waking with my heart pounding fast enough to charge a small town with energy, let alone sleep while a stranger is rubbing my naked body.  

                 

                          Needless to say, I woke up on the border of hysterical.  I jumped off the message table before she could say anything else and dashed off to get dressed.  As quick as I could i rushed out of there and straight home to try relax... my way.  somehow I don't think I'm alone in saying that being forced to relax by a stranger is hardly relaxing, i would much rather take a shorter message from a lover who is feeling me off rather than rubbing me down.  

When I asked around though, to my horror I found 1 individual who thought the same way.

  Maybe we were wrong?  Maybe I need to change?  Maybe I just need to stop drinking... and bingo!  Thats were it started.  Maybe its my horrific detox from a weekend with satan and a bunch of rent boys, Jack, Jameson, Johnnie and the one with the funny accent Jagermeister!  That could be the reason I couldn't relax.  

so this will be step one, if afterwards I'm still uncomfortable Ill try something else, I'm sure there's a reason.

Wishing Me Happy Hunting