The new girl is spectacular. This one I am willing to come back to Negril for -- or bring to Los Angeles??? Am I crazy??? She's nice, she's sweet, she does not ask for anything (though I do help her out and treat her like a princesss), and oh yes, she does indeed have many of the qualities prized by superficial men.

We spent a leisurely day drinking rum punch and watching the waves crash near our toes at Catcha Falling Star, then headed over to my friend Keith's house near Banton's. There, his live-in assistant, known simply as "Rasta" cooked us a home-cooked meal consisting of ackee and saltfish, a boiled young banana (tastes like a potato) and also boiled potatos (Jamaicans love bulk food, Keith says).

She went back to her yard to freshen up, and I hung with my yardies at Seastar Inn, having made the move from Bar B Barn. I picked her up at her yard just in time to rush up the Cliffs for the big jump/sunset at Ricks. We returned to Seastar, ate a massive dinner consisting of three entrees between the two of us -- curry shrimp, spaghetti bolognese and fried snapper -- then enjoyed the privacy for a couple of hours.

I dropped her off with plans to see her again today (everyday, actually), and then met Keith and some of the Catcha yardies for a late drink back at Catcha (he had the rasta pasta and jerk appetizer, says it was good). It was only about 11 p.m. when I maneuvered the motor bike across the street and down Seastar Lane to get back home, but I was good and tired. I slept like a baby.

Today we're taking a boat snorkeling and to booby cay. She has only been in the ocean one other time in her life (what do Negril girls do all day long?????), so it should be an adventure. This one is SMOKIN' HOT, and even the local men all whistle and make little cheers of encouragement when she's hugging me on the bike as we motor along. I'm tellin you folks, if you're a single guy, looking for fun, it's the only way to live.