Touchdown + tagteam

Arrive in Philippines Manila airport- 12:30am.
Check through customs, get baggage, take taxi, arrive in hotel 1:15am.
As we check in to the hotel I remember that I planned to share a room with my drummer. "Do you still want to do that? We could get separate rooms just in case we meet some chicks and hook up?" I ask.
"No. We have to go with it now. Whatever happens, happens."

Whatever happens, happened indeed...

We drop off our bags, and hit the bar 1:45am in the morning.

"Its late, so all the good girls will have gone home. That leaves us all the bad girls." I comment, thinking about the possible opportunities for picking up.
"There are no 'good' girls where we are going." 'Beach boy' replies. He had been to the Philippines more than 15 times and was very familiar with the place. He got us all Jager bombs to get the night started, a drink that we would be downing one after another all night.

We had walked through a beaten and rundown metro Manila to get to the bar. Street kids hassling us for cash and vendors yelling to sell their wares even in the late late evening. The streets were so cracked up and broken and the buildings were so dirty and broken it was hard to realize that this was the CBD and not just a ghetto.

In the bar, to my left a ton of half whorish half haggard looking girls. To my right, more of the same. We were soon to be surrounded. Beach boy was in his element, the other 3 of us were a little taken back. These girls didn't have it stated clearly, but they were all more than likely hookers. Well, we could say hookers, but they were hookers with a choice. Normal girls that would be easy to hook up with, but wanted a little money for their time, if I could read the situation right.

Eventually I noticed a hot girl. The drummer from my band who was joining us on this trip came up and said, "That girl is hot."
'Damn you!' I secretly thought to myself, knowing that since he had been the first to say it, it was more or less his target of attention and I should respect that and keep my distance. But I was happy that he had good taste and I'm always happy to see my bros hook up so I grabbed the girl and had her join our party. And party it was becoming. We had a mini keg of beer on our table and a group of girls were clustering us while one of our crew was dancing on stage with a girl imitating all styles of fully clothed sex acts to the beats of American pop music. Amongst the group of girls with us was a very thin girl, with these dorky looking hugeass teeth and she reminded me of my lab partner from my university days. The thing was my lab partner was a dude. Not a chick. This chick was not someone I really wanted to hang with but she was making huge efforts to be sexy that were kinda just failing but endearing nonetheless.

Jager bomb after Jager bomb and there were no girls that I found particular interest in and I had that tingling sensation that I should be doing something, I just wasn't sure what it was. Should I dance, talk to people, go for a jog or punch someone? That was the redbull speaking. I talked to some girls and told them that we should all go back to my hotel and have a party there. All the girls I talked to expressed particular distaste in doing something like that with the girl that my drummer was with. She had a lot of enemies in the place. The only girl who seemed down was the lab partner girl.

"OK, fuck this redbullshit. We are going to bounce to the hotel. Lab girl, you are coming with us." I announce to her glee. I'm thinking that if my drummer is going to be in the same room as me fucking some chick, I have to be with a chick too, and since no other girl is going to go with the drummers chick, it has to be her.
The lab girl grabs me, "Wait. I have something to tell you. But I will tell you later."
"Huh? What?"
"I tell you later. OK."
"Tell me now."
"No I tell you later. I tell you something later."
I'm not in the mood. At all. All the sugar from the redbull is making me nauseous and I want to puke yet at the same time I want to jump and hang from the ceiling and do a spinning bird kick. I tell her to speak now or I'm leaving. She keeps her silence.

This is bullshit drama that is so unnecessary. I tell her I'm leaving before I get pissed, switch to super sayan mode and give her a tiger uppercut. Another chick from our party grabs me and says, "Forget her. Lets find another girl. You tell me which girl you like and I will talk to her."

We go downstairs and I'm noticing that all the girls are about as equally unhot as the lab partner. Another friend grabs me and says, "Your chick told me the story...."
"Whoa bro, she's not my chick."
"Whatever. She said that one of the girls bought a bunch of drinks and charged them to our tab. She was just trying to do the right thing."

Now I'm confused. This sux. I don't know whats going on. My ability to comprehend more than two steps in a logical process has been cut short to only half of one. I decide the only thing to do is get shots and take the lab girl and the hot girl back for an after party.

SHOTS!

"OK Ladies, we are going to the hotel for the after party!"

But now its time for more drama, this time from the drummer's girl. "It will cost you 4ooo pesos to take me home." an amount that seems stupid by any good looking man's equation. His reply, "I'll give you 700."
"No."
"Bye."
The deal is off. The drummers chick is out. FUCK YES!! That means I can tell the dorky lab partner girl to scram and I can get some sleep. Sweeeeeet!
"Lab girl. We are going back to the hotel to sleep. You and your friends are staying here. Laterz!" Woot!

We start bailing and she's following me down the street. Grabbing onto my arm. Cool weather in the air at 5:30 am and I notice a ton of street kids and homeless people starting to gather. There as I walk, an unattractive hooker is grabbing my arm, a boy is grabbing my other arm, 2 girls and a boy are shouting at me to give them money while they make grabs at my pockets and a mother holding a baby approaches me shoving her child in my face asking for cash for food.

Surreality.

After being as clear as I possibly could about not being able to help the bar girl out ("I'm not having sex with you and you won't be getting any cash.") she claims that she just wants to sleep in our room and share a bed. Whatever. I'm cool with that much...

Recap-
-Hard drinking in a bar full of potential hookers
-Tons of weird drama
-Scammed on bar tab by whore
-Whores not hot except for one
-Hot whore hated by everyone, not DTF without a lot of cash, drummer not down to pay
-Unhot whore wants to stay in our hotel even though we won't be paying her
-2 dudes in a room with a whore

That last point again-

2 dudes in a room with a whore.

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A new story starts here.

There were these two guys that played music in a band together as a hobby. One of them played drums, the other was a singer guitarist. Both somewhat popular amongst the ladies somehow ended up in room with a lone hooker. She didn't want money, just a place to stay for a while. Just to have a nap in the early hours of the morning. She went to sleep next to the singer guitarist guy, and in a separate bed the drummer went to sleep. But it was a fitful sleep. The air conditioning was too strong, and when it wasn't the blankets were too sweaty. There was a lot of tossing and turning and very little sleep until she wakes him up by making out with him and tugging on his junk.

This eventually turns into a blowjob. This blowjob turns into sex. All the while, the drummer is "sleeping" in the bed directly beside.

That guy is me.

I'm kinda ashamed of what happened so I'm distancing myself from it by telling it in the third person perspective....

Anyway, she's riding me hard and working her hips like a ..........pro........
and she hits her climax. I'm not quite there yet, and she leans forward and tells me, "I want to fuck your friend. He is lonely."

I'm thinking in all sorts of random directions right now. Yes, its possible he is lonely and wants sex, but its unlikely he wants it with this chick. Apart from that he is sleeping. I guess I could push this chicks head onto his dick and we could get a threesome happening, but what if he wakes up rejects her and is left with me just in the bed next to him having sex with this chick. That is just awkward for everyone.

I tell the girl to not include my drummer. We finish and sleep a little but I wake pretty soon leaving her to sleep while I get some breakfast with the rest of the gang. There I'm to find out that the drummer wasn't sleeping at all, but taking peeks through the reflection in the mirror. I'm asking, "Why didn't you join in?" He's saying, "Why didn't you invite me?"
Our conclusion; he should go up to the room now, and finish the job.

He walks in the door, "What are you doing? Are you OK?"
Her reply, "I want to fuck you."

Case closed.

Philippines trip summary

Madness....

So many things happened. Here's a summary.

-Broken roads, aggressive street touts and pushy beggar swarms attempting pickpocket
-Pushy bar girls looking for romance and free drinks
-Excessive red bull
-Tag team sex
-Burning car on the side of the road
-Hooker family birthday party in the provincial ghetto
-Hooker fight in my hotel room, crying hooker
-Epic threesome fail
-Beach chick pick up, wants money and sex, gets both
-Food poisoning, puking, diarrhea, immobilization
-Super typhoon, get caught in a massive flood, float down the street
-Miss international flight
-Finally return
-SLEEEEEEEP

Sudden dirty mail.

The suga mama mails abruptly late at night. More interestingly, she mails in English. Which she can not speak. My guess is she is using translating software online. So I play along. I find that I have a strong sense of humor in relation to sex talk done with terrible translations.

What are you doing now? What clothes are you wearing.
What? That is so sudden. I just got home so I took my clothes off.

It only came to want to send abnormal mail.
Your English study is earnest. I want to see sexy erotic photos of you in a bath. Do you have any?

I love using whack English that is online translator friendly. I think this is a unique skill in itself.

Do you use it at the masturbation? A photo is attached.
Sexy. I am becoming hard. Will you touch me? I attach one of myself.

I want to touch. The photograph and Ransom.
I want to touch you. Your face, your body. I want you to touch me, anywhere.

All of you are licked, touching.
I want to lick you. Slowly. and fast. Lick you a lot.

Is such abnormal mail always done?
I ask you the same question.

Of course, it does everyday.
It is sexual and pervert. I want more.

Transforming when staying is? understanding. It is only your body.
先のは全然分からへんかった。どういういみ？I have no idea what you just said. You are going to need to clarify that.

旅行に行ったときにままが変態って分かったでしょ？　ままはあなたのものだよ。When we went on holiday you found out what I was like and how I have a bad side. I am yours...

Disaster in progress

Super busy with life right now. Can hardly breathe. Lucky for me next week I'm going to take a summer vacation and get out of Japan for a bit and rest my brain for a few days.

So here's the story,

I had a chick over at my place two nights ago. She is a very 'pure princess type' and is really sweet and damn fine. She is a make up artist and works at a cosmetics counter in town, not too far from where I live, but her make up company's office is directly opposite my building. She goes there sometimes for training sessions. I have bumped into her out the front of my apartment before...

I had another girl over at my place last night. Very cool and confident with a strong personality that matches her hot looks. She is another nail artist in training who sometimes works at a kyaba kura on the side for easy cash. I found out that her nail shop is on almost the same block as my building, and she lives around the corner from me too. We shop at the same grocery store...

If I keep seeing these girls, or if they keep seeing me, the chances of a cataclysmic showdown between me and two girls, in the middle of the street near my apartment, is dangerously high. It's just a matter of time really...

Group dates

A very common way for boys and girls to meet in Japan is to go on a group date. They call this 合コン (gokon) or コンパ (konpa). One boy will invite a few of his friends to a date with a girl who also brings her friends. The number of men should always be equal to the number of girls. They get together and have dinner with drinks. Everyone gets to know each other and has a fun time. This is the best way to find a respectable partner of the opposite sex in Japan.

My last Japanese tutor was an old widower who told me that she met her husband at konpa. "The konpa is a very good thing. Very very good. Its the best way to meet a respectable man with a stable job." She had lived her life as a housewife. She joined a company after graduation, not necessarily to work, but to find a husband so she could quit the workforce and use his economic ability as her livelihood. Which she did until his death.

I have only bad feelings towards konpas. Basically, I hate them like poison. In fact, there wasn't a lot I agreed with when speaking to that lady and most of the time I just laughed in disbelief at many of her traditional Japanese ideals.

When I was first learning Japanese I was stuck in an industrial town that was void of life. I went to the local community office because I heard there were volunteer teachers that could teach me Japanese for free. I was paired up with a plain looking women in her 30s who sometimes had outbursts of acne on her face. Noriko sensei was shy as she was simple and we nervously got to know each other and had coffee whilst learning language.

The following week she didn't want to go to a coffee shop, but another place not too far off. We went there too. The week after that she knew about a restaurant somewhere else, so she took me in her car. Each week we went to different places and she drove me around. Noriko sensei really pissed me off because an hour "lesson" would wipe out my whole night. But I knew I had to learn Japanese and I justified the dates with this teacher, as they had become, as cultural learning. Plus I was seeing more places and things that genuinely interested me. It was a little adventure.

Eventually one night we were at the seaside under a moonlit sky and she asked me if I had ever dated an older women. I was 23/24 or so at the time. I replied to Noriko sensei earnestly and told her that my current girlfriend was older than me.

Huge awkward silence followed.

Then eventually,

"You have a girlfriend?"
"Yeah. She works in a bar and talks to men for money."
"Oh, I see."

I think she was going to ask me for a kiss or something. I wasn't down with that. The drive back was pretty silent and uncomfortable. She made some cutting remarks at my GFs job but I was chill about it.

I eventually broke up with my gf cause she was a bit too crazy for me to deal with but I was still taking lessons with this woman. Then one night as I was sitting in my apartment doing nothing, I get a call from *skeezy J with an offer to attend what would be my first konpa experience. This guy was a skeeze, I disliked his voice, his demeanor and I avoided him as much as possible.

"How did you get my number?"
"Never mind that, we have a konpa starting in 20 minutes and one of the guys can't make it. How soon can you get here?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Look, I'd get a J-guy, but this is supposed to be a gaijin konpa and we need you to make the number complete."

I thought about it and I knew that this guy was skeeze town. Everything was slimy about him, even his skin. Especially his skin! He was greasy and I'm pretty sure that before Japan he had a job in the cinema buttering popcorn with his face.

But like most things in life that I haven't experienced, I wanted to try the konpa thing at least once. So I said yes, got on my bicycle and met the group at the spot. I greeted the guys and we went over to meet the girls, and from the darkness appeared 3 ladies, and one silhouetted figure. A tingling sense of familiarity came across me and I stood in disbelief as I saw her....

"NORIKO SENSEI!!!...........

.......What are you doing here?"
"Wow... I didn't expect you to be here..."
"WTF...."

silence.

The Japanese tutor that was clearly interested in me at one point was now here at a group date. My chance to do the Japanese thing of finding a suitable partner is going to be foiled by this acne lady and that greaseball skeezy J.

At that moment of awkward realization I knew that there was only one option for me-

Get trashed!

And I did.

Skeezy J was being an LBH dickwad. He went out of his way to talk me down to the girls. I was stuck sitting in front of my fricken tutor- Noriko sensei, and the other guys were equally as chumpass as their leader skeezy J.

From that day forth I vowed to never again go to a konpa.

Every now and then I pick up girls and they say to me over text, "lets meet again, but can I bring some friends?"

No thanks baby. No konpa for me. Its the lamest thing ever. The idea was lame when I first heard of it, and it is still lame now. If you want to partake in some lame-a-thon, instead of a real date, then by all means go ahead and do it. But you can do it minus me. Thanks and goodnight.

Boytoy duties

There she is, attractive, confident and completely unaware of reality. Living a life of blissful ignorance, wasteful spending, dating and sex. The *suga mumma is a mystery that I don't yet understand though it seems I have become her new pet.

She wanted to travel with me to a beach side cottage that provides a luxurious escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday city life. In Japan they call these bed and breakfast type hotels 'Ryokan' and they are often decked out with Japanese style fittings. We arrived to a luxurious open plan front rock garden.

As I walked in I noticed the corridors were decked with art and the floors were tatami.
The room was luxurious and we looked around for only a moment.....

Before she pulled off my clothes and recognized my hardness in her mouth. Later we relaxed in the tub on the balcony and watched the sunset.
It was still and I felt relaxed whilst drinking mikan (mandarin) juice.





























Later we entered the ryokan's restaurant and enjoyed a ten course meal. I was sure my stomach would explode.


























The waitress gave me the eyes and the sugar mamma got snarky. I paid little attention and drank more beer.




Later the she showed me her matching underwear styles.










Which one did I like more? T-back or panty style?





















I like both.

Gaining points

I was stepping out of the shower and she was watching me dry off, too hungover to do much. Called by her the night before saying that she was too drunk to go home and asking to stay over, we stumbled our way home when she pulled an empty bottle of gin from her purse. She had covertly brought it in to Karaoke with her and polished it off with one friend. Today she was feeling the punishment of excess alcohol consumption and its effects on a body equipped with only one liver and two kidneys.

As she sat on my futon with her legs folded under her in a kneeling position, the morning light shining in on her through the window, I couldn't help admire her cute face and porcelain-like white, smooth skin through the rough messed hair and reckless youth she was embodying. I had noticed before, of course, but I didn't really appreciate it.

Then I started to wonder why I'm so selfish in not returning the feelings that I'm sure this girl has for me? I wondered, "Why don't I really care so much about this girl? She is really cute and cool. She is down to earth and is mostly easy to get along with..Sex is great..."

Then I realized that she had lost points in some ways, and hadn't gained points in others.

This might sound shallow, but I don't think it is. I'm just bringing up things that happen to me subconsciously and focusing on them until they become conscious.

Losing points

-She went to an international party and some foreign guys hit on her. She gave them her number and when they messaged she showed me. By being picked up by other guys, I think she was trying to make me jealous and become protective, but instead it just made me think that she was being manipulative, petty and weak. That's not something a confident person would do.

-She died her hair black for the sake of job hunting. Not necessarily a bad thing since she should get a job, but her hair used to be blonde. Blonde is hot.

-Her ambition in life is to be a housewife. I'm still really stuck on this issue. I just think that people with goals and ambitions in life are cool. I look at my brother and his wife and they are both model quality good looking people, super intelligent and have started their own businesses. I think the way they talk to each other and inspire each other is so amazing. Now they have a massive house and go traveling all the time. I envy them.

Gaining points

I was talking to a girl the other day. Just a standard overworked office lady. Her demeanor was shy, low on confidence and generally nervous whilst interacting with me. Her body was slim and she was of moderate to above average height. Nice smile. To a lot of guys she would be good looking. Guys would even see the shyness as cute and endearing. They would find the gentleness and uncertainty of her actions as a chance to help and become meaningful. On the other hand, I see her as oversensitive and prone to be offended at my nonchalant attitude to life. Her lack of confidence just pisses me off. I can't speak to girls normally if they are sweating when we talk.

However, she pulled an ace out of her sleeve and gained mad points. It was almost an instaboner reaction to what she said when asking about her music interests.

"What kinda music do you like?"
"Rock."
"Really? Me too. What bands? Do you like Bz? Many Japanese people like Bz."
"No. I don't like Japanese rock music. I like foreign. I like heavy rock...... I like KORN."
"What? No way!"
"And Slipknot."

My whole impression of her went from loser OL that shared resemblance to every other OL I had met, to a new person. An interesting person with interesting tastes. Individuality. Someone slightly odd and slightly different. Someone who I could talk to and share music recommendations with. Someone I could possibly go to live shows with. Someone who might be down for doing something radical and different. Someone who I could fuck whilst listening to hard rock.

I lack this 'shared interests' category with basically all Jgirls. I think my world is too far from theirs. Either that, or theirs is too small.

But I think that girls instantly become more attractive to me by doing/being the following.

-Tanning their skin
-Wearing fake lashes, fake nails, revealing clothing, high heels, knee high stockings, bangles, bracelets, necklaces, color contacts.
-Dieting
-Coloring their hair
-Curling their hair
-Being tall (kinda out of their control though)
-Doing something, having some kind of hobby or interest aside from sleeping/ watching TV and eating cake.
-Having some ambition/goal in life. In some way doing something non-passive.

Technology+Gyaru+language barrier=Fail

The phone rings. Its Cecil. She has a question about technology. Technology is not my forte. Speaking about it in Japanese is especially not.
Hey
Wassup?
You know itunes right? Well mine is stuck in English. I want to use it in Japanese. So like, how do I change it to Japanese?
I don't know? Language settings?
OK. So, like, how do I change it?
I don't know. You have windows right? I have a mac. I don't know how windows works.
............. So.....,like, its stuck in English right. I just, like, want to use it in Japanese. How do I change it?
Are you kidding? I just told you I don't know.
But you, like, speak English right? So how can I use it in Japanese?
What? Change the language settings? I don't know?
I don't want to use it in English. I can't speak English. I want to use it in Japanese....
OK, I understand that but I.......Fuck it. Just wait a minute, I'm getting home right now. I'll search how to change it on the net. Wait. OK, go into the menu on the right, bla, bla, etc.
OK, I did that. Its still in English.
Well fuck. I don't know.
......so........like...........How do I change it to Japanese?
I give up.

This conversation is an abbreviated version of a very long and tedious one. But who can blame her when she is that sexy?

Blazian!

A black person who is mixed with an Asian person produces the offspring with the phenotype of half-black, half Asian or 'black Asian'. The technical term is 'Blazian'


Actually, its not really a technical term. I just made it up now, did a net search and realized its already out there.

Recently I've been watching black artists like Beyonce and Rihanna. I think they are so hot. I also came across a new chick called Nikki who looks uncannily like a chick I made out with once while riding a cruise ship. Nikki has the same beautiful yet dorky smile. I saw this pic and I got a boner instantly.


The technical term for this is 'instaboner'.

I want to hook up with a girl who is not Japanese, preferably black or blazian and I've been wondering how to do it since I rarely see non Japanese girls. I just realized that there are gaijin hostess clubs. I wonder how much they cost? Maybe I could just hang around the door and wait for them to show up to work and catch them before or after their shift? Yeah, that sounds more like what I would do.

EVEN BETTER!! I just realized I might be able to find a super rare black gyaru!

The technical term for this is: 'Blyaru'.

I love make up!

Whats not to love?

The interesting thing about Japanese girls and make up is that they want me to wear it. Almost every Japanese girl that I have dated has been really adamant about trying to get me to cross dress. I don't even know how it comes up in conversation, but I think its because I have blonde hair and blue eyes and my jawline is weak and girlish.... and even though I always claim to love make up, I love it on them, not me.

The other funny thing is how I usually date girls who wear a lot of makeup, yet I never get over the surprise of seeing them without it on.

Word!

Mailing

There is nothing I despise more than mailing girls on the phone. Its a waste of time. Unless its a GF. But even then sometimes its just mendokusai. With girls I haven't slept with, a lot of the time they won't write back. Even more times they will write back, but wont to go on a date. Sometimes there will be mail contact for months before they agree to go on a date. Its such a bitch! So with the understanding that most girls will just disappear after I picked them up, or take forever to meet up, I try to be more time efficient by picking up a ton of girls and mailing a ton since most will end up flaking eventually.

So spending the whole day Friday around the house and only having to work for a few hours in the evening, I tried cooking a new dish. A spicy recipe I learned while in Thailand last time I was there. I took a photo and decided to use it as a conversation piece in some of the mails. I have detailed all the mail exchanges that took place on Friday and Saturday. Consider this Japanese study and an insight into the inane conversation I spout with the ladies of Japan. BTW- a lot of my Japanese is fucked up. I sound more like an infant than a man. Sometimes intentional, sometimes just cause I suck. This is 'cute'.

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Booty chick. I picked up on the street a few weeks ago. We've been hooking up for sex and suddenly she canceled our date for last Monday citing that she doesn't want a sex friend. Then I bumped into her on the street with her friend, shared an awkward hello, then she messaged a few days later saying that she was lonely and was I angry? No I wasn't. We made up. She said she loves me. I don't believe this. I think that Japanese girls say this not because they feel it, but because they want to hear it returned to them. Whatevs. I send her a mail plus photo attached.

今日、少し時間があたから新しい料理を作ってみた。Cashew Chicken! まぁまぁけど今度もっと美味しく作る。
I had some time so I tried out this new new dish called cashew chicken. It was OK so next time I'll make it better.
美味しそう〜 ちゃんと自炊してえらいね こんど私にも作って
Looks good. You really cook for yourself right? Next time make it for me.
そうするぞ 今回は練習からね
Sure thing. This time was practice.
やった〜 楽しみにしてるね
Awesome. I'm looking forward to it

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Model This chick is a fashion model. Gorgeous, tall, confident. Totally my type. She speaks some English too. She will be moving to Tokyo to further her career soon. If I can get her for one night of passion (or more!) before she goes I will be so happy.

Hey Model Check this out! I made cashew chicken
美味しそー！ You cook very well!! And are you OK?? もう風邪は治った？？ 私もまたreturnした。。。喉が痛いよーぉ
Looks good. Are you OK or did you get better? I had a relapse too. My throat hurts!!

We have both been a bit sick lately. I like how we can use both English and Japanese. Not so much in these mails, but others more so. This is my ideal situation. She can learn and I can learn and we can enjoy doing it from each other. She isn't trying to keep me from using Japanese, which is a total turn off, and she is trying to learn more about the world through English to further her reach in life. Cool!

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Suga mama 1 Things are getting quite heavy with this lady, even though we haven't slept together yet. I msg in English for fun.

Today I made cashew chicken. It was too salty. Next time it will be delicious.
めっちゃ美味しそう。。。それなのに辛かったん？？私にも今度作って〜！！ I LOVE YOU SUGA MAMAってメールかなぁと思ったのに残念 SugamamaはRansomの事だ〜い好き
Damn that looks good. And even still it was too salty? Make it for me next time. Actually, I thought you were going to send me a mail saying I LOVE YOU, but I guess not. Too bad. I loooove you!

You don't.

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Nailist 2 This chick is another nailist I met and won't meet me but keeps replying. She will only met with her friend and if I bring a friend also. This is bitching me off since I just want to meet her without friends, but she is too hot to ignore. I have finally managed to get a guy for her friend.

今日少し時間があたからcashew chicken 作った。 初めてやからちょっと塩入れすぎた 今度もっと美味しく作るぞ。
I had some time so I made cashew chicken but I put too much salt in. Next time it will be good though.

おつかれさま！ 返事めちゃめちゃ遅くなってごめん Ransom探してくれてありがとう 楽しみやわ カシューチキンって読むの？
Suup! Hey, my reply was seriously late coming. Sorry. Thanks for finding a guy for us. I'm looking forward to meeting up! Do you call that cashew chicken?

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Gyaru- This chick is hot. I doubt she has an attention span longer than 5 kanji characters. I keep it to the point.

久々 元気？ Long time. How you doin?

No reply

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Gyaru2- This chick also is really sweet. So hot. Want to touch. Again, simple mail.

Gyaru! 久々 元気？ Hey girl, long time. How you doin?

元気よ Good!

I mailed the next day asking what she was up to. No reply.

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Nurse- This chick likes to try to speak English. She used to be a student and gave me her details when she finished up. Its been a while since I had correspondence with her though. I was wondering what her reaction would be.

Nurse! long time no see How are you? I'm just writing to say, "hello".

Hi! Ransom. Thank you for your "hollo" Long time no see right. Are you fine? the move my hospital is July 1!! I just pack some medical refuses every day My study English is narrowly a light in my daily life. I miss the happy time with you!!

Thanks for the reply Nurse. Sounds like you are so busy these days... If you have time, 今度飲みに行こう。(lets go drink)
今度、飲みに行こう It's good phrases. And good idea, Ransom. Meeting you will be fun!! But I know you are a hard worker and busier than I. Can you really make times for us??

We went on to organize meeting up, which happened the other night. She was not looking so hot, but was pleasant nonetheless. More interesting than many girls I date, but still not actual interesting. And she was doing that shit thing where she just tries to speak English the whole time and I can't understand what she is saying cause her grammar is mangled...She suggested going to a wine bar after we had been at another place. I suggested the bottle of wine at my apartment which she quickly declined. We know each other very well and if she still has no interest in being in my place with me alone then I think she is the type who really needs a guy with a much slower pace than me. Or, she just doesn't like me. Either way, I won't see her again. Its better for us this way. She wrote again after saying thanks lets meet up again.

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Suga muma2- This woman is truly unique. She is very curious, asks so many questions and talks a LOT of crap. I find it fun.

子猫ちゃん 今日cashew chickenっていう料理を作ってみた。 美味しそうでしょう 今から仕事頑張る。
Hey kitten. I made cashew chicken. Doesn't it look good? I gotta work now.

Cashew chickenってどんな料理？ 凄いなぁ〜趣味は料理？ もてそ〜 でも今から仕事って普通終わりの時間じゃない？ 頑張ってるね〜さすが先生。。ヒューヒュー 私は今日は飲みに行くよ〜 暑かったしムッチャ、ウォーキングしたからビール飲んじゃいます。
What kind of food is it? Amazing! Is cooking your hobby? You are working hard as always teacher. Hahaha. I'm gonna drink today. Its so damn hot and I walked so much I can't help but drink beer.

写真は付いてなかった！I didn't attach the pic!

うわぁ！ムッチャ美味しそ! プロ級じゃない プロポーズしてまいそうやゎ。
Whoa! Shit thats like pro level good. I think I'm gonna propose to you.

仕事休憩です。プロポーズしてくれる？ Lucky me でもあの料理は塩辛かった。。。今度はもっと少ない塩入りま〜す。 今沢山水飲んでる もうビール飲む？今日よく頑張ったね。お疲れさま。俺は１０時まで.
I'm on a break. You're gonna propose to me? Lucky me, but the food I made was too salty. Next time I'll put less salt in. I'm drinking so much water now! You already drinking? You worked so hard so you deserve it. I finish at 10.

もうビール飲んでるよ。 早すぎて知り合いのお店まだやってなくてー人寂しく飲みまくり 最早、酔っぱらいはこの町でも私だけよ
眠い
I'm already drinking. I was too early to get into my friends bar so I'm drinking by my lonesome self. Even though its the center of town, I'm the first one drunk. I'm getting sleepy.

おもろい子猫や〜ん 仕事ないんなら一緒に飲むよ。だけどあるから残念。ビール大好き。
You are a crazy cat. If I weren't working I'd go there and drink with you. I love beer.

There was more back and forth about nothing then she invited me to have a glass with her once I knocked off. I went, we chatted a lot, had a good time, ate food, drank beers. She paid for it all (yes!) and I sent her on her way.

今日ムッチャ楽しかった。７、３に黒ぶちメガ超タイプっす またプロポーズしそうでヤバかった。テヘッ。また飲みに行こうね。今日はありがとう。 その時はバラ盗んで来てよ
I had so much fun tonight. I loved those black frames you were wearing. You are so my type. Shit I think I'm gonna propose. HA. lets go drinking again. Thanks for tonight.

Before you propose, by me a pair of jeans and a new guitar! HA!

Suga Mama Fuka

Now you have to admit, I do come up with some interesting titles.

I stood there in the mens select clothing shop on the last day of their pre summer sale. The sale clothes that remained were crappy. I looked at the jeans that weren't on sale. They looked loose fitting, light and suitable for the humid Japanese summer. I could imagine rolling up the legs to make them even more comfortable. They would perfectly match a few of the tops I already have... I wanted them. I looked at the price tag and realized that I should think it over first...

Wouldn't it be nice to have the money to whimsically buy what I want? Well, I guess, but then the satisfaction and appreciation wouldn't be so deep. If I got someone else to buy me the things I wanted, would I still enjoy and appreciate them? Would I feel as happy if I had bought them myself? Would I just feel indebted, bitter at the position of weakness I'm placed in? Or would I feel like I'm appreciated?

I don't know. But right now I just want the fucking jeans!

So I have decided to take on a 'Sugar Mama'. I hope to receive things of material value, in exchange for emotional support and 'fun time'. This is Japanese culture. People with money use it to buy all sorts of things, but at the end of the day, its the feelings that they miss. They then go to special bars to meet attractive youthful staff and pay for an emotional fantasy based on greed, self satisfaction and self delusion. Every culture has its drugs.

So the first candidate is a woman around 10 years my senior. She is divorced and is raising a schoolboy and I can only guess that the divorce settlement was considerable because she still isn't working, doesn't plan to, and lives large- very large. Very attractive and highly confident woman. She has already shown traits of being manipulative by trying to push emotional buttons, getting clingy and acting like a spoiled brat... which I'm immune to anyway so I don't care, but she also has a sweet child like side to her that is so cute and makes me laugh.

She is taking me on an expenses paid holiday sometime next month and has already bought me a few small things here and there.

Second candidate is a fashion designer somewhere in her 30's and I'm not sure if this is actually going to work out since I don't think she has as much disposable income as I first thought. Well, disposable income is one thing, but being willing to break off the cash is another. I think she has cash but will be reluctant to use it. She is attractive, charming, quirky and artistic.

I'm interested to see how this saga unfolds...

Herbivore/Carnivore categorizing men

草食系男子 Reads in English as 'Soushoku kei danshi' and has the English translation as 'Herbivorous men'.

肉食系男子 has the reading as 'Nikushoku kei danshi' and means 'Carnivorous men' in English.

These are classifications that Japanese women use to describe guys.

Herbivorous boys care for their appearance, care about fashion and may do diets. Herbivorous boys are non confrontational, passive, meek, shy and have no problems going on dates that involve no sexual activity. Often ambivalent and indecisive, they like to get to bed early, read books and listen to music.

I hate these guys cause they are weak ass pussy girly men.

Carnivorous guys care more for sports than personal hygiene and the arts. Hair and clothing styles are functional over fashionable, conversation lacks wit but is fruitful and brutal in both honesty and careless grunts alike. These guys go after what they want without making any hesitations. They aren't delicate and won't break in half the moment you touch them or take a stab at their ego like the herbivorous guys would. But they are so headstrong and prideful its hard to mess around and have fun with them.

I hate these guys cause they are chump ass try hard jock macho homos.

I asked a couple of girls which one they think I was. They said I was herbivore. I was like, "Fuck that! I ain't no pussy bitch." Then they were like, "Well OK then, you are a carnivore." So I was like, "Shit! You really think I'm a jock? That sux." Then they were like, "Well I dunno. Don't ask!"

So I was like, "RAAGH!! I hate everyone!"

Then just now, I was watching TV. Some chicks were talking about guys. One of them said that she likes 'Cabbage roll guys'. Guys that appear as herbivores but are carnivore on the inside like the dish with the same name that has ground meat wrapped inside a cabbage leaf.

Cabbage roll guys! As if this classification system couldn't get any more ridiculous?

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Unrelated story,

I was on the train the other night, on my way to see Cecil, and two gyaru with two gyaruo stepped on to the train. The chicks were fucking hot and the guys, well of course they looked like douchebags by default since I'm jealous, but they were actually ugly looking despite the cool coordinated fashion.

Most Japanese people when they talk about me don't do much to cover it up since they don't really expect me to listen and be able to understand. This particular group said, "He's unexpectedly good looking for a foreigner." Then the dude was giving the girl shit and told her to say it to my face in English and she was like, "No way. I don't speak English."

This kind of thing happens on average, a few times everyday. Guys and girls point, look and make comments. Sometimes I talk to girls who comment on my appearance and try to get a date going but despite their feigned interest it rarely goes anywhere. Its such a waste....

I met up with Cecil and we had some drinks at a bar and started to get trashed while playing Jenga and throwing darts. Then by chance the double couple of gyaru from earlier on the train walks in. I turned to Cecil and told her that they were sitting opposite me on the train and I liked his style and I wanted to know where he got it from. Then they saw me with a dolled up gyaru looking extra trashy- she still has blond extensions in and was wearing them up on top of her head and had been tanning a lot recently. They all grabbed each other, and broke into muffled conversation. Yeah, you muffle it now.

I was like, "I'm hungry, lets go get some food."
She was like, "What are you in the mood for?"

I don't want much in the way of carbs cause I'm on a diet, but I would like a mixture of both something that contains plant foliage to aid digestion and help roughage along with some flavorsome meat for protein to make my body hard as fuck.

"Do you know anywhere around here that sells cabbage rolls?"

LoLz. I don't think I'm ever going to fit into any category aside from "foreign guy". I sure as hell ain't gyaruo. Cecil keeps encouraging me to spend more time at the tanning salon. I don't think she understands that I'm white.

Running Game

One of my co-workers lost his job a while back. He unceremoniously faded from the workplace without a trace. I noticed his absence after some time. Upon inquiry it was found that said co-worker had been warned of sexual harassment in the workplace for several isolated incidents. Despite repeated warnings he harassed a client who in turn complained to the company. It apparently went something like this.

High likelyhood (?)

I just got a mail from a chick I met a few weeks back saying almost directly that she will come over to my place, dress up as a nurse and take care of me. I got a boner just reading that. For real.
Lets see if it happens.

Wiggin out

Recently I've been listening to hip hop music and listening to black comedians. Damn those guys are funny. I hope it hasn't influenced me too much.

Nampa Biatch (spoof)

Wassup Haterz? Still hatin? While you were sleeping your homeboy Ransom was on the streets preachin- preachin to the honneyz about his mad shlong. BAM!! You say that this blog be random? You ain't even seen random till you seen wigger Ranz punch out a blog entry.

This story is for the fools who think I ain't hard as, and just some soft piece of putty. I have only one thing to say to you bitches; you think I is soft? wait till you take off your pants and you will see some serious softness going on. SHAAZAM!

ANYwhoo...There I was chillin with my crew on the street corner, slammin beers, wishin that my sweet ride wasnt in the shop gettin pimped out so I could cruise around, pick up and roll with some honeyz, when out of the corner of my eye I see some FINE ASS with some FINE TITTAY! She was struttin her bumpin shit down the street, flippin off her hair like she want us boyz to look in her direction.

While fools be stammerin, Ransom be runnin! Runnin up to her swayin bubble butt, runnin game, fo real.

Damn right! Your homeboy Ransom was like up on that shit like white on rice. WHoa sNaP!! That true cause I is white- and she be like, one of them azn honeys with that round butt EATIN RICE! YEAH!

WHITE ON RICE!!

You still hatin playa? You aint a playa if you be hatin. You just a hater. Don't hate the playa, hate the game fool!

Next up I'm like, "Where you headed honey? I saw you back there lookin at your boy here. Don't be frontin with no attitude."
She be all like, with the big wide open eyes, lookin at my shit like she aint seen a playa with real game before. She be all like, "Nani? Nante? Eigo wakarahen."
JIZZ!
This point I know its on. It on like DONKEY KONG! On like, SO on. Its ON to the break of DAWN!
"Yeah baby girl. Why don't we all have a drank somewhere quiet? Just you and me."
She be all in my face like, "ima tabako suu yade. Tomodachi machawase tokoro. Akan."
"Why you all frotin like you aint down? C'mon baby girl. You know you can't resist. Fo shizzle."

She be all like, ok, but just until my friend comes. YEEEAA HOOOOO! We get up in the bar and she be all over my shit in the club like- RICE ON WHITE!! YEaHaa. We get it on a little and I'm like, "baby girl, I know you have to be meetin your girl now. But later we gon meetup and it'll be like all cool." She be like, "Fo sho!"

Fo real, y'all. ALL dat ass is gonna be bumpin up in my crib. Look at me now bitch!

Next day she comes over. What can I say playas? You know how it goes. Haterz, you wouldn't know because yo bitchass aint seen no fine ass get near yo shit. There it is fools. This is how a real playa playz. Let me just say that when she got through the door it was like, sushi on the couch- an I aint talkin about food here, I be talking about raw azian. RIGHT!!

Damn that honey had some fine tittay!

-Wigger Ranz OUT!!-

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Events above are based on non fictional event that occurred to the author typed in by an alias character for self amusement purposes. Plus, I like to keep it crunk and fresh for my homeys.

Kyabajo metal!!

YEAH!!

Inter-racial slut

The biggest cockblock between me hooking up with the girls I want to hook up with, is their own self image.

Being a foreigner is a taboo. Having sex with one is an even bigger taboo. I think that the majority of Japanese women, despite what most people might think, don't want to have a self image that they are inter-racial sluts, sleeping with foreign men. They don't want to deal with telling their family and friends that their boyfriend is not Japanese. They don't want to deal with people giving them a hard time for doing something reckless like giving into a fantastical desire.

Indeed there are some girls who accept their preference, or don't even have a preference but accept inter racial relationships, but the majority of women I meet, from Japan and elsewhere, can not fathom the idea that my last girlfriend was Japanese

This is hard for many people to realize from the outside. The amount of xenophobia that is shoved in my face everyday in this country is something I'm almost completely immune to, but reminded of at times.

Tantra

In most religions, there is the belief that humans have a "spirit".

The Christians believe that after the human body ends its life, the spirit body will continue on to a different place, usually heaven or hell. The Chinese "Tao" says that there is spirit energy that moves through the body and the flow of this energy can be altered. The "Shaman" that lived in South America, Mexico and the US before the European conquests also believed in such "spirit worlds" and even claimed to travel freely into it. They claimed that the spirit energy is attached to the human body but can also detach. New age religions of the west often have the phrase, "mind body and soul connection" attached to their beliefs. Even Japan has its own beliefs, although not widely recognized amongst the general public. "Reiki" is said to be spirit energy that can be channeled from the universe. There is also a type of massage called 'shiatsu' which specializes in unblocking energy channels. The Indians of India have many beliefs but a common one is the belief that humans have "Chakra". These are points at which spirit energy enters the body.

Of all these Religious and spiritual beliefs, I really have no particular interest in one more than any of the others. I don't believe in any and I don't discard any and by reading about them and using the information I come across in a practical way, I can make my life more fun and interesting.

Through much 'spiritual' practice, meditation and all sorts of experimentation I find that the more I learn, the less I know, and the more there is to learn. Which is really fun and inspiring!

So, to summarize all the info I have into a neat litlle package-
The movement of spiritual energy causes physical reactions in the body. The physical reaction can result in orgasm that extends beyond localized areas. Moving or unblocking energy can be facilitated by yourself or by someone else. If you can control your own energy and understand how it flows, you can step up to moving another person's energy. Do this, and you have full control of their orgasm. Both the amount and intensity.

In an ideal world, I would be able to find a beautiful open minded women who would like to discuss and experiment with these ideas, but unfortunately most people I meet don't like this taboo topic. Perhaps one day I will find such girl and our relationship will be great. Until then I will continue to covertly practice all methods of Tantra and other weird stuff that makes them have amazing orgasms, without them knowing how and why it is happening.

I'm totally feeling this guy

I don't agree with everything he says, but just don't wake me up and insult my intelligence by saying that I'm living my life wrong. What gives you the authority? Pretty arrogant really. Can't believe I still get woken up IN JAPAN by MORMONS who are otherwise nice Japanese women who speak English. WHY?!

Pachinko

I met Cecil the other night and she showed up with blond hair extensions down to her stomach. I took her to dinner and on the way back to my place we passed a dark street where I decided to push her up against the wall and unbutton her short shorts and reach in. She was protesting a lot, so I told her not to worry because, "Its Monday....."

........Which made her burst out laughing so hard she could hardly stand up while saying, "kankeinai." (irrelevant) repetitively. Funny moment. But I ended up giving her a solid handjob which she was pissed off about at the time, but happy about later.

Random acts of public sex: its all about embracing the moment and seeing where opportunity takes you.

The next day when we were walking around and I asked her about pachinko, the Japanese style of gambling with a type of slot machine. She told me she used to work at one and used to play slot machines but stopped doing it after guys that she dated told her to stop.

-On Pachinko-
I heard, and don't quote me on this, but when Japan wanted to join the united nations there were certain laws that had to be passed. Amongst other laws, two things they begrudgingly had to make illegal were; prostitution and gambling. So although these are illegal in Japan, they aren't so strongly enforced because the country still considers some of these things as part of their culture, and tends to turn the blind eye to some extent. This part of the culture is called the 'water trade' or 'mizushobai'. Long ago, certain organized groups of men would sail down the rivers of Japan and offer to sell certain entertainments that wouldn't normally be available everyday in the remote villages, hence the term 'water'. Things like gambling, prostitution, alcohol etc. are included in this trade. Today, work that is centered around evening work, including bars and such, is still called the water trade.

Anyway, the system for pachinko is that when you win, you win small silver balls. You can trade these balls for prizes such as toys, cool cigarette lighters, etc. Most people trade them for a kind of gold chip. They then take these gold chips to a separate vendor and sell them for cash, essentially turning their winnings to cash. This separate vendor is often located next to a pachinko parlor and owned by the same people. The amount of money circulated is tremendous. I might have written about a Japanese ex-band member who lost a ton of cash through pachinko. I think I also once wrote about the girlfriend who was loaded as all hell because her father owned one of these buildings. These people are working above the law but dance that fine line and skirt the border of what is legal by creating a convenient loop-hole where what they are doing is offering prizes as opposed to cash, but essentially, it ends up as cash so.....whatever. Incidentally, that girl's father never played pachinko once in his life despite owning his own building full of it. You'd think you would test the product once, right?

Homo.

Well I can understand his reasoning despite hating on his xenophobic yakuza ass. Gambling is lame. And I think the need for Japan to hold onto this kind 'culture' is about as lame as holding onto the whaling culture. Seriously. Whale meat is SHIT! Give it up already. Lame as all hell.

I asked Cecil if she would show me how to play pachinko cause I had never done it, but since I'm a total cheapskate, I'd rather just go to the game center and play the fake style called 'Medal'. Its the same as pachinko but costs a fraction of the price and there are no prizes. So, why play I hear you ask? Why play any game I guess...

Anyway, we get there and she is PSYCHED, which kinda weirds me out (not as much as seeing her with no make up though~ another story) and she asks me about 50 frickin times which machine are we gonna play. It all looks the same to me.



I find a machine, I lose my money instantly, she gets 'fever' (kinda like jackpot- high odds at getting high return) and ends up with a ton of 'medal' (tokens). From there we take the tokens and play some other high tech looking game with flashy lights and loud buzzers. I hit the jackpot, get a ton of coins, and get a little pumped, lolz, and we end up playing it for almost 45 minutes. In total it cost 200yen. I got pretty sick of it at that stage and was looking forward to losing the coins, going home, drinking beer, pouring lotion on her hard gyaru body and getting ero- which I did. Yay.

My thoughts on pachinko =

LAME!

Interesting Cecil facts
-Hates it when I say anything in English apart from "Fuck yeah."
-Wants me to go to a tanning salon with her
-Doesn't think she is gyaru
- Once modeled for a catalog that ended up in Australia
-Doesn't smoke

gyaru cant sing

My eyes say "yes!" but my ears say......



"OUCH!!"

I much prefer Koda Kumi.

Period sex-- > Tantric sex

I still have sex even when she is on her period. I don't see why not. Some people might think it is disgusting, with the blood and all. I can understand that. But what I studied in university desensitized me to how blood could be disgusting. In fact, it completely changed the way I looked at the human body all together. So basically, yeah, I put some towels down, tell her I'm cool with it, kiss her gently, then rock her world with my badass sex.

If she is completely against it, I go tantra on her and make her cum without penetration. This girl knows what its about.

Anonymously hot

Just looking from behind I can be happy.

Writers block!

I have plenty of things to write about, but they are all turning to shitness
when I try to put them into words. I'm losing touch with my language and I BLAME IT ALL ON JAPAN!!!!!!

In retaliation I'm gonna post pics of hot Korean chicks.

Nice girls finish last

I think the the art of cynicism is something worthy of respect when done with taste. Like, really dissing and hating something can be funny, but I can never get it done right in writing. I lack the wit. I tried writing about shit dates and it just makes me sound like a sorry loser. I'm not sorry about anything, but I do kinda like that bitchy attitude that some girls have. Anyway, here's a date.

I went to dinner the other night with a 'nice girl'. I love showing up to a date where the girl is about 10X hotter than I remember. She was all shy when I told her to take my arm as we walked to the restaurant citing that it was not done in Japan. Bullshit. She did the subservient Japanese girl thing of serving me food and pouring my drinks while I sit samurai like and be served upon. That is Japanese culture. Apparently. Women serve men. My experience has been pretty different. I remember telling this to my last GF and she said, "You think I'm gonna be one of those girls that serve you? Get real dumbass."

That was the end of that.

I realized first date sex was not on the cards when she told me that she lost weight around January this year because she broke up with her ex and lost her appetite. He did something 'terrible'. I inquired no further knowing exactly that this meant she wanted to be in a solid relationship before anything would happen and that I wasn't interested in her talking shit about another guy. I hate being the shoulder to cry on. That is not my idea of a fun date. Her ambitions for life were, "Get married soon. Have children. Become a housewife."

Not my scene. But damn she was hot. Later at karaoke when I made to kiss her she told me that kissing doesn't happen this early in Japan (bullshit) and I can't just do this because she is 'Japanese' (bullshit) Still, we ended up making out. But it was shitty shy make out. Time was up, she had to get last train.

If I had to choose between a nice girl or a slut, right now I choose a slut. I will serve my own goddamn food. I'm not a baby and neither are you. Lets make like grown ups and fuck.

No strings

There are always strings attached. Always. We just can't see them or don't want to see them. Or maybe the stings are really light, we can't feel them. But they are there. Its only after a long time of wandering around in the strings that we realize that we are so tangled up in them we can't move or break free.

Tying invisible strings is the nailist's specialty. She called me the other day but I missed the call. My boy said I should call her back and get some no strings action for old times sake. I told him the above. I didn't call her back.

I met Cecil yesterday for again 'no strings' action... We were basically fucking the entire time. When we weren't, we were kissing. It was about 6 hours of having our faces pressed against each other. As much as I love making out with hot chicks who know how to kiss, I ended up getting a bit sick of it TBH. My favorite point of yesterday was after we finished fucking one time we were both saying やばい..then she just started laughing out loud, which made me laugh. We were just lying there laughing. Funny and random.

We are only keeping plans to meet when we aren't busy or have time...... I wonder if she is married...There has to be strings somewhere.

Anyway, I met a girl that really stands out in my mind of the girls I've met recently. She stands out because she is freaking hot AND get this, she's 177cm tall!!! Thats crazy tall. If she put on heels she would be as tall as me. I really think she could be a mega famous catwalk model if she wanted to. I'm gonna tell her to do it. Then I'm gonna breed with her and have half babies that are also super tall models. HAHA!!

I've been drinking tonight. lolz.

Net chick date Fail

I have a lot of failed attempts at romance. I never write about them. They suck. This one happened last night.

-Intercept from a net chat with a friend- please excuse the incoherence. You get the drift anyway, right?

Would you hit the chick in the photo I sent you? She looks OK there. But whats really going on? Chicks take a billion pics and choose the best one to show everyone.

If I said her name were Keiko, would that change anything?

I know I'm building up to something with no amazing climax here. But I got her from mixi, I thought yeah. But keiko? I've never met anyone under the age of 40 called keiko. Hmmm... whatevs. Get there tonight and she shes like half the size of me with heels and the angle on the photo doesn't show the weird man-jaw she was rocking along with strangely scarred skin. Her being at least in her mid 30's- no breast to speak of, obasan fashion, small voice and meek demeanor made me ready to feign sudden illness. Being a pussy I went along with it- begrudgingly. I didnt let it show obviously though and immediately put myself into 'reversal milker mode'- you know when dumb chicks talk your ear off about whatever with no interest in you whatsoever, but they just enjoy talking about themselves and their ideas, blissfully ignorant that guys don't give a shit- yeah, I did that. In Japanese. It was fun and put me in a great mood. I directed her to the nearest and cheapest and loudest izakaya and instead of walking next to me, she walked behind me. I was like, what the hell you doing back there? She was all bowing and apologizing. I told her to keep pace and she claimed that my legs were long. I wasn't walking fast at all.

Got there and I couldn't hear a word she said since the place was so loud. I had to ask her repeatedly to speak louder. She was just making the usual, sugoi you can use chopstiks type remark that I failed to aknowledge at all. For some reason she gave me hand baked cookies that she made. Cool. I guess its an offering of friendship. Friendship with foreigners. Nice. During dinner, which she didn't touch at all, I was really being put off my food by the strong fart odor that surrounded us. She claimed to not be hungry and sat and drank ocha while I chugged beer, ate fried food and talk boisterously with my one sided opinions. After she had taken off to the toilet the recurring fart smells stopped coming but she did try to wedge English into the conversation which I had no interest in entertaining for the least amount of time.

In passing I explained that I usually work nights but had taken the night off because I wanted to get some study done but this seemed more fun anyway so I didn't feel bad about skipping the study. She somehow took offense and said, 'well if I'm in your way just go.' I felt bad and I begged for her forgiveness........
Just kidding! I ignored that and just kept talking until I decided that despite her having a high proficiency in English, she wasn't able to do any practice with me. I was wasting her time when she had gone the trouble to bake cookies and all. This gassy obasan date needed to come to a close. I walked her to the station and wished her the best.

-fin-

Happiness is an electric guitar

It heals whatever ales me. When I look at my awesome guitar I just feel good. I can never stop admiring its color, shape and wicked tone. I pick it up and play with it and then polish it off and smile. I can't wait for band practice this week.

More than I let on

I think about my ex girlfriend and my ex ex GF more than I let on. I wonder what they are doing. If they are OK. I want to show my feelings and concern for them and just talk like friends. I know it can't happen just so easily like that so I push my thoughts of them to the back of my mind and try to move on in some way.

I also put out within an hour of meeting

At bar---- gyaku nan (pickup initiated by the woman).

She approaches me and we make light conversation for 10 minutes while I sit down next to her and she strokes my inner thigh. I feel myself getting rapidly hard and I loose the ability to make small talk. There really is not much we want to express to each other in words. I have my hand on her thigh. She directs my hand 'a little higher' to her left breast. I think its eroi. She says it feels good. I'm hard. I suggest we leave. We leave our friends behind and find the door.

On the street she asks if we are going somewhere to do 'ecchi' (fool around). "Yes we are", I reply. She tells me that she likes sex. Excellent- so do I. On the way back we discuss the ins and outs of what we prefer when it comes to sex. She doesn't like anal but likes to tease. I'm cool with that.

5 minutes later we are in my apartment stripping each other off and getting into a shower. My hands are all over her curvaceous smooth body touching her white skin and perfect breasts. Her hands are on my junk, stroking me harder. We get into the shower and wash each other off slowly. The intimacy that two people can share in a shower after having met only minutes earlier astounds me. We get out and dry off where she helps me with slow hands around my neck. She pats the towel on my upper body and slowly kisses me on the neck and chest. Moving her hands lower I find her making a detailed pat down of my stomach and her hands trace around to my back where she uses the towel to dry me off while holding me close. Eventually she is focused on my hardness, asking me in a quiet voice if it feels good. It does. It feels really really good.

She places my towel on the couch and directs me to sit down. It feels interesting to be the one who is not leading the situation for once. This girl is not playing the 'defenseless, scared of sex, I don't know what I'm doing', role I so often encounter. She feels uninhibited to express her sexual desires and does so openly. To me, that is so. fucking. hot.

She kneels down and continues to keep me hard and lubricated. She is talking a lot, "does it feel good? do you like it? do you like the way I touch you here?" All the answers are yes until she tells me to hold out and not cum yet because she wants to fuck me first. She asks me, "do you want to put it in?" I do... but she decides to tease me longer. Conviction in her actions, hot. She climbs on top of me and starts riding me, her breasts in my face and me gasping for air. She is completely in control.

I pick her up and push her onto the mattress where I nail her to a climax.

Interestingly, she tells me when she cums in English. I follow a few positions later.

We enjoy the sex and she talks about meeting to do it again. I like the prospect of this. Sextastic. We fuck again to consolidate our plans and she asks me to tell her a fairy tale to put her to sleep. We pass out in each others arms and when I wake she is gone without a trace. No contact details. Easy come, easy go.

I notice my phone flashing and I see that my friend who I had left at the bar last night told me that he had found out from her friend that she was a married girl working at a hostess bar.

I never would have suspected.

I put out on first dates

The picture to the left says it all. Basically, I don't see any reason to hold out if I like a girl. If I like her and she likes me, then we should fuck as soon as we both feel appropriate.

In some cases, I really think that soon sex is essential in order to even get to the next date.

Case in point: I pick up a girl in a cafe and meet her for a date. She is semi attractive, interested in English and foreign culture, looks uncomfortable with herself and I don't bother speaking in English to help her practice because its a pain in the ass and would rather just get to know who she is. I suggest things for us to do, like have some lunch and she claims she has no money so I offer to pay. Later we are walking around the shops and she buys some books, which she magically appears to have money for. I'm turned off by her personality but I would see her again if her sex was wild. We never get to that stage in the date so I never consider hanging out with her again. Why would I pay money for a girl to eat and lie to my face, while insulting my intelligence by thinking that I won't notice her lies? Her actions show me that she wants a simpler person and we are a bad match. Its all for the best.

Spending money in order to be a gentleman to someone I don't know is charity work with no valid cause and makes me feel stupid. I don't want women to make me feel that way, and I'm sure that they themselves don't want me to be stupid. It's not chivalrous to pay for a woman who doesn't respect me nor need my help. It is however when she does respect me and does need my help. The two are different and I'd rather not use money to buy respect.

Another case in point; I picked up a girl in the street and take her to dinner. I spend money feeding her. We don't fuck because she has to hurry to the last train. I invite her to my place for a second date and I cook for her. She gets uncomfortable when I make an advance on her and claims she has to get the last train and gets up to leave. This is the second date and I consider her refusal to my advances as her way of saying, "I may or may not be interested in you."
So as far as hitting things off goes, that displays a strike out- neither fun nor interesting in conversation, mostly passive and not interested in sex. I have no feelings for this person, why would I call again? If I had sex, then I might change. If the conversation was good, I might change. If she brought something into my life in some way, shape or form, then I might care about calling her again. Instead I delete her from my brain and try to forget about the time and money I could have spent on someone who appreciates it.

If I sleep with a girl on the first date does that mean I'm gonna just move on? If the experience is crappy, laborious and generally not that good, I'm gonna be less inclined to see her again and probably will move on and she will feel the same. But that might have happened with or without sex.

If I meet a really cool and sexy girl and we hit it off and have wild sex and everything just clicks right, why would I not want to have that experience again? I don't see any reason not to. Especially if she feels the same.