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.

Shit kiss

While I'm shitty, I'm gonna complain about how some Asian girls kiss really shit.

Like, WTF? Why is it Asians? Why does it not happen when I kiss white girls.
What is with the whole, 'open my gaping mouth as wide as I can, stick out my toungue and let my body go limp so the guy has to support my weight as I act as though I'm falling down like a rag doll and tilt my head completely back' bullshit.

Why don't you kiss front and normal? Why don't you use lips? Do you think slobbering and drooling over my face would be hot? Maybe during sex, yes, but not during a warm up first kiss!
Quit the crap. Its gross and uncomfortable and makes me wanna barf.
Scuz.
Narly.
Puke.
Spew.
Gross.

End.

NOW I have regret

I have regret because that girl I slept with the other night gave me strep throat. Now I'm gonna spend my Saturday night at home. Fuck this. I feel like shit and I'm pissed off.

Regret

When I was freaking out during the earthquake thinking that I might be in a potentially life threatening situation I started to think about my life and I had a few regrets. The main regret I had was not communicating with my mother enough and including her in my life very much. I felt that if I died in the rubble of a building she would be the most effected. I really need to think about her more. Then I called her and she talked my ear off for an hour. Its hard for sons to relate to their mothers I think.

My buddy Taisuke (not real name) who I go drinking with sometimes has just broken up with his major relationship and said to me, "We regret the things in life that we didn't do, the chances we didn't take, not the things we did do."

I agree. So last night I invited a chick I picked up in an elevator in the building I work at over to my apartment for dinner. I should do this and do some things that are fun so I don't live in regret of things I didn't do.

It hit me when I met her and realized that she was a lot less attractive than my memory served me. I started cooking and drinking and she got cuter slowly. We ended up having sex- nothing exciting or memorable worthy of note. I don't regret it, but it was a whole lot less fun than hanging out with a someone sexy, confident and adventurous who I connect with more naturally.

Gyaru sex

Gyaru sex is hot sex. The gyaru, who shall from hereon be known as 'Cecil', is so erotic the way she fucks. Its hot. Something about it is just good. I also highly rate the way she gives head. Best head I've had in a looooooong time.

For some reason she wanted to see me in a suit, so I wore one to the date, which was pretty pointless since I met her at the station, took her home and took it off almost immediately.

My follow up date with her went pretty standard as far as my dates go.

-Meet at station
-Go back to my place
-Get erotic
-I cook dinner
-More ero.

I was really, really suprised at how quickly she made me cum the first time we fucked. The second time around I had to focus to keep the love alive. But damn. She has secret skills. And her ass is ridiculous fine ass. I think I must be an ass man. I need to get photos ASAP.

I'm not brown bread

In England, the term, 'you're brown bread', means you are dead. At least I think thats what I heard from an English guy. In some other countries, 'brown bread' means boring.

I'm happy to report that I am neither dead nor boring. In fact, I have hardly watched any movies or TV shows in the last 4 years for the explicit reason that my life in Japan is so freaking surreal, exciting, weird and dramatic- filled with sex, romance, drama, action and tragedy at every turn, that I don't have the time nor feel the desire to watch people on a screen who are living lives that are less cool than mine anyway.

My life rocks and I'm so happy that I'm alive.

I don't stop to appreciate this fact everyday, but when I'm looking out the window at the scenery from a tall building as it sways from side to side from earthquake tremors, I begin to feel both gratitude for the cool and fun things that I have done in my life, and regret for the things I haven't done.

Tomorrow is a new day and it will be beautiful.

Thanks to the people who left messages of concern.

Gyaru date

Subway--> approach gyaru
Conversation--->ride train together
Transfer train--->Take number
Telephone call--->organize date

She is the store manager of a gyaru label and she has me meet her in the shop before I take her to dinner. Her coworkers = all hot.
Dinner is delicious, we chat. Light and fun conversation. Her colored contacts and leopard print attire make her feline in appearance. I shy to get to close to her face through fear of being sliced by her thick batting lashes. They lash at me often.
We hardly drink. Sober we finish dinner with no plan of what to do next.
Street----> karaoke booth
One song by me, half a song by her--->make out.
Heavy making out. Hot making out. Good making out. Her hard body straddles me. I bite her ear and breathe out into it while holding her thigh in close to me in one hand and her hair in my other. She is grinding me and her body starts to shudder and she lets out a faint moan. Her body quivers more and she forces me back with her hands and presses her face into mine.
"Let's go to a hotel" I say, deep into her ear.
"Just like that?" She shies away.
"Exactly like that."
"Really?"
"Yes" There really is no other choice in this situation.
"A business hotel is OK but a love hotel isn't." I have no idea why she makes this distinction...
"OK" I say.
We make out more and more, too distracted with each other to leave, until the phone rings to say time is up. We go to a business hotel.
Check in--->Elevator--->Enter room---> check view from window -----> I push her onto the bed.

I forcibly hold her down with one hand and and stroke her face with the other. Her eyes are rolling back in her head and she whimpers slightly. Her clothed sexiness is off the hook.
High Heels---->off
Jean shorts----->off
Make out
Dress---->off
Blouse, bra, leggings-----> on the floor
All that remains is one T-back and her hard brown body. Sexellent.

We spend an extended amount of time making out on the bed in our underwear. Its so hot. I'm so hard. And we are so ready to fuck and the anticipation is driving us insane.

I remove her panties and she takes off my underwear and go down on her while she goes down on me. Naked, she has my cock in her mouth while I have my face buried in her hot pussy. Her legs are hot. Her body is hard and her skin is smooth. Erotic.

69---->Sex

Sex is wild. We fuck recklessly. I push her down and fuck her hard. She climbs on top and rides me good. She spasms and I push her to her side. She is screaming and I can hear other hotel doors slamming open and shut. Yes. We are fucking, and its loud. Good. I grip her small shoulders in my hands and push her into the mattress. She pulls her legs apart wider and pulls me into her deeper. We are fucking hard and she is screaming louder and louder.....

"やばい！やばいこれ！これは一番やばい！”

Climax.

After sex make out ----> for 30 minutes.
Fuck 2 more times--->Shower.
Fall asleep in each others arms. Wake and fuck some more.
Go to work.

I highly rate this first date.

I love science

Nubreed just published a thread about overweight US girls. He has interesting ideas which I like, but I think he should just come back to Japan so we can pick up girls together. Especially the Xenophobes. Like my now ex-GF has become since dating me. "I will never date a foreign guy again!" ................Whatevs.

In University I studied medical science. I was never interested in becoming a doctor like most of my friends were, but I still have a strong interest in the human body and health itself.



This researcher supports the notion that agriculture has influenced dietary guidelines against our body's benefit and carbohydrate based foods such as cereals and grains are NOT necessary for a healthy balanced diet, and are indeed the reason for so many health problems in developed countries such as the US. She claims that dietary guidelines are based on political motivations to generate economic growth by having people eat foods that support the farmers.

I have spent this winter eating as much rice and bread as I want and generally not going anywhere near my kitchen to cook. I've been lazy because its cold in my kitchen, I got a new guitar and would rather play that, have been working longer hours and I had lost a lot of fat weight last year and felt that I should just enjoy some junk food and build up a winter coat. As a result I have gained weight around my stomach area, but none on my face like I would have preferred, my motivation to do things apart from drink beer is pretty low and I have just been lazy as fuck.

Its gonna get warm pretty soon and I feel its time to get back into the swing of things and start cooking and exercising right.

Plus find a ton of hot chicks and get busy.