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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.