cigarette outside the convenience store. Tanned skin, huge lashes, revealing skirt and insanely white teeth. I gesture for her to take out her earphones. She asks me in clear English, "Are you drunk?" no, I'm just chill. We talk, she likes English, wants to learn. I'll teach her. Sweet. We arrange a time and meet. Do a lesson. I get the money. This happens again. I get the money. Yeah! Next time I'll do the lesson at my place and get jiggy. She ignores me and my mails after this second time. Sux.Kushikatsu- I was chilling in a small kushikatsu shop near my place. Sitting at the counter talking to the staff and one other female patron who was tall and hot, a baby face with more than adult cleavage. Yes, I want to bone her and something gives me the vibe that others would and do pay money for the act. But its not likely that I'm going to be able to pick her up in front of the other guys in the place. She is engaging me a lot and saying that she wants to learn English. Whatevs. I'll teach her privately for a price. She says sure, she used to have a teacher doing the same. I get her number, contact her, we arrange a time and date, she cancels. This happens several times. Sux.
Picked up two chicks with one of my homeboys. One girl is tall and HOT. I'm nervous and fumble my words but get past it. We bounce to Karaoke and I make out with my tall chick, him with his. She flakes on our date and no longer replies. Similar story reoccurs a few times with a few different girls.
Dental hygenist- A girl looks at me smiling and stunned as I'm walking through the department store. Cute face, short enough to be a popular, but not tall enough for me to get excited. We talk and my friend talks to her friend until I get the number and arrange to meet the girl again. She flakes. I try again several times and call her on the phone, she is with her friends having nabe. She very quickly passes me off to one of her friends who says we should meet up and go drinking...? WTF? I try to get the initial chick out, she confirms and again flakes. Sux.
I pick up a girl at spaworld. Separate her from her friends and talk with her a lot. She is really keen and sexy. She is happy to touch me openly as if we were a couple, and me her. She is holding my arm as I lead her around the place. Bikini hot chick. Yes! I end up getting her number and we arrange a date over text. She flakes 2 hours before the meetup. Sux. I try to get her out again. Still trying.
I'm doing nampa in the department store, with some friends. A hot girl sees me, grabs her friend, points to me and says 'cool guy'. I have to approach but I'm so scared cause their fashion is sexy and they are hot. But I have to approach because...I don't know, they looked at me and I'm doing nampa, right? But I'm so scared. I'm stammering and my feet are too heavy to lift in order to project my body forward even slightly. Their appearance is like glass; cold, clear, yet fragile in some way... but kinda like tinted glass cause they are all tan. I don't know if this makes any sense to anyone aside from me...
I approach, fumble my words. The girl looks at me with a pained and panicked expression. She looks at me directly with her colored contacts. I can't get my shit together. This sux. My friend comes in and gets the vibe going. Shit son. Big kudos there. We get their numbers under much hesitation. I end up on a date with my girl. She is awesome hot, but at the same time down to earth and real. I think she is a sweetie. I want to get to know her, in raw physical way. Then get to know her in a raw emotional way. That would be cool. And raw! I feel comfortable and free. I'm expressing myself a lot and she is too. Great fun for all. We end up in Karaoke and she is not taking to my advances too well. In fact, I would say that she is getting angry, pissed off, and any arousal she had has been destroyed. We end up leaving. She flakes on our future planned date, and no longer replies to any mails I write. Sux.
One of the girls I have been seeing almost once every month or two for a while now flakes our planned date. Now I notice on her mixi, which we are connected by, dinner was made for her by her 相手. The comments from her coworkers all say they want that kind of aite. Sux. She had a hard tanned gyaru body and her sexual skill was premium. Goodbye Cecil. It was great being with you. All the best with the new guy.Hot and tall Korean girl with huge tits I nampa'd in Loft went on a date once, flaked on me for the second and never returns my messages. Spewin son.
Makeup artist I dated a couple of times but could get no where with flakes on me. Sux.
I meet some chicks with Some friends at spaworld. My chick seems keen for a double date with whoever, which ends up being my friend and her friend. She flakes. I go to the hub instead where a solid milker opens me and speaks in her American accent about her LA experiences. The friend I'm with is having none of her friend who looks like a dumptruck. I feel desperate. The LA milker gives me her card. Says bye. I mail another chick who I picked up in the street one night. She's a nailist who works in the kyaba club for side cash. She's been over to my place but when I started to touch her leg she got pissed off, hit me, then left. That was a while ago. Time has passed since then. Things have cooled off and feelings changed. I get a reply from her. She wants to meet at my place at 10 pm. Yes! She says, "Teach me English please." I say that is cool. I also want her to give me a massage. Cool, right? No reply. She flakes 5 minutes before 10pm claiming that she has to work....(at 10pm on a Sunday evening.. doing nails...).
The LA milker flakes on me for the following week sighting that she has to do (insert whatever). I end up with a buddy in the same Hub I met her the day we planned to meet up. I'm looking into my beer glass feeling low, complaining, cranky and just so totally over the rain and cold that is outside.
"Man this sux. Chicks suck. Even milkers suck. I can't believe the shitness of my game. I'd rather stay home and play playstation and watch porn. Winter is bullshit. Fuck winter. And fuck girls. They are gay. Its too dark and cold and no one wants to leave their house to meet me. I suck. This game is crud. I prefer having a girlfriend."
The LA milker walks into the bar, sees me, laughs, and walks over to another table where she is with some older chick.
I inform my buddy who has his back to her and didn't see it.
"Fuck you suck man. Your game really sux. I can't believe how you can't even get that ugly milker who approached you. HAHAHAH!! I was gonna say if you get that girl, you deserve no credit for that whatsoever since she did all the work approaching you and making the conversation, but damn..."
Its true. I can laugh at this fact.
"I never claim anything. Apart from bitches being bitches. Ugh. Bitches. I need mojo to get my game back. I need some type of pill with mojo accelerator in it. A catalyst for mojo production so mojo drips from my skin and I can get chicks to not fucking flake. Flakers. Honestly, I envy all the people out there that think Japanese girls are easy. All the people that think that Japanese girls are sluts who love foreigners. I wish I had their optimism."
The LA milker mails later saying "Hey, I wanted to talk to you but... sorry...hahaha. Lets meet up again sometime."
OOOOOKKKKKAAAAAYYYY!!!!
not.
Somewhere between this barrage of flaky dates I manage to pull a couple of one night stands but overall it feels like I have leprosy and my virginity is growing back. This is causing me some serious stress.
There is no justice! I want to fight and break shit.
Then last week something weird happened.
A chick I met in a department store finally replies to my facebook friend request. At the time I tried to get her number but she was like, "I don't want your number, get me on facebook."
She replied and asked me when I could meet and I told her in the afternoon on a Wednesday for lunch. Thinking that she would flake, at least I wouldn't waste a night on it. She showed up. Long wavy hair, half bleached, extensive eye makeup. High heels, black skinny fit jeans and a silver studded black belt. Leather jacket. She looked sexy rock. I liked it. We get lunch, talk about rock music. She is a singer in a rock band. Sexy singer playing rock music.
Boner.
My tactic; have a nice friendly lunch, leave on a high note, don't make any moves since the last bunch of chicks I made moves on flaked. Plan is working well. She is sexy as hell. The conversation is great and I notice we have so much in common that we want to hang out more.
"Since we both like music, and you are a singer, why don't we go to Karaoke?"
Karaoke we go. My no touching plan is working well.......until I start making out with her and fingering her in the Karaoke booth. Damn. She's gonna think I'm a sleaze or think that I think she's a slut. But she is so into it I can't help it. Damn her sexiness. After adding time to the session and making out much more I have to leave to go to work.
Friday night.
Desperado. Yeah, I'm desperate. Cold, meek and desolate. All that sexual excitement with the hot rocker on Wednesday left me high and dry. Dry as a bone, friend. Dry as a mother. fucking. bone... Not a drop of liquid in sight. The darkness of this winter and my sex life could be compared to a desert without water. I grab at cactus* without thinking, in search of hydration only to be stabbed for my efforts. The pain irritates me and causes me to lash out more savagely and unfocussed. Fuck you evil cactus! Spiteful I remain.
The milker is my cactus. The girl who appears to be helpful but is more hurtful: a drain on my emotions and economy. The girl who has determined preference for Foreigners. The girl who wants to be around them to soak up as much language and culture as they can for momentary escape from the harsh realities of their own culture. The harshness being that they are not particularly valued by Japanese society. Their frumpy fashion and taste for high calorie meals leaves them with much to be desired for by the standard Japanese man. Although clearly cactus it may seem, and Friday night it may be, I end up with one in my apartment sitting on my couch like mushroom. Silent, boring, in no way trying to interact with me whilst exhibiting a strange expression on her like the face of a lost child. A lost child that ate a lot of after dinner snacks. And ice cream. Probably a chocolate milkshake too. Full cream milk. And she can't even speak English that well! What sort of milker is this where I am speaking Japanese? A wannabe milker, that's what.
There are many reasons I can tell you why this situation is not ideal. Sure, a 'cute' girl is on my couch in my apartment, probably willing, however, looking at the broader picture and only a day into the future all this pent up sexual aggression would be all but dissipated. Yet at this very time I am not privy to what the future holds. To cut to the chase, and to be simple, a man with any shred of dignity doesn't act out of desperation to fulfill every random urge. I know this, yet I lack this self control.
The mushroom cactus milker thing ends up on my futon, with her tits in my face and my cock inside her pussy.
*Did you know?- The plural of cactus is cacti!
So what is the singular of peni?
Saturday night.
Having received a random facebook message the day before from a hair salon receptionist, plans were made to meet up on Saturday evening for 'drinks and games'. We went to a Japanese style bar, ate dinner, drank, talked, with her being very shy and me holding up most of the conversation. Kinda dull chick really. We end up back at her place, drinking grape chuhi and playing mario bros. on nintendo wii. Its fun. My hand ends up on her legs. She pushes me away. Gets angry. Tells me to stop. I stop....
Until I start again! HA! She is pushing me away, but holding onto my arms. Asks what I am doing and why am I doing it. Because it feels right. It feels so very right. I kiss her ear. She lets out a scream. Pushes me away. But holds onto my arms. It continues like this until she is taking off her top and me mine. I notice some bruises on her waist. The same size as fingers... domestic violence? The signs of an aggressive lover? We fuck hard on her pink bed that is laid with pink pillows until we pass out, only to be woken by her elbowing me in my goddamn head because I'm snoring. WTF? Elbow me in the goddamn head? I prepare to leave but notice I have a powerful boner that needs attending to. We fuck again and I eventually leave at 5am into the cold.
Sunday.
I meet the rocker again. Her face is soft, happy and innocent. Not that rock really. Faux rock. Like, trying to be dirty and badass, but on the inside isn't at all. Kinda like David Beckham with his sleeve tattoos. Chicks dig that fool.. and I dig this chick! I forgive her lack of conviction and soul for with that she lacks the thing I hate about that type of girl anyway: self righteous cynicism. Good. We meet and hug. Our plans are simple, she doesn't mind whatever we do as long as its with me it will be fun. Nice.
Fun at my place it is. We go back. Get through the door. Start making out. A lot. For a real long time. We get down to our underwear. God damn this girl is ridiculously hot. I'm thinking it is time. She grabs me. "No.... I haven't.....I...I..I.."
"You what now?......huh? You're a virgin?"
She looks at me dead in the eyes. A look that says bingo. Wow.
"You are shocked, right?"
"Yeah...umm...like.. wow. Just.. yeah. I guess I am. But its cool. You know. Totally... just chill. If thats the case.."
I'm thinking of many things at this moment. The main thought being how much I want to take a sexy semi naked hot as fuck girl's pure round breast in one hand, her firm smooth ass in the other, while I slowly but surely take her virginity....
She doesn't want to have it. I'd rather not push it.
Instead I have her pull it....
My junk that is! She pulls me off. Hand job. Or H.J. if you want to save time saying it. Huh? It doesn't save that much time anyway...does sound kinda cool though. Or not. Whatever...
We spend the entire time from lunch to late evening making out in our underwear, and fooling around, stopping only to play guitar and cook dinner. She is such a honey. And such a great way to spend a lazy cold Sunday.
Rock girl, I like your face, your body, your personality and I think we have so much in common. Your virginity isn't an issue to me, though I kinda do wish you had more experience as to know better what guys are really like. We are a bit rude, lazy and sometimes we get pissed off, but overall we can be pretty decent people to hang with. If you don't flake out on me like every other xenophobe in this country that is using me for their short-time, one-time-only foreign guy experience, I'd really like to be your BF. Then BFF. That would be cool. We'll share and talk about everything (excluding my sexual past). And while I'm dreaming, do you think you could pop into the kitchen and make me a grilled ham and cheese sandwich? Cheers babe. Oh, there's a beer in the fridge, while your at it can you grab me that too?
Monday night.
I need to clean this apartment. I have a date later this evening, if she doesn't flake....
She doesn't flake...
She shows up wearing high black boots up to her knees. Stockings and skirt of matching color. A black jacket that covers a tight fitting grey top where her moderate cleavage is pushing out from. On top of which, some silver Gothic neck adorning. White skin and black straight hair. We get drinking and eating at a restaurant. She really likes metal music. I'm happy to hear this as I do also. She also likes plumb wine. What do you know? I have a bottle of plum wine and a bunch of Korn albums at my place that is not too far from here. Lets get trashed drinking wine while listening to metal.
And we do it. Then start making out. But she has to go, its the last train. I hold her hostage in my prison of arms, legs and super wrestling holds I learned from watching UFC. She cannot break free. And she misses her train. Hahaha. She resigns to stay at my place. Fake resignation though. More glee than contempt.
This weekend is almost coming to an end. It has been long. I haven't been sleeping well and drinking far too much. My skin has been touched, rubbed and grabbed. Hair has been pulled and tangled. Lips have been kissed, bitten and plenty of sweat has been perspired. The chick with a strong interest in metal music is quiet, shy, reserved, and wants to take a shower before anything else happens. I am down with that. I derobe her black and red Gothic underwear to reveal large firm breasts. Yes! We get soapy in the shower and then sweaty in bed later. Fucking hard to hard rock.
Rock on.
