The Universe delivers...
...but more on that in just a little bit...
Now Playing: Tiesto featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw - Walking on Clouds
So where have I been, y'all might ask? As it turns out, I've been involved in a bit of an orgy in the last few weeks. That is to say an orgy of building, home improvement, and runs to the dump. Being as how I have no discernible job, or anything really to encumber me in my day-to-day life, I volunteered to help some friends who were gracious enough to throw a Memorial day party at their beautiful party abode, to prepare for the event. I never realized how much preparation can go into one of these things. Wow. (Final count, by the way, was 89 individuals...a new LKN record, and for once, the host and hostess were able to enjoy the party themselves. Sweet.) More on that in a bit.
Add to that a pretty good case of what appeared to be pink eye, combined with the symptoms of a bacterial infection, plus some internet health research (a critical no-no, as reading any symptoms whatsoever on the internet will immediately cause the reader to take on (if s/he hasn't already convinced him/herself that s/he had those very symptoms the whole time) whatever sickness one reads about.) Everything from chlamydia to the west nile virus, to ebola were bandied about, no matter how remote, unlikely, or downright impossible the choices were, I thought I had it. I damn near drove myself to the CDC's HQ in ATL just to find out what the deal was. So apologies to both readers who accounted for the several hundred futile refreshes of this page occurring in the past couple weeks, I pledge to not let two more weeks go by between posts here, ever. I hope. It may be okay for some of my peers (no one in particular here *coughcoughskipcoughcough*) to post so sporadically, but it simply doesn't meet my high standards of blog publication. So the first week's absence was largely taken up by party preparations and bug identification and eradication, which seems to be all but over now. (All tests for anything and everything came back negative, BTW...praise Allah! Definitely didn't relish having to make THOSE calls...)
If I can a) find a suitable block of time, b) remember the events contained therein, and c) somehow manage to not forget a) and b), I'll blog some about the party. For now, I'll leave you with a bit of a teaser: I've introduced one dear friend (E) to the group, and she seems to have taken to them like a fish to water. Welcome to the gang, E...We're going to have a fabulous time. Secondly, I finally managed to spend some quality time with K, a new friend acquired in the past couple weeks. More on this and other party proceedings later (perhaps).
Post party, I decided to take some time to relax, and enjoy my environs. Upon eventual return home, I catch up on a few things (The T-mobile/cellular fiasco among others...I've achieved a temporary stay of execution, and gotten T-mobile to up my service plan (read: doubled plan minutes to 1600) with no additional contract, retroactive to this month...so I'll be on at least until I can find a decent V3 RAZR/ V8 SLVR deal...the tier II CS guy said T-Mobile's getting the RAZR in the fall...hrm), and that brings us to...the present day.
As fate would have it, today brought with it a heartstring-tugging, but better-for-the-longer-term goodbye to a dear playmate, and an all-too-soon end to a largely enjoyable situation. Alas, a moment of silence, please. My hope is that she's not completely absent from my life going forward, and that as cliche as it sounds, we can maintain contact and continue to support one another in our respective endeavours. We'll see if the heavens concur that that's a good idea. I certainly hope so.
I thought that universal karmic balance came in the form of an unexpected visit from a certain (and my hands-down favourite) angel of mercy, and if it were, I'd consider myself a damned fortunate man to have called it a day there, but the wicked mistress that is fate wasn't quite done with me just yet...
Now Playing: Artful Dodger featuring Melanie Blatt - Twenty-Four Seven
Funny number, that twenty-four. As coincidence would have it, it's the age of the dancer I had the good fortune of meeting at the club tonight. So as one letter in my life goes out, the universe-at-large ushers in another in it's stead. P is a stunning olive-skinned, curly-haired brunette, who stands perhaps 5'5", is absolutely vivacious, lusciously shapely, a happy drunk (or so it would appear thus far), and completely and unequivocably brazen (that's so hot) in her pursuit of that which she deems desirable. I'm volunteering at the bar, and she wanders in with her date (who I'm later told is a friendly co-worker from her day job), making the proverbial grand appearance in a white medium-weave fishnet dress. We make a bit of eye contact, I think that she's quite the knockout, and go on about my business. A short time later, they sidle up to the bar, we banter and flirt idly, and when I ask what I can get for them, she responds that they're fine, and just want to harass the bartender. Rowr. Flirt a bit more, ascertain that the date is just a ride, so the wittiness/charm gets bumped up a bit. Introduce them around to some of the other hotties at the bar, chatter a bit, they move on, in the form of taking seats at a nearby table. Some time later, in a lull in serving, she sneaks behind the bar with me, and gets in close:
"Would you be offended if I said I just wanted you for your penis?" Holiest of crap, does shit like this even actually happen in real life?!
"Uh, now that you've actually gone and said it, I might be offended if you didn't."
"Well, I ask because I have this list of things I'd like to do before I die, and 'hot Asian guy' is just above 'fireman'...you're not a fireman, are you? 'cause I'm sort of saving that for last."
"Hrm, no, but I could put you in touch with fireman twins, if twins are on your list..."
OK, I digressed a little bit at that point, but hey, what can I say, the brain-turns-to-mush point had long since been passed when I went to kiss her and she neither slapped my fat ass, nor called security. Score! Okay, so perhaps I could/should have waited a hair longer to go in for the kiss, and indeed, prudence would have dictated just that, but I'm telling you, this chick was throwing out the vibe, man! Either that or she was feeling around for my car keys or something. She eventually indicates that she'd like to see me "soon", and I naturally can't agree fast enough. We exchange phone numbers and e-mail addresses, and basically spend the rest of the night making out and carrying on like high school kids. I swear, I'm STILL giddy. One crucial misstep that took place was that once I saw how famously we were getting along, I started introducing her around with my signature cheesy line, "this is my new best friend P." Robin caught me (as she's seen me do this in the past), and asked me point-blank, "How many new best friends do you have, anyway?" Of course, my response was "As many as it takes, baby!" After all, I have to make sure she knows exactly how slutty I am going into things. Fortunately, she indicates that sluttiness on my part isn't a problem. Sweet.
Naturally, the question that begs asking is, "How is it that a fine specimen of womanhood like her is unencumbered by a silly man (redundant?) of some sort?" Ah, she's just broken up with him. Hrm, gears are turning, and there's a burning insulation smell..."I could SO be the rebound guy!" I say. Nice! She responds that her rebound relationships generally last about a year. OK, that's doable...I could be and use some arm candy for a year...this is getting more and more interesting by the minute. I further learn that she's a part time dancer at one of the local clubs (note to self to go see her dance sometime), doesn't drive, and thinks that I'd be pretty hot even if I wasn't Asian and happened to land myself on her two-item list becasue of it. Sweet. All that's left, now that she's expressed interest, is to lay the "I'm really lazy AND have no job" line on her. Surprisingly enough, not only does she not bolt for the door, but she congratulates me for being so good at the boytoy thing and asks where she can find a sugar momma of her own, as she's been looking for one (AND she's bi! Does it GET any better?!) I assure her that that's not the case at all, and that my only secret is that I've learned how to be really really poor and yet still maintain my happiness.
She also relates a tale of how she'd thought she'd met her "tall hot Asian boy" previously, but he turned out to be all ghetto, saying things like "Holla at ya boy", and things in that vein. WTF is up with that? I know white kids who think they're black are affectionately known as "whiggers", but what about race-identificationally challenged Asian kids? I've come to embrace terms like "Twinkie" and "Banana" (yellow on the outside, white on the inside) in the same way the gay/lesbian community de-connoted "queer" way back when. Anyway, I digress...whatever the case, I thank the ghetto Asian kid for not being able to deliver to the lovely Ms. P...who's your daddy?
Now Playing: Jenna Drey - Killin' Me
Fate is a cruel and ironic mistress, especially when it comes to putting the WinAmp on "shuffle". So...I wonder if there's a way for me to plot to see her Sunday, her first off day coming up, without violating the revered three-day industry-standard waiting-to-call period rule from the movie Swingers. Hrm, dilemma dilemma...
I'm far, far, far too fond of this girl for only having met her several hours ago. If there was a surer kiss of death for a budding relationship, I don't know what it is. We'll see how much I can tempt fate, as I can see she and I being a major force of mischief in the greater Charlotte metro area...
OK, off to bed, it's shaping up to be a busy weekend, and perhaps even a busy week...
Party safe, be well, and get your slut/flirt/party ON!
Now Playing: Tiesto featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw - Walking on Clouds
So where have I been, y'all might ask? As it turns out, I've been involved in a bit of an orgy in the last few weeks. That is to say an orgy of building, home improvement, and runs to the dump. Being as how I have no discernible job, or anything really to encumber me in my day-to-day life, I volunteered to help some friends who were gracious enough to throw a Memorial day party at their beautiful party abode, to prepare for the event. I never realized how much preparation can go into one of these things. Wow. (Final count, by the way, was 89 individuals...a new LKN record, and for once, the host and hostess were able to enjoy the party themselves. Sweet.) More on that in a bit.
Add to that a pretty good case of what appeared to be pink eye, combined with the symptoms of a bacterial infection, plus some internet health research (a critical no-no, as reading any symptoms whatsoever on the internet will immediately cause the reader to take on (if s/he hasn't already convinced him/herself that s/he had those very symptoms the whole time) whatever sickness one reads about.) Everything from chlamydia to the west nile virus, to ebola were bandied about, no matter how remote, unlikely, or downright impossible the choices were, I thought I had it. I damn near drove myself to the CDC's HQ in ATL just to find out what the deal was. So apologies to both readers who accounted for the several hundred futile refreshes of this page occurring in the past couple weeks, I pledge to not let two more weeks go by between posts here, ever. I hope. It may be okay for some of my peers (no one in particular here *coughcoughskipcoughcough*) to post so sporadically, but it simply doesn't meet my high standards of blog publication. So the first week's absence was largely taken up by party preparations and bug identification and eradication, which seems to be all but over now. (All tests for anything and everything came back negative, BTW...praise Allah! Definitely didn't relish having to make THOSE calls...)
If I can a) find a suitable block of time, b) remember the events contained therein, and c) somehow manage to not forget a) and b), I'll blog some about the party. For now, I'll leave you with a bit of a teaser: I've introduced one dear friend (E) to the group, and she seems to have taken to them like a fish to water. Welcome to the gang, E...We're going to have a fabulous time. Secondly, I finally managed to spend some quality time with K, a new friend acquired in the past couple weeks. More on this and other party proceedings later (perhaps).
Post party, I decided to take some time to relax, and enjoy my environs. Upon eventual return home, I catch up on a few things (The T-mobile/cellular fiasco among others...I've achieved a temporary stay of execution, and gotten T-mobile to up my service plan (read: doubled plan minutes to 1600) with no additional contract, retroactive to this month...so I'll be on at least until I can find a decent V3 RAZR/ V8 SLVR deal...the tier II CS guy said T-Mobile's getting the RAZR in the fall...hrm), and that brings us to...the present day.
As fate would have it, today brought with it a heartstring-tugging, but better-for-the-longer-term goodbye to a dear playmate, and an all-too-soon end to a largely enjoyable situation. Alas, a moment of silence, please. My hope is that she's not completely absent from my life going forward, and that as cliche as it sounds, we can maintain contact and continue to support one another in our respective endeavours. We'll see if the heavens concur that that's a good idea. I certainly hope so.
I thought that universal karmic balance came in the form of an unexpected visit from a certain (and my hands-down favourite) angel of mercy, and if it were, I'd consider myself a damned fortunate man to have called it a day there, but the wicked mistress that is fate wasn't quite done with me just yet...
Now Playing: Artful Dodger featuring Melanie Blatt - Twenty-Four Seven
Funny number, that twenty-four. As coincidence would have it, it's the age of the dancer I had the good fortune of meeting at the club tonight. So as one letter in my life goes out, the universe-at-large ushers in another in it's stead. P is a stunning olive-skinned, curly-haired brunette, who stands perhaps 5'5", is absolutely vivacious, lusciously shapely, a happy drunk (or so it would appear thus far), and completely and unequivocably brazen (that's so hot) in her pursuit of that which she deems desirable. I'm volunteering at the bar, and she wanders in with her date (who I'm later told is a friendly co-worker from her day job), making the proverbial grand appearance in a white medium-weave fishnet dress. We make a bit of eye contact, I think that she's quite the knockout, and go on about my business. A short time later, they sidle up to the bar, we banter and flirt idly, and when I ask what I can get for them, she responds that they're fine, and just want to harass the bartender. Rowr. Flirt a bit more, ascertain that the date is just a ride, so the wittiness/charm gets bumped up a bit. Introduce them around to some of the other hotties at the bar, chatter a bit, they move on, in the form of taking seats at a nearby table. Some time later, in a lull in serving, she sneaks behind the bar with me, and gets in close:
"Would you be offended if I said I just wanted you for your penis?" Holiest of crap, does shit like this even actually happen in real life?!
"Uh, now that you've actually gone and said it, I might be offended if you didn't."
"Well, I ask because I have this list of things I'd like to do before I die, and 'hot Asian guy' is just above 'fireman'...you're not a fireman, are you? 'cause I'm sort of saving that for last."
"Hrm, no, but I could put you in touch with fireman twins, if twins are on your list..."
OK, I digressed a little bit at that point, but hey, what can I say, the brain-turns-to-mush point had long since been passed when I went to kiss her and she neither slapped my fat ass, nor called security. Score! Okay, so perhaps I could/should have waited a hair longer to go in for the kiss, and indeed, prudence would have dictated just that, but I'm telling you, this chick was throwing out the vibe, man! Either that or she was feeling around for my car keys or something. She eventually indicates that she'd like to see me "soon", and I naturally can't agree fast enough. We exchange phone numbers and e-mail addresses, and basically spend the rest of the night making out and carrying on like high school kids. I swear, I'm STILL giddy. One crucial misstep that took place was that once I saw how famously we were getting along, I started introducing her around with my signature cheesy line, "this is my new best friend P." Robin caught me (as she's seen me do this in the past), and asked me point-blank, "How many new best friends do you have, anyway?" Of course, my response was "As many as it takes, baby!" After all, I have to make sure she knows exactly how slutty I am going into things. Fortunately, she indicates that sluttiness on my part isn't a problem. Sweet.
Naturally, the question that begs asking is, "How is it that a fine specimen of womanhood like her is unencumbered by a silly man (redundant?) of some sort?" Ah, she's just broken up with him. Hrm, gears are turning, and there's a burning insulation smell..."I could SO be the rebound guy!" I say. Nice! She responds that her rebound relationships generally last about a year. OK, that's doable...I could be and use some arm candy for a year...this is getting more and more interesting by the minute. I further learn that she's a part time dancer at one of the local clubs (note to self to go see her dance sometime), doesn't drive, and thinks that I'd be pretty hot even if I wasn't Asian and happened to land myself on her two-item list becasue of it. Sweet. All that's left, now that she's expressed interest, is to lay the "I'm really lazy AND have no job" line on her. Surprisingly enough, not only does she not bolt for the door, but she congratulates me for being so good at the boytoy thing and asks where she can find a sugar momma of her own, as she's been looking for one (AND she's bi! Does it GET any better?!) I assure her that that's not the case at all, and that my only secret is that I've learned how to be really really poor and yet still maintain my happiness.
She also relates a tale of how she'd thought she'd met her "tall hot Asian boy" previously, but he turned out to be all ghetto, saying things like "Holla at ya boy", and things in that vein. WTF is up with that? I know white kids who think they're black are affectionately known as "whiggers", but what about race-identificationally challenged Asian kids? I've come to embrace terms like "Twinkie" and "Banana" (yellow on the outside, white on the inside) in the same way the gay/lesbian community de-connoted "queer" way back when. Anyway, I digress...whatever the case, I thank the ghetto Asian kid for not being able to deliver to the lovely Ms. P...who's your daddy?
Now Playing: Jenna Drey - Killin' Me
Fate is a cruel and ironic mistress, especially when it comes to putting the WinAmp on "shuffle". So...I wonder if there's a way for me to plot to see her Sunday, her first off day coming up, without violating the revered three-day industry-standard waiting-to-call period rule from the movie Swingers. Hrm, dilemma dilemma...
I'm far, far, far too fond of this girl for only having met her several hours ago. If there was a surer kiss of death for a budding relationship, I don't know what it is. We'll see how much I can tempt fate, as I can see she and I being a major force of mischief in the greater Charlotte metro area...
OK, off to bed, it's shaping up to be a busy weekend, and perhaps even a busy week...
Party safe, be well, and get your slut/flirt/party ON!
posted by Gene at 6:58 AM
6 Comments:
nice..you are so totally smitten, it's adorable.
Just call me nEmo...
The real question is, does the girl like pork?
Haha, actually, rosie, the smitten has already worn off...now get out here for a visit!
"nEmo"? I don't get it.
And yes, initial findings indicate that she _loves_ the pork. Especially asian style. Is that over-the-top? I can never tell. Nor can I tell when the metaphors become too transparent...
See you this weekend, right, E? We're not taking "no" for an answer... ;)
Who's "we"? And since when did you become the boss of me? ;)-
Btw...fish to water:Finding Nemo as nEmo:Eden. Get it? Get it?
Asian style pork, yum. I want a free lapdance.
That's "we" as in the new collective bosses of you, and yes...that was a couple (already?!) weeks ago, and there was paperwork and everything, sorry you missed the memo...
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