Friday the thirteenth...
...and yet I'm feeling lucky...go figure.
Now playing: The Nails - 88 Lines About 44 Women (ah, shuffle play is so ironic at times!)
So another new year is upon us. Knock wood, I've not written '05 on anything yet, but I think so far I've had to write the date all of twice since the new year, and neither time was on anything more legally critical than a CD I was burning.
So what's happened in the first two weeks of what is sure to be and already shaping up to be the best year of my life? (Though MMV will be tough to top, by any number of metrics...) Where to begin? Let's have a go at it:
The one year anniversary of the humblest of beginnings of this blog have come and gone with nary a commemorative effort on my part, for shame!
A wondrous New Year's celebration has also come and gone, perhaps I'll regale with stories of flashed breasts and sparkling bubbly...
My beloved (and by beloved, I mean, of course, maddeningly hot and continuously lusted after) Ms. Daisy, who has been talking about maybe possibly sortakinda perhaps blogging as a way to get back into her english major writing roots, finally did just that! Show her some love here, since I'm always trying to get into her very deliciously close-fitting pants. (She wears the cutest panties! Pant!) I can't emphasize this enough, I love this girl to death, and she's exceptionally witty and insightful...this should be something very worthwhile to follow, I'm flush with anticipation! (The blog should be good too.) Maybe I'll even get a mention here and there! Oooooh! (I'm such an attention whore, I bristle at the mere prospect of random internet pseudonotoriety.)
In other news, I believe I've recently found a "New Best Friend" (of the "with benefits" variety), to accompany my former NBF who is now upgraded to simply "Best Friend" (hopefully forever, but without the gayness associated with the BFF term), and to somewhat replace Former Best Friend, whose eventual return I'm still holding out hope for (she's still in contact via occasional and sporadic IM) Hi D! :* Convoluted? Sure. Circular? Possibly. About the speed of my life lately? Definitely. Since my last impromptu assessment of love life/action : time available ratio, I'd landed on the near-arbitrary magic number of 3-5 (I know, I know, that's more a range than a number) as the theoretically ideal number of solid booty call-type arrangements that a typically horny guy need have to be happy-slash-occupied enough to not really need some of the more comforting aspects of a standard relationship. (In the form of regular dates, sex, comforting hugs/kisses/oral sex, etc.) (It's a bit of a work-in-progress, bear with me; I'm hoping that it will all come into focus, or at least becomes more clear, before I can write my eventual millions-generating self-help book.)
Back to the NBF story: I met J on a cold (for Charlotte) night in December, the 17th I believe. She's a friend of another J, coincidentally enough, (yeah, same name, it's all very confusing, try to keep up) who introduced us at the club. Naturally, I noticed her right away, as she's a gorgeous, bubbly, statuesque (5'10") redhead, very personable and inherently likable (though admittedly, I may be biased now). That first night, we chatted the tiniest little bit, and I definitely felt an attraction and immediate feeling of familiarity, but not so much as to be enough to get a feel for or gauge her interest. I sort of lost track of her for the rest of the evening, except for a brief encounter later that was all too fleeting. The next morning, she'd sent me a very polite and succinct e-mail letting me know that it was nice meeting me. I replied with an enthusiastic reciprocation of her thoughts, and asked a few questions that I thought might engage her in some correspondence. She replied, with what I thought was general friendliness, but not anything more than that, and an invitation to keep in touch, but no real engagement or what I could see as clear interest. (though she later says that even this is not like her, and I should have known by then that she was "interested", as she not one to (and doesn't) pursue men.) Hrm. Okay. no exchanges with her for some time, (about 11 days after) start to wonder if maybe there's a more effective way to be working my limited charms, when as luck and fate would have it, I have a chance encounter with her online the Wednesday before New Year's. I run into this girl in chat (that I used to frequent a bit, but haven't in about a year, and had let my paid membership lapse) who seems familiar, but only vaguely so. Through a little bit of luck and my recollection of her from a couple weeks prior, and a tiny thumbnail photo, I piece together that this is the J of a week and a half ago. Jackpot! I identify myself to her, she gets me on Yahoo IM, and we start to really get into a meaningful getting-to-know-you chat that ends with my convincing her to go to the club with me in two days, that Friday, New Year's Eve eve.
Our Friday rendezvous goes off even better than I could have hoped or prayed for, despite my keeping her waiting in excess of 90 minutes past my first estimate of meeting time. Though those who know me know I'm chronically late, this time I was ready to go very close to the planned departure time, but the delays inherent in mobilizing groups of people kept us off-schedule. Also, thanks to General Motors and S, my increasingly frequent co-conspirator, for procuring the 24-hour "free rental" of the pimpy party barge for that night's festivities. I'm not kidding, this thing was literally appointed with 18" chrome wheels, gold-on-white (and we of course know from pimp school that green's for the money, and gold's for the honeys) paint job, 30-inch LCD TV and requisite DVD (read: porn) playback, strategically-paced indirect accent/mood lighting, and rear seat that motored down into a near-queen size bed at the touch of a button. Now where were these $50K conversion vans when I was in high school?! This thing had all the right divots in the "bed" surface for one's knees, center row captain's chairs for one to push one's feet off against in conjunction with said knee divots, wood strips on the header for the other someone's feet, and room in the high-top for first someone's head/arms. Not that anyone in particular christened the van, but if anyone from the dealership is reading, we're really sorry for any astroglide stains (and/or any residual "organic matter") that may have escaped our hurried morning-after once-over...
Anyway, to make a long story slightly less long, two dates later, (first date goes off swimmingly, second even better than the first) and I'm fully immersed in a textbook schoolboy's crush on this girl. What's even more surprising is that things seem to be at least partially reciprocal. Amazing! What happened?! Time will tell, wish me luck, we'll see how it goes. I've high hopes for this to be a great arrangement/friendship/relationship/coupling/whatever, let's see if I can't keep from thoroughly fucking it up for a while, yes?
And oh yeah, she physically reminds me of Amy (Esq.) in Chicago. Weird!
Well, it appears that I have my first blog detractor, in the form of a dissenting opinion in the comments of last month's post (that sounds so sad, "last month's post",) the one about twins/sisters/mothers/daughters. It appears that A, the married, allegedly bored housewife older of the sisters from my dating past, has weighed in with an objection or two of my accounting of past events. In the name of justice and interesting (if not slightly dirty-laundry-y juicy) blogfodder, I'd like to invite Mrs. A to tell her side of the story, and either e-mail it to me, or tell it in comment form here. I'll pledge to copy it to the main page here in an unedited, fully attributed quote, and we'll all have an intelligent and mature discourse on the matter. I certainly feel that I've nothing to hide, and welcome the potentially scandal-clad (sorry, I don't mean scantily-clad there, but here's a mention for the search engines) discussion/debate on the matter, what better forum than on the internet, in a semi-anonymous setting? Fabulous! While we're at it, any other former dates/lovers/fuckbuddies/girlfriends/stalkees may also feel free to chime in, the more the merrier! On this or any other topic, what the hell! Let's really show the folks who threw the Salem Witch Hunts and the Spanish Inquisition that they were on the right track, and if only they'd turned it up a notch or two (but it goes to eleven), that they too, could have had justice. (Or something to that effect.)
Now Playing: T-Pain featuring Mike Jones - I'm In Love With A Stripper
Ms. P, the dancer I was seeing during most of Q4 last year, seems to have come and gone. It was a pretty good run with easily the most bizarre fizzling of a relationship I've experienced in a while. (Though, again, many aspects of 2005 will be tough to beat in that regard.) Mike, one of the other DJs at the club could not see us there and not play the above song and point/nod at me. Good guy that Mike, heh...Basically, P and I been hanging out a bit here and there for a couple months or so, with mostly good results, she really did almost make it to the persistent friend status I talked about earlier, (after all, she did introduce me to the very cute bi-but-seeming-in-denial lesbians who seemed to enjoy making out with me) but was ultimate a small-doses kind of girl. When she heard about the open-bar Christmas party her employer (the guy/company who owns basically every strip club in town) was having, she immediately called me and made a big productionof askimg me if I'd go with her. Open bar and strippers? I'd be a fool not to! Hell, now that you've told me about it, try and stop me from being there! Drunken stripper threeways! Jackpot!
So as bad as it sounds, I kind of looked forward to the drunken stripper Christmas party, and thought that I needed to at least stay in the picture through the middle of December. Well, the week prior, she was in finals, and I was in the last week of my real estate licensure course (which I passed, thankyouverymuch), so I didn't call her, in the hopes that we'd both actually study/work and do well and get our other commitments out of the way, then party it up after. Apparently, she didn't see it that way, and was a little upset that I hadn't called. We'd also at some point talked about going to the New Year's party together. When we didn't go to the drunken stripper Christmas party, I just naturally assumed that was that. Well, New Year's Eve comes rolling around, and I get a weird voicemail message from her about the party. I sort of blow the message off (shitty, I know, but I wasn't looking to do anything but party that night.) Later in the night, I hear from other people that she was at the party, but with over 1000 people in attendance, I somehow (and without specifically trying), I managed to miss her altogether. Karma is a funny thing. Haven't heard word one from her since, so I can only assume that that thing has run it's course.
Crap, is it 6am already? Well, more updates soon, I hope, and possibly even an '05 highlight reel. We'll see what my existing muse, new muse, and new foil can inspire in me (yet leave me with time to write!)
In the words of my English-challenged ancestry, (Anglicized for your convenience!) and from the beautiful, but very foggy shores of Lake Norman, "Gong Xi Fa Chai!" ("Happiness and Wealth", a traditional New Year's exclamation/greeting/wish.) I'll probably try to recycle that one in a few weeks for the lunar/Chinese New Year festivities.
Sorry for the painful length of this post, I guess it got away from me...I could always play it off as me attempting to make up for a month of inactivity...
-Gene
Now playing: The Nails - 88 Lines About 44 Women (ah, shuffle play is so ironic at times!)
So another new year is upon us. Knock wood, I've not written '05 on anything yet, but I think so far I've had to write the date all of twice since the new year, and neither time was on anything more legally critical than a CD I was burning.
So what's happened in the first two weeks of what is sure to be and already shaping up to be the best year of my life? (Though MMV will be tough to top, by any number of metrics...) Where to begin? Let's have a go at it:
The one year anniversary of the humblest of beginnings of this blog have come and gone with nary a commemorative effort on my part, for shame!
A wondrous New Year's celebration has also come and gone, perhaps I'll regale with stories of flashed breasts and sparkling bubbly...
My beloved (and by beloved, I mean, of course, maddeningly hot and continuously lusted after) Ms. Daisy, who has been talking about maybe possibly sortakinda perhaps blogging as a way to get back into her english major writing roots, finally did just that! Show her some love here, since I'm always trying to get into her very deliciously close-fitting pants. (She wears the cutest panties! Pant!) I can't emphasize this enough, I love this girl to death, and she's exceptionally witty and insightful...this should be something very worthwhile to follow, I'm flush with anticipation! (The blog should be good too.) Maybe I'll even get a mention here and there! Oooooh! (I'm such an attention whore, I bristle at the mere prospect of random internet pseudonotoriety.)
In other news, I believe I've recently found a "New Best Friend" (of the "with benefits" variety), to accompany my former NBF who is now upgraded to simply "Best Friend" (hopefully forever, but without the gayness associated with the BFF term), and to somewhat replace Former Best Friend, whose eventual return I'm still holding out hope for (she's still in contact via occasional and sporadic IM) Hi D! :* Convoluted? Sure. Circular? Possibly. About the speed of my life lately? Definitely. Since my last impromptu assessment of love life/action : time available ratio, I'd landed on the near-arbitrary magic number of 3-5 (I know, I know, that's more a range than a number) as the theoretically ideal number of solid booty call-type arrangements that a typically horny guy need have to be happy-slash-occupied enough to not really need some of the more comforting aspects of a standard relationship. (In the form of regular dates, sex, comforting hugs/kisses/oral sex, etc.) (It's a bit of a work-in-progress, bear with me; I'm hoping that it will all come into focus, or at least becomes more clear, before I can write my eventual millions-generating self-help book.)
Back to the NBF story: I met J on a cold (for Charlotte) night in December, the 17th I believe. She's a friend of another J, coincidentally enough, (yeah, same name, it's all very confusing, try to keep up) who introduced us at the club. Naturally, I noticed her right away, as she's a gorgeous, bubbly, statuesque (5'10") redhead, very personable and inherently likable (though admittedly, I may be biased now). That first night, we chatted the tiniest little bit, and I definitely felt an attraction and immediate feeling of familiarity, but not so much as to be enough to get a feel for or gauge her interest. I sort of lost track of her for the rest of the evening, except for a brief encounter later that was all too fleeting. The next morning, she'd sent me a very polite and succinct e-mail letting me know that it was nice meeting me. I replied with an enthusiastic reciprocation of her thoughts, and asked a few questions that I thought might engage her in some correspondence. She replied, with what I thought was general friendliness, but not anything more than that, and an invitation to keep in touch, but no real engagement or what I could see as clear interest. (though she later says that even this is not like her, and I should have known by then that she was "interested", as she not one to (and doesn't) pursue men.) Hrm. Okay. no exchanges with her for some time, (about 11 days after) start to wonder if maybe there's a more effective way to be working my limited charms, when as luck and fate would have it, I have a chance encounter with her online the Wednesday before New Year's. I run into this girl in chat (that I used to frequent a bit, but haven't in about a year, and had let my paid membership lapse) who seems familiar, but only vaguely so. Through a little bit of luck and my recollection of her from a couple weeks prior, and a tiny thumbnail photo, I piece together that this is the J of a week and a half ago. Jackpot! I identify myself to her, she gets me on Yahoo IM, and we start to really get into a meaningful getting-to-know-you chat that ends with my convincing her to go to the club with me in two days, that Friday, New Year's Eve eve.
Our Friday rendezvous goes off even better than I could have hoped or prayed for, despite my keeping her waiting in excess of 90 minutes past my first estimate of meeting time. Though those who know me know I'm chronically late, this time I was ready to go very close to the planned departure time, but the delays inherent in mobilizing groups of people kept us off-schedule. Also, thanks to General Motors and S, my increasingly frequent co-conspirator, for procuring the 24-hour "free rental" of the pimpy party barge for that night's festivities. I'm not kidding, this thing was literally appointed with 18" chrome wheels, gold-on-white (and we of course know from pimp school that green's for the money, and gold's for the honeys) paint job, 30-inch LCD TV and requisite DVD (read: porn) playback, strategically-paced indirect accent/mood lighting, and rear seat that motored down into a near-queen size bed at the touch of a button. Now where were these $50K conversion vans when I was in high school?! This thing had all the right divots in the "bed" surface for one's knees, center row captain's chairs for one to push one's feet off against in conjunction with said knee divots, wood strips on the header for the other someone's feet, and room in the high-top for first someone's head/arms. Not that anyone in particular christened the van, but if anyone from the dealership is reading, we're really sorry for any astroglide stains (and/or any residual "organic matter") that may have escaped our hurried morning-after once-over...
Anyway, to make a long story slightly less long, two dates later, (first date goes off swimmingly, second even better than the first) and I'm fully immersed in a textbook schoolboy's crush on this girl. What's even more surprising is that things seem to be at least partially reciprocal. Amazing! What happened?! Time will tell, wish me luck, we'll see how it goes. I've high hopes for this to be a great arrangement/friendship/relationship/coupling/whatever, let's see if I can't keep from thoroughly fucking it up for a while, yes?
And oh yeah, she physically reminds me of Amy (Esq.) in Chicago. Weird!
Well, it appears that I have my first blog detractor, in the form of a dissenting opinion in the comments of last month's post (that sounds so sad, "last month's post",) the one about twins/sisters/mothers/daughters. It appears that A, the married, allegedly bored housewife older of the sisters from my dating past, has weighed in with an objection or two of my accounting of past events. In the name of justice and interesting (if not slightly dirty-laundry-y juicy) blogfodder, I'd like to invite Mrs. A to tell her side of the story, and either e-mail it to me, or tell it in comment form here. I'll pledge to copy it to the main page here in an unedited, fully attributed quote, and we'll all have an intelligent and mature discourse on the matter. I certainly feel that I've nothing to hide, and welcome the potentially scandal-clad (sorry, I don't mean scantily-clad there, but here's a mention for the search engines) discussion/debate on the matter, what better forum than on the internet, in a semi-anonymous setting? Fabulous! While we're at it, any other former dates/lovers/fuckbuddies/girlfriends/stalkees may also feel free to chime in, the more the merrier! On this or any other topic, what the hell! Let's really show the folks who threw the Salem Witch Hunts and the Spanish Inquisition that they were on the right track, and if only they'd turned it up a notch or two (but it goes to eleven), that they too, could have had justice. (Or something to that effect.)
Now Playing: T-Pain featuring Mike Jones - I'm In Love With A Stripper
Ms. P, the dancer I was seeing during most of Q4 last year, seems to have come and gone. It was a pretty good run with easily the most bizarre fizzling of a relationship I've experienced in a while. (Though, again, many aspects of 2005 will be tough to beat in that regard.) Mike, one of the other DJs at the club could not see us there and not play the above song and point/nod at me. Good guy that Mike, heh...Basically, P and I been hanging out a bit here and there for a couple months or so, with mostly good results, she really did almost make it to the persistent friend status I talked about earlier, (after all, she did introduce me to the very cute bi-but-seeming-in-denial lesbians who seemed to enjoy making out with me) but was ultimate a small-doses kind of girl. When she heard about the open-bar Christmas party her employer (the guy/company who owns basically every strip club in town) was having, she immediately called me and made a big productionof askimg me if I'd go with her. Open bar and strippers? I'd be a fool not to! Hell, now that you've told me about it, try and stop me from being there! Drunken stripper threeways! Jackpot!
So as bad as it sounds, I kind of looked forward to the drunken stripper Christmas party, and thought that I needed to at least stay in the picture through the middle of December. Well, the week prior, she was in finals, and I was in the last week of my real estate licensure course (which I passed, thankyouverymuch), so I didn't call her, in the hopes that we'd both actually study/work and do well and get our other commitments out of the way, then party it up after. Apparently, she didn't see it that way, and was a little upset that I hadn't called. We'd also at some point talked about going to the New Year's party together. When we didn't go to the drunken stripper Christmas party, I just naturally assumed that was that. Well, New Year's Eve comes rolling around, and I get a weird voicemail message from her about the party. I sort of blow the message off (shitty, I know, but I wasn't looking to do anything but party that night.) Later in the night, I hear from other people that she was at the party, but with over 1000 people in attendance, I somehow (and without specifically trying), I managed to miss her altogether. Karma is a funny thing. Haven't heard word one from her since, so I can only assume that that thing has run it's course.
Crap, is it 6am already? Well, more updates soon, I hope, and possibly even an '05 highlight reel. We'll see what my existing muse, new muse, and new foil can inspire in me (yet leave me with time to write!)
In the words of my English-challenged ancestry, (Anglicized for your convenience!) and from the beautiful, but very foggy shores of Lake Norman, "Gong Xi Fa Chai!" ("Happiness and Wealth", a traditional New Year's exclamation/greeting/wish.) I'll probably try to recycle that one in a few weeks for the lunar/Chinese New Year festivities.
Sorry for the painful length of this post, I guess it got away from me...I could always play it off as me attempting to make up for a month of inactivity...
-Gene
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