16 posts tagged “boys”

I have a friend. He's not too bad looking, in fact if you just looked at a photograph of him you might even call him hot.

But he's an idiot. He's kind of dumb and kind of pushy in an oblivious way. That works in your early 20s when everyone's dumb and oblivious. It stops working when you're over 30 though. Unless you go for very young girls, which gets a little creepy the older you get. Then again this is the guy who was sleeping with a 15 year old when he was 25, even AFTER he found out how old she was (this was in Japan).

So Rich is the guy I talked about before who just wants me to go see his band play. But they just play in crappy creepy dives. Every time they have a show I get a barrage of texts from his dumb ass.

Rich: So are you coming tonight?
Me: I said no.
Rich: Can't your sister drive you?
Me: No, she's in Chicago. Anyway no.
Rich: I just asked a friend who lives near you and he said he'll drive you.
Me: That's okay.
Rich: But I want to c u
Me: I SAID that's okay.
Rich: Don't you want to see me play?
Me: I don't want to get stuck somewhere by myself for hours with people I don't know and be unable to leave.
Rich: Okay.

I was kind of surprised he gave up relatively easily. As soon as he DID give up I suddenly felt guilty like I should go see his dumb ass play drums for hours in some god forsaken casino. I mean he works hard at his career and he wants to show me his accomplishments.

Then I remembered that he would never do the same for me. So no.

jet-lagged and its messing me up. You know something's wrong when I'm waking up before 7am. That's the time I go to sleep, people!

I'm trying to be a housewife and cook and stuff for my dad. I think he's misguided in his vegan diet. He buys soy substitutes and they may be dairy-free, but they're processed to within an inch of their lives. Processed food is just never good.

Plus we went crazy and bought so much stuff at the grocery store, so now I have to figure out how to cook everything before it goes bad. When we went to the kosher market down the road, my dad said "don't be freaked out at how crowded and pushy everyone is." I thought "do you know where i've been living for the last seven years?"

Ate a fish burrito today and my dad had a steak one (he's allowed to be bad one day a week, plus he was celebrating because he passed his test). It was good.

He's a drummer, he's really into drums. And he unfortunately loves 80s stadium rock. LOVES it. "You're coming to my show on Saturday," he said to me. I hate guys that do that. Anyways his band is a little lame, and I wanted to see what my dad and sister were up to first.

Then he said, "I'm sure your dad will let you go if you tell him my band's supporting The Tubes!"

First of all, I'm 28 years old, I don't need PERMISSION from my father. Second of all, The Tubes!? Actually that's kind of funny/cool. I might have to go after all.

Dancer Girl's girlfriend M-Girl was performing today.

The words Sadist and Masochist have been adopted and distorted into the Japanese vernacular. They've been abbreviated to S and M, and it doesn't refer to a sexual fetish. It refers to whether you are passive or aggressive or enjoy being controlled or enjoy controlling.

M-Girl is just ridiculously M. If a man treats her badly she feels like she's been given a dozen roses.

Anyway, she had broken her toe so she was cut from almost everything, poor girl. She was amazing though, she looks so confident and on fire on stage. Too bad she's a disaster in real life. She's always doing things like injuring herself before big performances or auditions. The god of dancing doesn't protect our M-Girl.

I am just so woefully behind on my day time work. It's ridiculous.

Neon (customer with throat cancer) wants me to go with him to the hospital tomorrow. He really actually wants me to hold his hand. I've decided that I'll go with him, because I do like him and I am worried. I'd better get at least an expensive watch out of this. I'll accept expensive jewelry too.

He hasn't even told his long suffering and neglected wife that he's sick. He spills his guts out to me and wants me to hold his hand while the doctor tests him for cancer, but he won't even talk to his own wife. He says he won't even sleep with her.

Well the joke's on him because she gets access to all his money, plus he's never home (morning, noon OR night) so she gets freedom too. She's absolutely refusing to divorce him.

The joke's probably on me too. WTF am I doing, going to the hospital with him when I have a million other things I could be doing. Sleeping is at the top of the list.

The customer who suddenly stopped coming in because he was undergoing tests for cancer sauntered into the club last night! His flashy taxi driver once said to him, "You love the neon lights of the night," so I'm naming him Neon.

He was staggering around looking pretty drunk already. I was so happy to see him, relieved that he looked okay, and then angry that he was obviously still living his life unhealthily despite his illness.

He said he has some tumor in his throat and he has to go in to the hospital next week. He's scared to go, and he doesn't want to go. "I have work, I'm busy."

He's kind of scared and for once in his selfish and decadent life, he's stopping to think about his life. I checked his lifeline (I always check all the customer's palms, plus I check their facial features, you can tell a lot about a person). It's not long, but it's not short either. It's also strong and deep right to the end, which means he won't die of a prolonged illness.

Actually, my lifeline's strong to the end too, but it's the shortest life line I've ever seen. I might die tomorrow!

Yesterday was a beautiful national holiday, and I wasted it with a hangover. I hate myself.

And I have a few mystery bruises. The most mysterious is the one on my forehead.

I remember having the worst hangover of my life when I was 19 or something and swearing to god that I would never ever drink another drop of alcohol again. Ha!

I did drag myself out of the house to meet Cookie for an early dinner. She wanted to check out some restaurant that she heard about on mixi (Japanese myspace type thing). I managed to down two or three bites before feeling like I'd die, but it was worth it to get out of the house and to move my body around a little bit. I hadn't seen her in a long time, she kind of disappeared from the club and is focusing more on her actual day time career. "Have you lost weight?" she asked me. To which I replied no, I was just wasted.

Back in the day, telling me I looked thinner just made my day. These days I feel like it's a euphemism for saying I look older and more tired. Does this mean that I'm officially old?

What a dumb ho. She works for him, so she should know that he sleeps with EVERYONE. And she obviously is sleeping with him, and is getting hurt and upset because she's expecting much more than she's ever gonna get.

Don't ever break the first rule of casual sex. Keep it casual!

And protect yourself -- emotionally and latex-wise.

Let's keep it fun, y'all.

I just had a very interesting morning with Slugger. He tried to explain his reasons for cheating on his girlfriend, who he actually really loves. And that relationship is a lot more real and strong than I had assumed.

I'm quite sure that I use boys and bars and boys in bars as a way to relieve stress from work. When I get off at 5am having spent the last eight hours agreeing with and praising unworthy customers, I would pretty much give my right arm to talk about myself for an hour or two so I can go to sleep happy. Or at least talk to someone in a normal way. Unfortunately most normal people are sleeping, so I usually end up hanging with a bartender somewhere. Oh my god, that sounded so sad.

Slugger has been kind of a fun guy to hang with and he's also a lot of fun to sleep with. We never really had any serious conversations, but today we kind of did. Which always seems to mess things up a little.

I couldn't really have an open and honest conversation with my boyfriend (if I ever get one) about why he cheats, or even why guys in general would hypothetically cheat. That would immediately turn into a screaming fight disaster. So it was pretty cool that I could ask him "so why are you cheating on your girlfriend?" This is what he came up with:

- He loves his girlfriend, and sleeping with another girl doesn't really take away from that.
- Boys need the thrill of the chase. Unless they have something in their daily life that takes care of that hunter instinct, they really need to hunt and conquer women, or else...there's no other option apparently.
- Cheating keeps things balanced. Not only does it take care of the above hunt and conquer urge, it also makes you appreciate your girlfriend more, and makes you treat her nicer.
- He's weak and insecure, and it's a way to validate his manliness.

If any of you guys out there cheat, can you tell me if you agree with these reasons or not?

Whoa, I got a couple private messages about how I've been starry-eyed over Boxer but then slept with Slugger. Nobody was judgmental, but they were confused.

Sorry! It's not the most commendable behavior I've ever displayed. But I didn't think it was such surprising and confusing behavior.

I met the boxer a few weeks ago. You could say that I'm being really stupid and getting ahead of myself by being so into a guy that I actually don't know at all. That's possibly the more surprising and confusing behavior.

I've known Slugger for a few months. He's reliably and comfortably irresponsible and non-committal. It's cool. There is just absolutely no baggage there. Now I might be completely burned at the stake because he technically has a girlfriend. But come on. He cheats on her way too much, and she lets him. That's not a real relationship.

I suspect that it's the straight boys out there that are a little shocked/turned off by my sleeping with slugger and boxer. And the ladies probably instinctively want me to slam on the brakes a little in terms of my falling fast for boxer.

Anyway, if things get serious with boxer (and it could just be my hormones or something), and even if they don't, I'm probably not sleeping with anyone else for awhile.

Did I explain myself sufficiently?

I've been keeping men emotionally at arm's length ever since my last disastrous relationship went down in flames. But now I've got a school girl crush on Boxer. So indulge me, please! And if you're sick of this already, feel free to skip this post.

I just feel like giggling like an idiot and sleeping in his arms all day. But he works long hours and has to sleep at night. And I work long hours all night. And he lives in western Shinjuku and I live in Roppongi (that's a pretty annoying cab ride, especially at night when the rates are high, and I can't get a customer to pay that fare either. That would be an interesting conversation!).

But I like his funny Kansai accent (that he tries really hard to cover up with a Tokyo accent, but it still comes out every now and then) and it's so cute that he's short, and I even find his chain smoking endearing. Well actually maybe not so much, it's pretty stinky. But for some reason I'm okay with it at the moment. He's got funny serious-face wrinkles around his mouth, and sometimes he slumps his shoulders and looks like an old man. And it's like a ray of sunlight when I can get his serious face to smile or laugh.

I am such an idiot at the moment.

I told him that I had a really long night on Friday and took a customer out to to a freelance bar until 6am, and he said "you worked hard, good for you!" (well he said 偉い, and I'm not quite sure how to translate that). My last boyfriend was so insanely jealous and controlling, I couldn't tell him about work at all (why the HELL was I with him?). Boxer did work as a club manager for a long time, and a lot of that involved praising and encouraging the girls so they'd bring in more money. So maybe he was just going into club manager mode, who knows.

If he sticks around, I guess we'll see how cool he is with my job.

Oh god, we weren't busy, but I still finished work at 4am. It was the worst kind of night. Nobody for the first few hours so that mama sent a bunch of girls home, and then some people came in around 11pm, and then a few more came around 1am and stayed forever, and there was that much more work for me to do.