MR. nice guy....
I've been using all this Madonna rider stuff to chat up girls... Of course I always end up with the drunken sad ones. The ones that float along the edge of some bar or club. Drunken wallflowers. Not the smart coffee fueled connected, happy out going one's that I meet, scarcely in the daylight. This morning a very drunk Korean girl sleeps ( in between vomiting.. she seems to have stopped now ) on my couch.
I felt for her instantly. She walked into to the 2 Parrots and asked for 5 Tequilas. The bar staff took one look at her demeanor and super skinny frame and said no. Three shots max. And....as she downed them.... we talked. ( of course she's cute... long and skinny like all Korean girls I've ever met. ) After the three shots she opened up to me..... They always do, I comfort women. I'm impossible at seduction. But, comfort..... I can do comfort like no guy I know.
I used to think it might lead somewhere... That one day I might comfort some woman into my bed. but it never does. ( that's not true... it did and my heart paid for it up until last year... 12 years later. )
She left the bar and headed up the street to the cabaret district. Where the bars stay open til 3 am. So, after I payed my bill. I went after her. I guess I was concerned. To see a girl who's maybe 100 pounds soaking wet slam three Tequilas and a Caesar. And then stagger out to get even more shit faced. And, sadly..... at the big ugly pick up bar where I know guys will resort to rophies to get a date.
By the time I passed the line up it was last call. And there she was at the back of the room downing more Spicy Caesars. So, I thought I should try to chat her through her drunkenness. But, as we all know Asian women when they drink... they jump into the bottle and fall straight, Career drinking... all the way to the bottom.
She's a single child. Who's 28 and between love, dreams, and desires. Full of angst and self shame over not knowing what she wants to do. ( Lawyer, Doctor, big business woman ) that will keep her parents happy. And worse yet... at age 28 she's single... which for an asian girl with no high powered career goals in sight. Well, you might as well drink yourself to death.
I told her to stop living for other people. Be selfish and figure out your self. And we hit it off after our original icy conversation in the 2 Parrots. We exchanged numbers... and I told her I'd try to get her into the Madonna Concert. Which is when I learnt she'd never even seen a big rock concert before... Except for some boy band when she was much younger, at the commodore ballroom
Sarah offered to drive me home... but, she was in no way or state to drive. Let alone walk convincingly. Oddly enough her car was parked right outside my little warehouse apartment. So, I asked her to come chill out for a while... cool off before heading home. Once she got into my place she went to the bathroom and promptly, and voilently brought up all the Caesars and tequila that she'd been downing all night.
She's sleeping on the couch as I write this... It's funny... all the young women in my life remind me of my sad sister. Or my hurt Niece. I can't take advantage. Because well, I just can't.
I care far more than I can ever be sexually tactical about moments like this....I care about this young woman. And, I know because her cell phone was ringing off the wall that someone else does too. I'd hate myself if anything happened to her. So, I covered her up with my mom's quilt. And I'm letting her sleep it all off here in my living room.
Because I'm the good guy... I know no other existence. I still deeply envy the player guys...they can just work this to their advantage. Get what a part of me deep inside desires.
I mean she's Korean. I love korean girls, of all the asian women out there. They're really the most lovely looking to me. That cute mix between Japanese quiteness, chinese poise and vietnamese nyph like slenderness. Plus, She has those Lucy Lu - like freckles that play out across the bridge of her nose that make her so exotic looking. And, with all the numerous abandoned career paths she's taken and been ashamed of.... she's really quite smart. Even drunk and sick she tried to tell me about economic theories about the banking collapse down south and a socailist fair lending bank. I think she knows her true desire or direction. She just doesn't think it's something she can hold her head high up about.
She even seems nice ( but, that could be the liquor talking.. For all I know, she might be very icy or distant.... to hide a super shyness when sober. ) She was all apologies for all the vomiting and now she's.... passed out on my sofa.
I hope to sleep soon. But, I might have to get her home..
where ever that is....
I've been using all this Madonna rider stuff to chat up girls... Of course I always end up with the drunken sad ones. The ones that float along the edge of some bar or club. Drunken wallflowers. Not the smart coffee fueled connected, happy out going one's that I meet, scarcely in the daylight. This morning a very drunk Korean girl sleeps ( in between vomiting.. she seems to have stopped now ) on my couch.
I felt for her instantly. She walked into to the 2 Parrots and asked for 5 Tequilas. The bar staff took one look at her demeanor and super skinny frame and said no. Three shots max. And....as she downed them.... we talked. ( of course she's cute... long and skinny like all Korean girls I've ever met. ) After the three shots she opened up to me..... They always do, I comfort women. I'm impossible at seduction. But, comfort..... I can do comfort like no guy I know.
I used to think it might lead somewhere... That one day I might comfort some woman into my bed. but it never does. ( that's not true... it did and my heart paid for it up until last year... 12 years later. )
She left the bar and headed up the street to the cabaret district. Where the bars stay open til 3 am. So, after I payed my bill. I went after her. I guess I was concerned. To see a girl who's maybe 100 pounds soaking wet slam three Tequilas and a Caesar. And then stagger out to get even more shit faced. And, sadly..... at the big ugly pick up bar where I know guys will resort to rophies to get a date.
By the time I passed the line up it was last call. And there she was at the back of the room downing more Spicy Caesars. So, I thought I should try to chat her through her drunkenness. But, as we all know Asian women when they drink... they jump into the bottle and fall straight, Career drinking... all the way to the bottom.
She's a single child. Who's 28 and between love, dreams, and desires. Full of angst and self shame over not knowing what she wants to do. ( Lawyer, Doctor, big business woman ) that will keep her parents happy. And worse yet... at age 28 she's single... which for an asian girl with no high powered career goals in sight. Well, you might as well drink yourself to death.
I told her to stop living for other people. Be selfish and figure out your self. And we hit it off after our original icy conversation in the 2 Parrots. We exchanged numbers... and I told her I'd try to get her into the Madonna Concert. Which is when I learnt she'd never even seen a big rock concert before... Except for some boy band when she was much younger, at the commodore ballroom
Sarah offered to drive me home... but, she was in no way or state to drive. Let alone walk convincingly. Oddly enough her car was parked right outside my little warehouse apartment. So, I asked her to come chill out for a while... cool off before heading home. Once she got into my place she went to the bathroom and promptly, and voilently brought up all the Caesars and tequila that she'd been downing all night.
She's sleeping on the couch as I write this... It's funny... all the young women in my life remind me of my sad sister. Or my hurt Niece. I can't take advantage. Because well, I just can't.
I care far more than I can ever be sexually tactical about moments like this....I care about this young woman. And, I know because her cell phone was ringing off the wall that someone else does too. I'd hate myself if anything happened to her. So, I covered her up with my mom's quilt. And I'm letting her sleep it all off here in my living room.
Because I'm the good guy... I know no other existence. I still deeply envy the player guys...they can just work this to their advantage. Get what a part of me deep inside desires.
I mean she's Korean. I love korean girls, of all the asian women out there. They're really the most lovely looking to me. That cute mix between Japanese quiteness, chinese poise and vietnamese nyph like slenderness. Plus, She has those Lucy Lu - like freckles that play out across the bridge of her nose that make her so exotic looking. And, with all the numerous abandoned career paths she's taken and been ashamed of.... she's really quite smart. Even drunk and sick she tried to tell me about economic theories about the banking collapse down south and a socailist fair lending bank. I think she knows her true desire or direction. She just doesn't think it's something she can hold her head high up about.
She even seems nice ( but, that could be the liquor talking.. For all I know, she might be very icy or distant.... to hide a super shyness when sober. ) She was all apologies for all the vomiting and now she's.... passed out on my sofa.
I hope to sleep soon. But, I might have to get her home..
where ever that is....
bill_the_cat:
It's not that I don't care about the Canadian debate, it's just that I already know where my vote's going. On the other hand the way the US election goes will determine a much of the way the future of this country looks.
jule:
Thanks. 