Alice – In search of Wonderland

Sunday, June 29, 2008

kisses a plenty

Filed under: alcohol,life,love,party,sex — Alice @ 8:13 pm
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Curly has been out camping for almost a week, due to a bet lost by his friend, and just got back yesterday. I joined him and one of my co-workers for a night on the town. 

 

Gin & Tonics and shots all around made for a very wet night. Curly living near by made for me inviting him up. I wasn’t really planning on sleeping with him, so we just ended up sleeping in the same bed. Woke up around noon and had a make out marathon. Making out is seriously under rated. 

If Curly had been at all pushy about getting in to my panties he probably could have, but since we were already in that post coital state (without even having sex), where you can just hang out in an extremely relaxed way the tension never got that heated.

No, actually, when he was making an effort to leave it got a bit heated, but then we lost our track, talking and what not, and for some reason didn’t get as far as to banging. Now that I think about it it’s pretty weird. Maybe it’s because I’m not so hot for him really. All of this is, after all, the result of one impulsive kiss in a club…

And how will I balance this with Turtle? It’s possible that I’ve bitten of more than I can chew here… I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

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Sunday, June 22, 2008

dykes everywhere!

Filed under: chicks,gay,lesbian,life,party,tokyo — Alice @ 12:22 pm
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Back in my hometown I drag my best friend to the gayest club in town. We start of with a glass of wine each and end up spending more time sitting at a table with a bunch of very young dykes than on the dance floor. One of them is a bit cooler than the others. An etchnic chic with a piercing through her lip. She’s flirty but she keeps dissapearing. When she reappears for the umpteenth time she sits her jeaned but down next to me and, drunk as we both are we kind of fall in to a hug. I smile and tell her I’ve missed her and she kisses me on the side of my still smiling mouth. Which leads to a make-out-session. Mmm… soft lips.

If she hadn’t been living with her parents I’d follow her home (since I’m here visiting mine as well). Unfortunately we’re not in a Tokyo full of love hotels. The fact that she’s only 18 doesn’t really bother me, but I feel the need to tease her about it anyways. “Has anyone ever told you you’re insanely cute?” she asks, and no, no one has ever used that phrasing actually… And then we part ways in the night. Best friend was probably a little bit surprised, but she’s the only one I’ve told that I actually slept with a girl when I was in Tokyo… She handled herself splendidly anyways. Gotta love her.

It was a fun night, but the memory of those kisses doesn’t really reverb like the one electic kiss I shared with Curly. Not that I’m really in to him, but kissing a girl is mostly very… “…so?” Feels completely natural and not as electric, if you know what I mean… Or maybe it was just this girl.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

the secret code of handsqueezing

Filed under: life,party,sleep — Alice @ 4:43 am
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It’s five in the morning. I ended up going out with two people from work, one of which I don’t usually hang out with. After a couple of gin & tonics we were joined by yet another guy they work with whom I’ve met a couple of times before, a tall and blond guy with curly hair and a bit of an australian accent, and his friend, who had a nerdy/cute look going on.

So we find a club and go dancing, dancing, dancing, and it feels so good! Letting out all my frustration on the dance floor kind of. At one point me and Curly ar walking through the crowd and ah he’s leading the way he offers me his hands and which is not an uncommon thing to do when you don’t want to get separated, but he squeezes my hands so tight*. For some reason I squeeze his back as if my life’s depending on us getting back on the dance floor together. And there’s something about squeezing people’s hands in crowded clubs. There must be something psychological there, because you build up some sort of… I don’t really know… energy maybe?

Anyways, later on, when I find him alone in the crowd and we’re looking for our friends he gently strokes my back, almost as if by accident. And that’s the fucking universal sign (in a club) that someone really wants to make out with you! So I crane my neck to see if I can see any of our friends, and when I can’t I lean in to him and shout in his ear: “Curly, do you want a kiss?” And after an initial minor shock and a “wha?” he looks down on a spot beside me and says “Yes, please.” His curly hair is like a curtain, but I do give him a very, very sweet kiss. Kind of innocent but juicy at the same time, and it just tastes… so good! He says something about one not being enough but by then I can spot one of the others and I just give him a laugh and walk over to her as she seems to be looking for us. And that’t it.

That’s all I need to redeem my confidence. We spend the rest of the night dancing with our friends and generally having a blast, but without any more kisses or indications of the one we already shared.

 

*and let me tell you, just as I’m writing “…squeezes my hands so tight” I get a facebook message from Curly. He wants to know my number and thanks me for a lovely evening “…and that one kiss was nice”. I give it to him before I go to sleep.

I am so back in the game.

Monday, March 24, 2008

hey, I AM the gay club!

Filed under: alcohol,chicks,gay,life,party — Alice @ 10:30 pm
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Despite not going to a gay club at all, I still get some chick-action. The chick, Rocker chick, is one I’ve fooled around with before. We’ve been friends for three or so years, and I’m not sure how it started, but I think I dragged her to a club once (same one as we were in this Saturday if I remember correctly) and told her that I’d make out with her before the night was over. As I recall, it was a bit awkward since she wouldn’t stop giggling, and after one more attempt, where I kinda groped her, and her still giggling, I kinda gave it up.But this time we were doing liquorice shots all night, and when I saw she had liquorice at the corner of her mouth I couldn’t resist licking it off. And her reply was a raised eyebrow and an: “Oh, you think you can get away with that?!” And then the game was on. 

I should be ashamed of myself, taking advantage of a drunken girl like that, and had I not though she enjoyed it as much as I did, I just might have been. Besides, she’s just so tiny and cute with her rocker attitude, I swear I could just eat her up! Maybe I should invite her to come sleep… er, I mean stay with me for a weekend in my other town, and see what happens?

Sunday, March 16, 2008

“I wanna get to know you”

Filed under: alcohol,life,party — Alice @ 11:09 am
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I find a cute boy by the dancefloor that reminded me of another cute boy I once new, so i started talking to him.”Hey you wanna go someplace else where we ca talk?” he says and then follows up with, what seems like a very sincere: “I wanna get to know you.” And I get a bit annoyed. The night isn’t gonna be young forever, and if I start talking to him I might find that I don’t think he’s as cute anymore. So give him the only sensible reply I have: “Wouldn’t you rather make out?” After looking a bit bewildered for a few seconds he mumbles something about straightforwardness at which point I just grab him by the hair and kiss him, which is pretty easy since he’s sitting down and I’m standing up. (Later I discover that he infact is really tall.) Then I leave him to go find my friends and he disappears in the crowd.

 

I bump in to him later, at which point I actually sit down and talk to him, or rather listen to him talk. The boy won’t shut up! Talks about his studies and yadayadayada, blabla. And I’m sure that it might actually be interresting, but I’m kind of drunk and have an attention span of about 8 seconds. And just as I thought he got less cute when I started to “get to know him”. He finishes up with what, once again, seems to be a sincere rambling about sleeping togehther without having sex. I look at him as if he’s from outer space and decide I will definitely not take him home. The phrase: “I want to take you home and bang you sensless” would actually have been more of a turn-on here, but either way, “cute” will not get you in to my bed. He gives me his number, but I doubt I will use it, so it was probably uncool of me to take it in the first place…

Friday, March 14, 2008

but if I don’t drink – how will I have fun?

Filed under: alcohol,party — Alice @ 12:51 am
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Today.

Tomorrow.

And the day after tomorrow. 

These are the days the intake of alcohol will be higher than usual.  Especially on the day after tomorrow, since that’s the day I, myself will be holding a party… And the alcohol will be flowing.

 
But my throat is still weird. Kind of sore, but not really… Man, I hope I don’t lose my voice before my own party! 

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