dykes everywhere!

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.

adore me

I just had a chat with two ladies about men and their lack of capability to grasp that a woman is in to them. One of them, Ozzy, is apparently trying to get a guy to understand that she want to spend some time with him without a bunch of friends loitering about. She’s not sure if he’s in to her, which complicates things a little, but me and this other girl are giving her complete opposite advice. “Call him!” “Don’t call him!” “Tell him how you feel!” “Trick him in to going with you on a non-date!” And while we’re talking and debating I realize that I’ve barely had this problem at all. The men (and women) I’ve been involved with (except for my very first boyfriend) have all adored me. They’ve looked at me with complete facination and awe. And I have played my part well in keeping up the charade. Alice – the intriguing woman.

 

And now as I’m thinking about Rocker Chick and my half-assed attempt to get her to understand that she should date me, I realize that this is the first time I’m thinking about attempting a chase where the victim in question is not already on the hook, so to speak. Althought, she did say that if she were to sleep with a girl she’d definitely sleep with me, and later the same evening her answer to my question: “So when are we gonna sleep together, ey?” was not a bothered look and an attempt to change the subject, but simply ” have my period…”

What do you think, folks? Do I have a chance?

 

hey, I AM the gay club!

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?

the lack of excitement makes me gay!

On my way home from work today I got that… you know that feeling that your chest kind of cramps up in excitement? Except I had nothing to be excited about.  The only thing I’ve got going for me right now is that I really like my job, and that my family isn’t too far away. But other than that, I have no life. See, I have no parter in crime for the first time in a long time. No boyfriend, no allies, no high school-like conviction of “It’s us against the world.” Right now it’s just me. Against the world.

Now I know you might be thinking: “Isn’t that a tad dramatical?” and truthfully, yes. Yes indeed it is! But what the hell’s a girl to do when her life bores her increadibly? I’m not asking to fall in love or anything, in fact, I’m asking to be left the hell out of those sort of emotions and arrangements, but what does a girl have to do to get some sweet ass around here? I mean, come on…

Now, the boys are so-so cute, but most of the girls here look like they’re freakin’ edible! Mmm, girls.

out on the town

So I go out to the birthdayparty of a colleague and fall in love with another one. A girl who’s fiesty,  hard-working and attractive. Somehow we ended up deciding to go to the movies tomorrow, but even though I got a slightly gay vibe from her she, not only has a boyfriend (in Australia at the moment), but I also work with her. So discretion is adviced  I guess… but she’s so cute! I just want to wrestle her down and kiss her! I blame it on the many gin & tonics combined with the lack of dinner.