date night

So, the French lingerie advertising guy is back in HK for a week.  He got in on Wednesday and we met up that night.  I met him at his hotel, and before you go thinking that I jumped right in bed with him let me say that we met OUTSIDE his hotel.  We meandered around for a while because he let me lead the way and I just keep going straight until someone stops me or i see a donut shop...in this case he stopped me.  We popped into a jap place for some sashimi and drinks then we walked back to his hotel and had some drinks in the bar there.  HK is already getting into summer mode and he was not used to the heat, so he went up to his room to change into "something more comfortable" while I ordered drinks.  When he came back down he was wearing a sports tank top and jean shorts!!!  JORTS!!!  hahaha, i didn't even think those still existed...nevertheless would be worn by a French man...is this some sort of European trend I am unaware of?!?  If anyone knows please tell me!!  Because date to me means having drinks before fooling around we of course ended up in his hotel room and...well, fooled around.  I was going down on him and he bent forward and kissed my forehead or the top of my head...again, is this something dudes do?!?  It was all i could do to not bust out laughing wildly and choke on his dick.  Then a little after 1am I said I should probably head home since I had to work the next day and I get up at 6 because I like to get ready leisurely.  His answer to that was to fool around a little more and then, he said, "I guess you should probably get going now." Which seemed a bit abrupt to me, so I got dressed and left.  There was no real goodbye, or "call you" or "see you this weekend" I was very confused.  However, he did text me the next day and invited me over, but I was tired, and now I haven't texted back and its been two days...I'm such an asshole.  Its Rugby 7s weekend here in HK and I must say, I don't want to meet up with him because the idea of fucking a stranger has a little more appeal and him.  He is a good looking guy, he was funny enough, and our conversation was good, the bedroom stuff was nice too...but there are so many out of towners this weekend...what (who) to do.  which may be no one.  I haven't had sex since the pear-shaped guy...and i'm sure you can imagine why, that just leaves me a little sick to my stomach.  The festivities start around 1:30pm...so only time will tell!

smashed

Blackout Brunch

All you can drink brunch turned out to be a huge mistake...who could have guessed?!  7 bottles of Preseco between three people as your first meal of the day didn't turn out so well.  I ended up blacking out before I even paid the bill.  I am told that we left the restaurant around 3pm, and after sneaking away from Beck's boyfriend in a kabab shop (yes, we did go to a kabab shop directly after brunch, get over it) he put us in a cab to go back to our apartment...but oh, no, that would be far too reasonable, instead we had the cab take us to wan chai...on a Sunday ..in the middle of the day...LOW POINT.  Neither of us have any memories of this adventure, we did manage to lose each other and I ended up at home by 8pm and Becks ended up at her boyfriends.  Nothing like waking up at 2am confused as to where your last 12 hours went.  I went through my purse to look for some clues and this is what I found:

a receipt from Mrs. Fields cookies...yeah, I bought 26 cookies
one full can of beer
way more cash than I had when I went to brunch
four dried kernels of corn

Sunday is a mystery that will never be solved.  But I do have this picture!

Funky Fresh February

My challenge for February was to take a shower every day.  I really hate showering and I have been known to shower and then put back on my same clothes because they have already been worn in and are more comfortable to put on than fresh clothes.  When I was back in uni, during my last year I took a lot of sports classes and I've always worked out fairly frequently, so I had a real hard time every talking myself into showering if I was just going to be sweating and working out again in 8-12 hours.  My boyfriend at the time was not impressed by this.  So, I did make it the whole month, showering each and every day, sometimes I would just kind of rinse of my legs without taking off my panties, but that still technically counts as a shower.  Well, ok, I did skip one day, but don't judge me!!  I had a week and a half long vacation for Chinese New Year, and when you are just lounging on a couch all day it is really hard to force yourself to roll off it and drag yourself into the shower, one out of 28 isn't bad, right?

seriously, what is wrong with me?

So, I have a couple of sometimes friends, they are great, but I don't see them that often, and none of us are that bothered that we don't see each other more often.  I guess the actual term for that is an acquaintance.  Anyway, so there was a love triangle going on between the two girls who I am sometimes friends with (I like my term better) and this guy (referred to as Jack for this cartoon).  I had just met the guy earlier in the week, and while I didn't particularly find him attractive, he is funny and flirty and definitely someone I would drunk sleep with.  So, that was my mindset when I was out.  Despite the fact that I was with a totally different group of people who don't even know any of the people involved in the love triangle, I couldn't help but be out of control smashed and out of control confused while chatting with a stranger at the bar.

Now, I don't actually remember his response, but if he had any intelligence it should have gone something like this:

But, of course, I was too drunk to be aware of a response.  Eventually, I brought a guy back to my place, it could have been this guy I was talking to, or another stranger, but I'm sure it wasn't Jack, so well done me!  Then, when the guy I took back was leaving this was my horribly desperate reaction.

How much pathetic can one girl spew in one night...well, I think I win that title.

well, i brought some guy home last night, and by last night i mean 5am this morning, and as he was leaving and i was getting my memory and thought processing skills back i realized how horribly pear-shaped he was...if that isn't a metaphor for my life, i don't know what is.