I think I might fancy someone.

 

She works at the celeb haunt club that I dive into every now and then. One of the promotion managers works with a gorgeous blonde with a great body, about 21. I met her in the bar over the road from said club, and have spotted her in a couple of other places. She told me her name, but typically I can’t remember. I got a kiss on the cheek last time I saw her, so she’s not stone cold.

My initial feelings whenever I meet someone is that she’s probably not interested, so I don’t bother finding out in case I get humiliated. Then I end up humiliating myself through lack of action. I’m going to go in for the kill and ask for her number, or maybe Facebook, or Twitter. Make it a little different. But I’m going to try specifically with her. Could do with finding out what her name is.

I put an event up for Friday, a night out to the celeb haunt, but I only got 1 RSVP and he looked like a weirdo. He backed out at the last minute. AA said he might come, then he changed his mind too. Shit. It’s easier to get people to come out midweek than it is to get them out at the weekend.

Added to this complication, my arse is still utterly pungent. No matter how much I swap food around and try different things, I can’t stop farting. It’s this that makes me nervous about talking to women, not so much learning difficulties or the like. I may need to go to my doctor about this too. I’m getting tired of embarrassing conversations with GPs and other people, but I guess they must continue.

I wish people would bring ID with them.

 

FOR FUCK’S SAKE. BRING PHOTO ID. Otherwise, you’re not getting into Genting, you’re not getting into LIV, you’re not getting into any karaoke bars and you’re not getting into Birdcage. It’s a standard thing. ALWAYS fucking bring it out.

Tired of organising nights out and people coming out then having to go because they aren’t prepared. Piss take.

As for myself, I’m slightly braver these days. Making approaches. Town has been quiet recently- there haven’t been that many women to approach in the first place. Students are at home, and people are getting pissed during the day while it’s warm. But I’ve put some effort in. Supervisor in work also says I seem more confident, and I’ve fitted into the new position well. (I’ve just realised I’ve been there three months now.)

More stuff happening on the horizon. Will see what happens.

More People Latch On to SM Being Gay

 

I’ve mentioned a few times about a closet homosexual called SM, who’s part of a social group I attend. He knows to avoid me now. I’ve talked to a few people in the group and sometimes they seem bemused that I’d suggest he’s gay. Well, last night I got some proof.

I went out for female friend KS’ birthday. She wanted to go to some indie shithole, so me and male friend AA wandered the streets waiting for UFC to start (neither of us realised it wasn’t on for another 7 fucking days). We were talking about SM, and I told of how he’d put his hand on my leg when we’d been in the member’s bar, and how female friend RD, who’s quite close to SM, seemed bemused that I’d suggest he’s gay.

AA told me SM had given him a lift into town, and that when they’d been parked up at the lights SM had ran his hand delicately up AA’s arm. AA had to tell him to stop. And told him to get out.

So. It’s confirmed. Why SM isn’t more honest with people I don’t know, but he’s a creep either way. And how more people don’t notice I also don’t know.

Oh- AND- RA, the girl I fucked three weeks ago, finally got back in touch this week. She’s been ‘busy.’ She came out with the social group again on Friday, already drunk, and babbled incoherently at me. The gist I got was that she enjoyed our night together but she was regretful because she didn’t want to have one-night stands. Well, if you’d have responded to my text, I said, and met up with me again, it wouldn’t have been a one-night stand, would it? More incoherent babbling, then she went home.

The upside to Friday: I got out early and hung around at the meeting point bar. There was a hen do there, and one of the girls had huge tits, so I got talking to them. They grilled me about my job, etc. and they were keen to set me up with this girl. She had dark hair in a pony tail, a good arse in tight jeans, and good full boobs. We kissed but she was from miles away, so it went nowhere. But at least I made the move to talk to them.

RA sacked me off.

 

The moment I left her flat she ceased all contact. I’m still in her Facebook friends, although she doesn’t seem to have updated it and won’t respond to my message.

I went back to the celeb club Thursday just gone but there were so many people already coupled up. I found it impossible to pick anyone out to begin with. Talked to a few people here and there, but got nowhere. I was hoping I’d be on a roll. Typically, no.

I’m out Friday Saturday and Monday, so we’ll see what happens later on.

Finally pulled in the celeb club- and more!

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I arranged a night out with the online social group to go to the celeb club on Thursday night. We started in Sakana where I met RA, a girl I assumed to be Indian but I later found out was Kuwaiti. She was trying to set me up with another girl in the group, M, who I’ve been on a few nights out with. But I’m not interested.

I never saw any sign that M was interested until after RA mentioned it, then I caught her checking me out. I was polite but gave her no IOIs. The sertraline was coursing through me so I decided to take leap of faith for once. “If I was to do anything with anyone in the group, it’d be with you.”

RA was cool with this. She lives in the city centre in an EXPENSIVE apartment, so we left and I drove to a nearby NCP, then walked to hers. Her apartment and view was stunning. We talked for a bit- she’s some kind of medical professional who has had breast reduction surgery as they were hurting her back. She left a good cup size on though. She was 21 and apparently has only had sex with 2 or 3 guys. She was good in bed, and I stayed hard, thank fuck. We didn’t bag up. She asked if I had any STDs. Then she smoked me off and I fucked her. She told me my dick is massive, and we had sex for ages. Didn’t cum as per. Decided to take a risk and told her I’m addicted to porn. She was cool with it.

Or so it seems. She hasn’t texted me back. Shame as she’s a gorgeous girl with beautiful soft skin.

Also: I’m in double figures now. I’ve shagged 10 girls. It’s just over 1 a year on average. Shit. Dunno whether that’s bad because it’s so high, so low, or just the fact that I’ve pretty much been single my whole life.