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Hi all.
I decided to post this as some of you have been aware of my ups and downs and accompanying escapades, mostly detailed in the counseling sub-forum.
Thanks to a new and dear friend, I’ve had some interesting adventures involving all kinds of crazy Tokyo nightlife stuff.
I’m also using these adventures to get back to something I loved – writing.
The following story is true, only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
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I met her almost three weeks ago at my friend's new night club. I was in the VIP room with one of Marcus's top customers (guy dropped $5k in 3 hours!) having a good time. After heading out earlier Marcus comes back a bit later with this tall, BLONDE, English-speaking Japanese girl and introduces her to this guy. She sits down next to him she talks to him, talks to me, and I think, wow, she is so friendly...
Mr. VIP seems to like me a lot and wants me to have some fun to so he tells blondie to get a friend in for me. I think, ah, OK... She shows me her cellphone wallpaper and asks me what I think - it's a picture of her and her cousin. Pretty...
15 minutes later Demi walks in.
Half Japanese, half Brazilian, with the petite frame of a Japanese and the curves of a Brazilian. Just a hint of Japanese in her face. She's 25. Yowza. She sits with me and we hit it off pretty good. She starts asking me if I have a girl friend, commenting how big I am, and she gets pretty personal quickly...and I think wow, she is so friendly...
Anyway Mr. VIP (who is now completely hammered) and the rest of the room guests (blondie and a couple of friends of mine/Marcus's) head out to the dance floor
Demi and I stay and just talk and talk and talk for about three hours. I'm thinking I like this girl.
And I think she likes me.
Around now Marcus takes drunk Mr.VIP home in a cab. I chat with Demi for another hour or so and then I walk her out with her cousin. I get a nice Brazilian hug and double cheek kiss and tell her I'll see her around.
I spend the next 24 hours kicking myself I did not ask her for her number...As I think I really liked her, because she was so pretty and wow, so friendly...
But you know what's coming...what I didn't, right?
Next day in the gym I bring her up in conversation with Marcus. He says, oh yeah those girls are hostesses...
I am now sad. Was any of that for real???
I figure I won't see her again, though I hope I do...
Monday night (Tuesday was a holiday) I went out to Marcus's place. I hang out in the other VIP room with the manager and Marcus's girl while Marcus runs around between his two clubs overseeing things. Tonight it's a Brazilian dance party night. I enjoy watching the girls...
About 45 minutes later Demi walks in by herself, all bundled up against the cold. She sees me and scoots into my room and I get that great Brazilian hug and kiss thing again. She sits down and we start talking. Marcus's girl takes off and now it's just me and Demi.
About 20 minutes later my phone goes off.
I ignore it (can you blame me?).
It goes off again.
I ignore it again.
I take a look at it.
Marcus.
Demi and I keep talking. Marcus's girl comes back in and says Marcus wants me to join them at TGI Friday's next door (yes Fridays in Japan...). I tell her I will be right there. She looks at me and then Demi and smiles and leaves. So I turn back and keep talking to Demi now.
Anyway, I ask her to come with me, but she says she is waiting for her girlfriend to show up. I am thinking I don't want to lose this girl again so I give her my card. She accepts it and thanks me, but asks where is my number...do I just call and ask for you? I say no, that's my desk number. She says, "What about your mobile?"
I can never remember my own number so I pull out my iPhone and unlock it to check my number. As soon as I do Demi gets close and says, "090 9885 5555" I am slow typing her name and number in, she grabs my phone and does it herself, joking that my phone is slow. Ah OK. Coolness. This girl just very willingly, nay aggressively, gave me her number. I am happy. I SMS her iPhone so she has my number now.
As she puts my card away I think this is a good time to ask what she does, just to clarify this hostess thing. She tells me yeah she was hostessing, but quit over two months ago. She just doesn't like being nice to jerks and losers anymore. Cool - so when we were together before it wasn't "work" for her...
I ask her to come to Fridays' again - she says she might come over for dessert...
I go to Fridays. I tell Marcus I got her number. He is stunned / happy for me. Yeah. Go Hawk.
We eat.
Marcus likes to feed me.
I go back to the club. Demi is there with her friend, a tall blond 100% Brazilan girl. Demi seems really happy to see me, jokingly asks where her cake is. She is still drinking cranberry juice. She tells me to sit down between them, but there is no room. So we move to a bigger sofa and I am flanked by both of them. We talk and talk, though mostly Demi and I. We talk about ourselves, our hopes, and our dissapointments. She thinks it's great I take such good care of my daughter. This is a good thing. Her friend and her talk about my build and want to know how much I can lift, etc. These Brazilan girls seem to be much more in-tune with us bigger types. Her friend wants to know how old I am. Demi thinks I told her last time, 36? 37?. "I'll be 40 in three weeks. I'm fricken' old". They both laugh and deny this.
Demi says I am just right. She doesn't like little boys...
Soon we head to Marcus's other bar, Salsa Copacabana. It's 1AM. It's dead but we sit down and talk anyway. I ask Demi where she lives. It is real close by. I joke that I can carry them both home. In a few minutes Demi gets up and loops behind me to the dance floor and motions for me to stand up. I am confused. Does she suddenly want to dance on the empty floor? She wants me to pick her up. I do. It is nice. She is insecure about her weight (silly girls...) and says "You're shaking" I say I'm not, Though I am a bit - but it's not the weight, its what I am holding.
Damn.
I spin around in a pirouette to show my ease and put her back down gently. They both laugh.
Her cousin, Blondie, the hostess and apparently model, calls and comes in a few minutes later. She is surprised but pleased to see me and gives me a smile and then a bigger one to Demi, and then smiles at me again.
Then they start speaking in Portuguese.
It's time to go for the girls now. They are going to do some late night shopping down the street. Demi wants to know what I am doing now. I tell her I will probably see Marcus and head home. It's 1:30 now. Was she waiting for me to invite myself over? We all go outside and I get the Brazilian treatment again.
Demi reminds me I have her number now...
Well, that was fun. Real fun. I am happy.
I find Marcus and we talk. He is happy for me and tells me she is a real good girl, smart and a good person. I trust him; he steers me clear of the bad ones. 15 minutes later my iPhone goes off. There is a SMS message.
Demi.
"I am home safe now!! I am sorry to leave you alone!! Have a good night!!! (kissy face emoticon)"
That was a surprise. I didn't expect her to be thinking of me. I am Happy Hawk.
I message her back and play with language a bit to get a feel for things:
"Glad you are home nice and warm. I am still here with Marcus. Rest well sweetie and let me buy you that dessert sometime. (blushing smile emoticon)"
She messages back:
(4 thumbs up emoticons) !! (big smile) take care and enjoy your night!! (7 kissy face emoticons).
I message her the next day to see if she wants to hang out. I find out her little cold she had the night before has gotten much worse.
She had a fever all night. I ask if I can do anything, but her cousin is taking care of her. Poor kid. We text several times. She calls me a sweetie, and there are more kissy faces. I called her tonight to check on her, she sounded terrible but still tried to talk for a few minutes.
I hope to see her again soon.
Real soon, as she plans to go to Australia for 3 months this winter (ARRRGHHH!) to visit her friend and help her take care of her soon-to-be newborn.
Questions remaining:
Does she have a boyfriend (I think not....)
Does she dig me? I think so.
Could we have fun together? Most definitely.
I decided to post this as some of you have been aware of my ups and downs and accompanying escapades, mostly detailed in the counseling sub-forum.
Thanks to a new and dear friend, I’ve had some interesting adventures involving all kinds of crazy Tokyo nightlife stuff.
I’m also using these adventures to get back to something I loved – writing.
The following story is true, only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
+++++
I met her almost three weeks ago at my friend's new night club. I was in the VIP room with one of Marcus's top customers (guy dropped $5k in 3 hours!) having a good time. After heading out earlier Marcus comes back a bit later with this tall, BLONDE, English-speaking Japanese girl and introduces her to this guy. She sits down next to him she talks to him, talks to me, and I think, wow, she is so friendly...
Mr. VIP seems to like me a lot and wants me to have some fun to so he tells blondie to get a friend in for me. I think, ah, OK... She shows me her cellphone wallpaper and asks me what I think - it's a picture of her and her cousin. Pretty...
15 minutes later Demi walks in.
Half Japanese, half Brazilian, with the petite frame of a Japanese and the curves of a Brazilian. Just a hint of Japanese in her face. She's 25. Yowza. She sits with me and we hit it off pretty good. She starts asking me if I have a girl friend, commenting how big I am, and she gets pretty personal quickly...and I think wow, she is so friendly...
Anyway Mr. VIP (who is now completely hammered) and the rest of the room guests (blondie and a couple of friends of mine/Marcus's) head out to the dance floor
Demi and I stay and just talk and talk and talk for about three hours. I'm thinking I like this girl.
And I think she likes me.
Around now Marcus takes drunk Mr.VIP home in a cab. I chat with Demi for another hour or so and then I walk her out with her cousin. I get a nice Brazilian hug and double cheek kiss and tell her I'll see her around.
I spend the next 24 hours kicking myself I did not ask her for her number...As I think I really liked her, because she was so pretty and wow, so friendly...
But you know what's coming...what I didn't, right?
Next day in the gym I bring her up in conversation with Marcus. He says, oh yeah those girls are hostesses...
I am now sad. Was any of that for real???
I figure I won't see her again, though I hope I do...
Monday night (Tuesday was a holiday) I went out to Marcus's place. I hang out in the other VIP room with the manager and Marcus's girl while Marcus runs around between his two clubs overseeing things. Tonight it's a Brazilian dance party night. I enjoy watching the girls...
About 45 minutes later Demi walks in by herself, all bundled up against the cold. She sees me and scoots into my room and I get that great Brazilian hug and kiss thing again. She sits down and we start talking. Marcus's girl takes off and now it's just me and Demi.
About 20 minutes later my phone goes off.
I ignore it (can you blame me?).
It goes off again.
I ignore it again.
I take a look at it.
Marcus.
Demi and I keep talking. Marcus's girl comes back in and says Marcus wants me to join them at TGI Friday's next door (yes Fridays in Japan...). I tell her I will be right there. She looks at me and then Demi and smiles and leaves. So I turn back and keep talking to Demi now.
Anyway, I ask her to come with me, but she says she is waiting for her girlfriend to show up. I am thinking I don't want to lose this girl again so I give her my card. She accepts it and thanks me, but asks where is my number...do I just call and ask for you? I say no, that's my desk number. She says, "What about your mobile?"
I can never remember my own number so I pull out my iPhone and unlock it to check my number. As soon as I do Demi gets close and says, "090 9885 5555" I am slow typing her name and number in, she grabs my phone and does it herself, joking that my phone is slow. Ah OK. Coolness. This girl just very willingly, nay aggressively, gave me her number. I am happy. I SMS her iPhone so she has my number now.
As she puts my card away I think this is a good time to ask what she does, just to clarify this hostess thing. She tells me yeah she was hostessing, but quit over two months ago. She just doesn't like being nice to jerks and losers anymore. Cool - so when we were together before it wasn't "work" for her...
I ask her to come to Fridays' again - she says she might come over for dessert...
I go to Fridays. I tell Marcus I got her number. He is stunned / happy for me. Yeah. Go Hawk.
We eat.
Marcus likes to feed me.
I go back to the club. Demi is there with her friend, a tall blond 100% Brazilan girl. Demi seems really happy to see me, jokingly asks where her cake is. She is still drinking cranberry juice. She tells me to sit down between them, but there is no room. So we move to a bigger sofa and I am flanked by both of them. We talk and talk, though mostly Demi and I. We talk about ourselves, our hopes, and our dissapointments. She thinks it's great I take such good care of my daughter. This is a good thing. Her friend and her talk about my build and want to know how much I can lift, etc. These Brazilan girls seem to be much more in-tune with us bigger types. Her friend wants to know how old I am. Demi thinks I told her last time, 36? 37?. "I'll be 40 in three weeks. I'm fricken' old". They both laugh and deny this.
Demi says I am just right. She doesn't like little boys...
Soon we head to Marcus's other bar, Salsa Copacabana. It's 1AM. It's dead but we sit down and talk anyway. I ask Demi where she lives. It is real close by. I joke that I can carry them both home. In a few minutes Demi gets up and loops behind me to the dance floor and motions for me to stand up. I am confused. Does she suddenly want to dance on the empty floor? She wants me to pick her up. I do. It is nice. She is insecure about her weight (silly girls...) and says "You're shaking" I say I'm not, Though I am a bit - but it's not the weight, its what I am holding.
Damn.
I spin around in a pirouette to show my ease and put her back down gently. They both laugh.
Her cousin, Blondie, the hostess and apparently model, calls and comes in a few minutes later. She is surprised but pleased to see me and gives me a smile and then a bigger one to Demi, and then smiles at me again.
Then they start speaking in Portuguese.
It's time to go for the girls now. They are going to do some late night shopping down the street. Demi wants to know what I am doing now. I tell her I will probably see Marcus and head home. It's 1:30 now. Was she waiting for me to invite myself over? We all go outside and I get the Brazilian treatment again.
Demi reminds me I have her number now...
Well, that was fun. Real fun. I am happy.
I find Marcus and we talk. He is happy for me and tells me she is a real good girl, smart and a good person. I trust him; he steers me clear of the bad ones. 15 minutes later my iPhone goes off. There is a SMS message.
Demi.
"I am home safe now!! I am sorry to leave you alone!! Have a good night!!! (kissy face emoticon)"
That was a surprise. I didn't expect her to be thinking of me. I am Happy Hawk.
I message her back and play with language a bit to get a feel for things:
"Glad you are home nice and warm. I am still here with Marcus. Rest well sweetie and let me buy you that dessert sometime. (blushing smile emoticon)"
She messages back:
(4 thumbs up emoticons) !! (big smile) take care and enjoy your night!! (7 kissy face emoticons).
I message her the next day to see if she wants to hang out. I find out her little cold she had the night before has gotten much worse.
She had a fever all night. I ask if I can do anything, but her cousin is taking care of her. Poor kid. We text several times. She calls me a sweetie, and there are more kissy faces. I called her tonight to check on her, she sounded terrible but still tried to talk for a few minutes.
I hope to see her again soon.
Real soon, as she plans to go to Australia for 3 months this winter (ARRRGHHH!) to visit her friend and help her take care of her soon-to-be newborn.
Questions remaining:
Does she have a boyfriend (I think not....)
Does she dig me? I think so.
Could we have fun together? Most definitely.
