Or at least, the fun bits, anyway.
Gosh, it's been so long since the last post! And it was mine as well.
So yes, as the title suggests, this post is all about the year of yours truly, up to this point, in review. Why? Well because the last one was one mess after another, and it'd be nice to know this year is at least moving towards me in a better mood. Why exactly was my last year so bad, you might ask? After all, what was all that in my last blog post, if not sweet things?
Well, try being less than a week from the final test that'll get you into the career you've been fighting bureaucracy, administrative fuck-ups, and power-tripping idiots in charge of your file to get into, only to be told that 1) your girlfriend is dead. 2) Due to the way things were (her being the only one who knew how to contact you), you had no way of knowing, so missed the funeral. 3) Then finding out a couple of months down the line she'd planned to propose sometime in the future after said career was all set into motion.
I couldn't do it. Saying it felt like my spirit had been shattered into a thousand pieces doesn't seem to cut it. So my application was closed down and I had to take a crappy job in a home insurance call centre, earning crap money, listening to people whining on the phone all day, most of whom only do so because you're telling them what's spelled out in the policy wording that they didn't bother to read. Sorry, but if you're paying for something, you should at least educate yourself on what you're paying for. It saves you getting all angry, and me having to take time out of my day to tell you what you should already know. Idiots....
So I plodded on through the rest of the year, distracting myself in order to avoid entertaining a nervous breakdown, among other things, and hoping for a second chance.
So let's get to the good part. This so-called review.
1) Starting the New Year with a "bang!"
By the time new year rolled around, I was sober enough to maybe do some socialising. A friend of mine suggested we go out to the next town (the one I live in has a terrible nightlife, see last blog post) and see the new year in at a nightclub. having been to this club with other friends a few years before, I was all too happy. As a bonus, he'd arranged a pair of rooms at a small, cheap hotel literally 50 yards from the clubs front door. Better! The downsides? Said friend has a history of going to nightclubs and sitting in the corner all night, doing nothing. Bu wait! He's going with this girl he met just that day, so he's totally going to dance with her, he says. Okay...whatever. I'm going anyway!
So after checking into the hotel, dumping my coat and taking all I needed for the night with me (the room was actually nice. It seems almost every 'single' room has a double bed now....), we hang out in a small bar waiting for the club to open at 10pm. To keep this short, as there's plenty of stuff left yet, we meet his friends, exchange greetings, etc. We get ourselves a seating area at the side of the dancefloor and get settled. It's not long before I make my first loo break, but also get a little warm due to the shirt/t-shirt combo I'm wearing, so I take said shirt off, hand it to my friend to watch, and bugger off. I come back to find some friends of his friends have joined us, one of whom has taken my shirt and decided to put it on for herself. Thanks, pal, but whatever. It's funny. Time wears on, booze flows aplenty, and we're all dancing around the table, and attracting a few other strays into the group somehow. The aforementioned friend of mine is practically having his arm pulled on by his ladyfriend to get him onto the dancefloor with her. he's not moving. So I (shoutingly, naturally. It's a nightclub) tell her it's no use, before trying to ahve a go at him myself, to no avail. Whatever. His loss.
Midnight rolls in, they smoosh. Despite the numerous members of the fairer sex being present, none do the same for me. Damn.... Then at some point, my friend disappears unannounced, leaving me baffled and his friend confused and slightly offended (long story short, she catches him texting 'someone else' later, and dumps him. Naughty)
So I get onto the floor and start shaking myself in some manner of vague dancing motion on this stage at the top end. because the main floor was getting crowded and humid as hell. I spend most of the night shouting "Happy New Year!" to strangers, dancing with many for a good while, getting photos taken with them by the club photographer (they now drift around said clubs facebook page. Oh dear....), and generally having a good time. Also, upon a brief return to the group to see if I could get my shirt back, please, I take off my t-shirt to a chorus of clapping hands and chanted "offs." Well, who am I to say no to a group of young women? That'd be rude.... So I oblige for about 10 seconds, and still don't get my shirt back.
About an hour until closing time (It closed at 3:30am) I get my shirt back (she was going to give it back to me anyway, so at least there's that), and am now pretty much on my own. Or I already had been, so whatever. I realise I'd not had anything since before midnight, and was actually sobering up. So I nip across the dancefloor, weave and half dance my way through the crowd and make it to the bar, stuck behind about four people across its length. perfect....
Someone taps me on the shoulder, and I see this really attractive young lady smiling back at me. And, shock and horror! not wearing a dress several sizes too small, but actually really nicely dressed. She's either there to ask me to take a photo of her and some unseen friend (though that could be my tired, drunken mind not seeing everything), get a drink for her since I'm at the bar and could nudge my way in, or wish em happy new year, as almost everyone had done by then, it seemed. Nope, instead, after having to practically scream in my ear if I'd like to dance with her, she leads me onto the floor and we start going. And quite hands-on too, I might add. Awesome! It's been so long since I've had a partner to go dancing like this with. Now apparently she had seen what had happened to my shirt earlier (hard not to, given it's bright blue and white), and decides to take it off of me and wear it herself. So we get things on and have a good time, between being nudged and bumped into, before the lights go up.
My heart sank, naturally. It'd been a pretty sweet night, and as any of you readers who go to/did go to clubs will know, it always sucks when it ends and it's time to leave. Before I get the chance to say my inevitable goodbyes and thank yous for the dance, she takes my hand and leads me to the queue for people getting their coats back. She asks me, as you often do when stuck in a seemingly unmoving line, where I was from, now we can hear each other speak. So I filled her in on where I was from, and fumblingly told her I didn't actually have a coat to pick up, thinking that's why she'd dragged me along (I'm really not the type to pick up in clubs. Honestly.), and told her it was back in the hotel, handily just outside the club. So we stick together and finally get her coat back. She meets up with some friends at the door, leaving me feeling a bit awkward as she whispers something to one of them before coming back to me and asking me if I'd like to take her back to the hotel with me with an all too obvious "You'd be retarded to say no, and you'd not get your shirt back either." look.
So we did. And despite being worn out from the night...morning...whatever, and being 3:30am, we had some awesome sex. As good and rough as it can be in that state. (Oh come on, I'm not going into detail for a long post like this!) Morning rolls around and we get up, give each other verbals shoulder pats, nurse sore spots, and make use of the room's shower, free tea and coffee on the table, before heading to the lobby to meet up with my friend for checking out and car ride home. We decided we'd both just leave it at that (she lives in another town out of the opposite side of the city anyway.), not bother with number exchanging or names, as it seemed, and went seperate ways.
My friend then told me the thing with his ladyfriend crashed and burned, and told me why. I gave him my condolences, but I think the look on my face and tone of my voice said it all. I was all too happy to fill him in about my night on the drive home.
So...yeah. 2013 was off to a pretty good start. 10/10.
2) My second chance!
Yep, I got it! A second chance to get my desired career and get out of my current dead-end call centre job! Okay, I had to go through the medical, fitness tests and interview again, but hey, I'll do it if it gets me what I want!
So I do. Medical comes up fine. My body is still in good nick, everything works as it should, I prove myself actually willing and able to go for the job, and blow the fitness test away over the space of three months.
And it's about time. But really, do I have to tell you about my time in high school? A period of my life now 9 years ago where I did nothing but go to school?
Fine, whatever. 7/10, but only because it's not over yet.
3) There's a second time for everything, I guess....
So in preparation for said career, I need to get fit. So i go to the gym as often as my terrible job allows. (36 hours a week between monday and sunday, with shifts of 6-9 hours between 8am and 9pm ><) So I head for the gym one day and get on with things. I'm in there, minding my own business, working my way from the weights room, back to the cardio area to do some push-ups, sit-ups, and go on a few machines, when I catch a glimpse of an oddly familiar face that I'd not seen since NYE. But she's not even from around here. And if she's in the area, why's she at the gym, of all places?
So after trying to convince myself I must be wrong, and giving her a look over from behind, I go over and see her face just in time to say "Hi" knowing it actually is her. Holy crap! Awesome! But wait! We'd decided not to do anything. it wasn't meant to go any further! Should I be speaking with her?
Well whatever unspoken rule exists for this, it didn't matter here. She was happy enough to start talking with me, even if we didn't have a lot to say. So I hop on the neighbouring machine and get to work. it was a cross trainer, so it was easy enough to make small talk and find out she was in town seeing some friends, and was staying with them for a couple of days. Etc, etc. I feel like I'm rambling here.
To cut the story short, she asked if I was going to be much longer. I wasn't, so she asked me to let her know when I was done. So I head off, finish up what I was planning to do, and did as she asked. We head off to get changed and I met her back at the front door.
We set off back into town and I decided to ask her if we should go grab lunch or something. She declined, but told me she was going back to the friend's flat for lunch, and asked if I'd like to come along? Sure, why not?
Then she pulls out her phone and makes a call to someone who must have either been there on NYE, or who otherwise knows, since her conversation generally ran along the lines of meeting "That guy she met on NYE." telling them we're going back to the flat for lunch and asking, more interestingly, if they were going to be there for the next little while.
What happened next? Well there was no lunch, but things got eaten. *wink wink* But not before I got treated to a sexy naked massage, followed by plenty of sex. Noisy sex, too, I might add. And all without the fog of alcohol this time around. Yes please!
So we go through the usual routine of getting showered up and changed. We exchange names this time, but remain strictly a one-off thing, despite everything that just happened. Eh, fair enough. We got to have sex.
So another good day, with a chance meeting you rarely get to have. 10/10. Because....
4) Burning up the dancefloor!
So it was a call from my friend again, asking if I'd like to go back out clubbing again, just in a different club right next door to the one from NYE. Okay, sure. Why not? He sets up the rooms again and we go through. By now, I'm wondering why he's bothering, and even bet him (sadly no money was laid down) that he wouldn't dance. He tells me he will this time (He didn't.), and I ask him what's going on. He tells me he's met someone else and her and some friends are coming out with us.
Now I know it's going to be the same as last time. And it was. But better. Okay...not really. But fun no less. We get to the club at 11pm this time, after being at a small bar where I'd downed 6 watered-down vodka/colas and barely felt an effect, and find a seat before we get some stronger drinks.
I looked at the dancefloor and was surprised to see nobody was there, even after 11pm. The hell? it's friday night! Screw this. So I tell my friend to mind my drink, not as if he was going anywhere, and get onto the dancefloor. I start shaking things around and shuffling about the space, drawing looks from...pretty much everyone there. But I don't care. As someone once told me, and I agree, it's usually better to look like you're making a fool of yourself and laughing about it, than actually trying to dance like a pro, in a nightclub. Though mileage varies. Coming onto the floor, picking the guy up, spinning him around and putting him (me) back down, is not cool, as some mug found out when security hauled him off the floor for it. Hah!
By now I'm getting warm and drawing attention to myself, seeing someone pointing an iphone at me, clearly snapping photos and/or recording footage. But whatever, I've at least had the balls to push my discomfort back a bit, get up and make an effort, rather than sitting about looking awkward than the other people milling awkwardly about. Of course, my credibility didn't get any better when I stuck my tongue out at the guy and gave him the Vs for his cheek.
Getting warm as it was, I head to the loo, go back to my friend still in his seat, remove my shirt, and down the last of my drink, before getting back onto the (still empty) floor. Finally, as if I had enacted some manner of charm or ritual with my strange movements, people start coming onto the floor, a group of people gladly joining me. And then more, and more and more. I felt awesome! And though my friend thought it was funny, he never came on to join me.
This night, unlike NYE, there were no hookups. Though as if to make up for it, I instead found myself getting my ass pinched by a lot of random people. Women, thankfully. So at least I know I'm not attracting the wrong attention. A bit rude, yes, but eh, we're all there to have a good time, so I took it in good humour and carried on. Stranger of all, however, is the amount of people coming up to me with cameras and, rather than asking me to take pictures of them and their friends, were handing the cameras to their friends, throwing an arm over my shoulder or whatever, and getting pictures taken with me. I have no idea why. Maybe they saw me at the start and thought it'd be fun? Or something else? I dunno. I counted about a dozen incidents, and not once did they then just go after someone else and repeat the process. And no, it wasn't to steal anything from my pockets either. Everything was there when I left.
Oh, and there was a sombrero doing the rounds too.
At some point, my friend's friends showed up, having been in early enough to see me on my own. Laughs all around when I finally made my way to them to make introductions and down some manner of shot in a plastic tube. Okay.... Then it was off to the loo again. I found my friend waiting outside, telling me he was leaving. Apparently his new friends had told him they were going out for a smoke and to do some coke.
"Really?" I think. "Doesn't one of them have a kid? I'm pretty sure they're messing with you."
"Regardless, off he goes. At least he took my shirt back, since I'd left it on the seat. So I get back onto the floor, working my way around, going up on this little podium thing a few times, and having a good time. Then his friends find me and ask what had happened. Since I didn't know what was really true or not, I just shrugged and told them he'd gotten bored and went back to the hotel. Sorry pal, but even if it were true, just tell them that you're leaving, at least.
So they decide to stick with me for the rest of the, actually short-lived, night. Though I was stuck with them, since the one he'd met earlier was dragging me about by the hand. Apparently she thought I was a crazy dancer and a really nice guy. Well, why wouldn't I be? 2am rolled around and it was closing time. I found myself waiting in the queue with them, helping stop some arrogant pricks pushing ahead, before finally getting out, a hug goodbye, and back to the hotel by myself.
9/10 Since I got to prove the theory on looking silly while having a good time, rather than sidling up to people looking like a perv, usually attracts people to you, be it to join you in some manner of jig, take photos with you for no good reason, or pinch your bum.
5) New York!
The title says it all, really. I took a trip, by myself, to new York for seven nights. After all, I have a job, money, and am in a situation that, though not wholly desirable for various reasons, allows me to build up a nice amount of savings. Sweet!
So I headed off! And two flights later, I was there. Stuck waiting in customs, 11pm at night, waiting in a queue to hand over a fucking form and grab my bag from the carousel. Even having been warned how bad it was, it still sucked balls.
Among other things I did, I got a chance to meet my fellow blog contributor and resident author of smut, Jentastic, introducing me to the wonderfood that is sushi. (Do yourself a favour and only eat it freshly prepared in a proper restaurant! Store bought is nasty.)
So I hopped about the museums here and there, spending 7 hours in the MET one day, took the subway a few times, went to some of the shops on 5th avenue for a nosey (and to grab some requests from folks at work). I didn't do a lot of sightseeing, but it wasn't my main aim. If anything, I felt I needed a holiday. A chance to get ut of the country following everything that had happened last year. An escape.
And in a way, I guess I was fulfilling a wish of sorts my late girlfriend had made. Though we'd planned other holidays of our own, closer to home as well, this was one she had expressed an interest in a few times. So why not? And it gets me a chance to go somewhere with no language barrier, and the chance to meet someone I consider a good friend. Works for me. Plus the climate's more tolerable. Win win! Though it didn't stop me from feeling a tad melancholic when thinking about how long I'd have been stuck in Bloomingdale's were my girlfriend still alive today while I was pottering around in there.
Also, for those unaware and planning to fly into JFK airport: the yellow cabs charge a flat rate of $60 to and from JFK and a city destination. And though not wholly cheap, are better than the guy at the door who asked me if I'd pay him $125 "plus tolls and fuel" for the same thing. Hahahahaaaano fuck off! You'd need to be an idiot to fall for stuff like that. So yeah, always get cabs.
So I went. I snapped over 100 photos, saw a few cool things, got to be by myself for a good while, and such. Plus I got to see the icon that is the shopping mall (Holyyyy shit! That's big!) and also had my idea of good pizza destroyed by trying the proper stuff. Eh well. I can die knowing I've lived well now. ;)
The return trip could've been better. Stuck at JFK for 3 hours due to an aircraft fault after waiting in departures for 6 hours already, a turbulent ride home, a rearranged connecting flight, and a meandering trip through heathrow's terminal 5 after being sent in the wrong gate.... At least I got home in the end!
10/10. Because it was an awesome time had. Simple as that!
6) How'd you get my numbe-oh wait.... Yeah, that makes sense. But why?
Two days ago (yes, we're finally there), I was making my monthly trip out to the town where my girlfriend is now buried. I don't know when I'll stop going, only that she deserves my respect after everything she both did for me and had planned for our future.
In order to make this trip, I take a train from my town over to the next town, change there for a train to a smaller place a bit further out, before getting off there and either taking a bus or taxi the rest of the way to the coast, popping to the nearest florist for the flowers, and trotting out to the graveyard on the western outskirts, stopping to see her parents if they're in when I head back to the town.
Now I know you'll have probably read all of the above and formed several opinions that probably make what I do here seem insincere. That I don't really care.Nothing could be further from the truth. As of today, I still don't feel like entering into a relationship with anyone. What I do know, is that when I do, it'll be for the very long term, and only that. And whoever does has some massive shoes to fill.
But at the same time, I know she'd only want me to be happy. To get myself lifted up, get this career of mine started (I'm now at the final stage as I was last year, due to take that final test in the next 3 days) and just make sure not to forget about her.
So perhaps it was my mental state at the time that made the next part awkward for me. it was a bloody cold day, and here i was, now on the return trip, waiting for the connecting train back to home to arrive, when an unknown number comes up on my mobile. odd, but okay, people change numbers. Who is it?
Turned out it was her again. From NYE...and the gym. How did she get my number?
Turns out she'd simply fished my phone from my jacket during our last encounter while I was showering afterward, dialed in the command to get my number, and put it back in my pocket.
Okay.... So why do that?
Well it turned out she enjoyed our meetings, and wanted to make sure she could call me if she was in the area again, in case I was interested in seeing her, and was afraid maybe asking me for my number would've seemed a bit too clingy. I'm guessing this si her first sexual relationship type thing?
She told me she was going to be in my area the next day, staying at her friend's again, and wanted to know if I was interested. I was in no mood to decide at the time, so told her I'd need to check and see, first. So long as I got back to her by the evening, we could sort something out.
So I debated with myself for a while. I already knew what i was going to do, but I guess I wanted to at least make sure of it. After bouncing the proposal off a friend, I realized it was good to go, so long as I considered her relationship material, which I do, regardless of whether I'm looking or not. After all, why lead someone on when there's no possibility at all? It's only fair.
So a hastily made phonecall later, and it's on.
I met up with my dancefloor shy friend the next afternoon. Among other things, I was looking for an excuse to drop this on him. So we ambled on in conversation, and I find an opening by asking him if he'd heard from the people he'd met on our last night out. Turns out he was in touch frequently. More than that, it turned out they did inf act, do coke. Heh...okay. Not a lot, you say? Oh my dear friend, you need to stop with these random people of questionable character, especially if you're not actually getting into a relationship with them. So after airing my doubts, I gleefully tell him he can keep her, because I'm the one who's getting laid tonight!
oh he did not like that! Though he kept it well hidden. He'd seen her the first time, hear about our last encounter, and now it was happening again! Tee hee!
So...who wants to hear what we got up to? Genuinely? Because it gave me the idea for the review theme here. Okay, read on!
So we get things all sorted. In the evening, I make my way to the flat, now vacant bar us, and we get to work. And how!
There's a saying someone told me once. "It doesn't count if you don't feel it in the morning." I think this counts for certain. And probably most of all. Ouch! I'm glad I'm not having sex any time soon.... Okay, I'm not in any major pain, but let's just say things were a bit rough. Really rough. But also so, soooo good! ^_^
And the review stuff? Right. Well while we've all had praise and compliments on various sex-related things, I've never heard so many in one day. And I'm speaking as someone who had a foursome once!
It all started when I was asked to give her a massage of my own. She was more than happy to tell me I have a really soft touch as I did what was really more me running my fingers over her body, trying to find where she liked it most, with plenty kissing and such.
So this went on for a while, and in the end this is probably the most foreplay I have ever had/done ever, before we decided she better roll over before things get too comfortable. Apparently the reasoning behind the whole massage thing is to heighten the sensations? I dunno. Whatever. It's fun, though apparently not as fun, for her, was what followed. Plus, I'm now officially out of the ass camp and into the boobs camp. Why? Well it's as simple as experimentation. While it's no small fact that people vary in responsiveness, and in various ways, you know when someone starts squirming, breathing excitedly when you're chewing on said boobs, that you've found a good spot. And she was happy to tell me she's never had that before, or felt anything like that from similar before. Score! I just helped someone discover something about themselves!
What's next? No, I'm not talking about how I started fingering her, moving to giving oral, before getting it returned on me, that's just the natural progression of things in foreplay. You'd think after having had a couple of serious relationships and some sexual relationships, I'd have at least been made aware of how I generally...measured up? Well, no, actually. But apparently I score good. Or she needs more practice taking deep. Whatever. She apologized for not being able to do it properly this time, but apparently I'm a bit thick. Given how I feel now, 24 hours later, I'd say this is true. Didn't help she was a tight fit, but ow! She was all too happy to hop on top, and it wasn't long before she'd gotten us both off. Yay! And while being loud about it...and gushing on me...yay? Well, she did say she could feel me throbbing inside her as well... Yay!
And apparently I've got nicely defined, broad shoulders. Or so she said while lying behind me, playfully running a finger over my back.
Hey, I wasn't going to complain. And it was an awesome time overall. But this blog entry's simply too big to go into detail. Maybe next time. But maybe now you know what I mean by the whole review thing. And funnily enough, we both toyed with the idea of, not only meeting again, but also maybe just doing it while her friends are in anyway? because...why not? She said they could always play some loud music to cover it up. Maybe we'd find out next time, if music has any effect. And if not, her friends get to listen in.
So yeah, I guess now I'm officially in some manner of sexual relationship again. We intend to do this again, though when is another question.Though I'll need to have words about maybe not being so hard on me. Scratch marks I can live with, but I like my dick enough, more so now, that I'd like to keep it.
For now, I guess...thanks for the review? Maybe I should make a form for-yeah right. No! The noise and compliments are good.
Oh yeah, 10/10 for this day as well! Huzzah!
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