dont give up.

i live with four girls, i have for several months now. from time to time i picked up on a little somethin somethin, but my modesty had me in a firm check, so i dismissed it as nothing. then tonight, after two weeks of being back at home in seattle, i returned to bellingham to meet my four female roommates and a few friends at the up...hours passed, a couple tall cans, some pitchers, sat with a blonde girl who's had a boyfriend for 3 years who has apparently ripened to her brother, 3 years and still no sex, i ask her why not 'because it would be weird.' sounds like bad news for the both of them. matt tells me hes got confirmation that she wants in my pants, i look at her and reassure myself that i am no homewrecker. then a taxi ride home, a cabbie who consequently didn't feel like telling us about the craziest fare he had ever had 'i'm just not in the mood to talk right now kids.' 'haven't you ever seen taxi driver, c'mon man theres gotta be something?' 'look, i just lost my brother....' 'uuuhhh, shit' we asked him a few more questions and then he sort of half snapped and his foot hit the accelerator with the same intentions as his climbing voice as he let out a string of flaming sentences about how unfair it was...i think we might have been among the first to hear this from him. i wanted to stay in the cab and give him some words of...you know.
a few minutes later i was inside and feeling gulity as i took shots with my roommates. the evan williams tennessee hash looked strikingly similar to a bottle of jd, those shots went down like drano, good thing lyndsey had a bottle of flat diet coke to chase it. then an hour later all of us were in my room listeing to mos def as i scribbled attempts of blocky graffiti on left over flash cards. conversation topics made the usual rounds, the past evenings happenings, a girl who i had once fucked and had apparently slandered one my roommates - a hoodrat she called kat - we found her behind a dumpster in the alley beside the royal giving some guy a blowjob. we watched the whole thing from outside the club. a few instances that fell short of dancefloor brawls, street vendor hotdogs - which apparently can be served with delicious cream cheese, then back to the topic of sex, devirginization, fetishes, sluts, condoms, positions, etc. soon enough anna had left the room only to return with a pair of booty shorts that blatantly showed the rad side of her ass. my blocky graffiti had slowed to trashy locker power scratches and i was looking at her purple victoria secret thong.
then suddenly matt stood up and i guess it was time to go to bed, they all got up off my bed which made me look up from my scribbley notecard. anna stepped toward my desk and bent forward to chicken scratch something on one last notecard. i squinted in my drunkness: 'i sent you an i.m.' i turned to look at her, the door slipped shut and clicked leaving me alone in my room. 'computer: awaken.' there on my osx menu bar the little bastard aol i.m. guy was bouncing with delight: 'i think we should hook up...yikes i'm reaaaaly drink...drunk'
you'd think this sort of thing would be easy for me. a ripe girl in heat in the next room, matt had told me earlier that i could have her if i had wanted to, my modesty had declined. 'you should come over, and listen to this song.' 'umm, okay anna, give me a sec, i'll be over in a minute or two.' i flew downstairs past the pile of mo's black corn rows and kat asleep our couch.' i snatched the tennesee hash and the glass of warm tap water and fired back a shot of boiling gasoline, then the luke tap water. up the stairs to the sihouette of her door frame. in the door and past her sitting at her computer, down on the down comforter just in time to catch her smiling at me...

well you know the rest. the moral of the storey, kids dont be a fuck up like me...after some hookage she disclosed a desire to do this since the day i stepped into the house, apparently the roommates had agreed to it being a good idea. i had caught a whiff of something and then never done anything about it...it was just a hookup and well, it will bring more, but kiddies, don't be a pussy like the cowboy, jump on it...what the hell do you have to lose.



'Le Mat snake village - (Hanoi) - is home to a slew of snake-meat restaruants which play to the tourist market with elaborate theatrics, including killing the snake in front of you. It's then served up in every possible form, from soup to snake-belly shavings. The guest of honour gets to eat the still pumping heart - beware, it's alleged to have amphetamine properties.' - The Rough Guide to Vietnam. First world countries are for pussies.