So, as some of you might know, I’m currently on exchange in the USA. I went there all by myself, knowing nobody there. Well, that’s not entirely true. There are 3 guys from my university also going, but I don’t like them. I don’t have many close friends, but the ones I have are like family. No bulls**t, we’re straight with each other, we tell it like it is, we are there for each other when it’s rough, and we just have fun. Those are real friends and I pretty much left everyone behind who isn’t a part of that group and it’s the best thing I ever did. I knew pretty quickly that these 3 guys aren’t a part of my friends group (at least for now, people tend to change. Well… some of them)
- One of them is like a teen, and an annoying one at that. He’s just still like a kid, you can’t have a normal conversation with him. The jokes he makes and the things he likes are just stupid, juvenile ****. I passed the station he’s at a long time ago.
- The second one has a big f*cking mouth but nothing to back it up. Everything is fake about the guy and I just can’t deal with people like that anymore.
- The last one is a nice guy, but when other people enter the room, he turns into a straight-up b*tch. He puts others (including me) down for no reason to make himself look cool. Of course, I can handle his stupid bullsh*t and I can kick his ass if I want to, but I just don’t feel like hanging out with people like that. I’m tired of douchebags like that, ya know?
I kinda had this feeling already, but you know… it’s Saturday night, you don’t know anyone, you’re in a strange country, so you want to go out with people you know. It’s the safe thing to do. I called one of them up and I hear he picks up the phone and then hangs up on me. I hear the noise of a crowd in the background, sounds like he’s in a bar. Mistakes like that are made all the time, so I call again. He doesn’t pick up, nor calls back. Well shoot.
I sit down in my room and I ponder a bit. Should I just jack off and go to sleep, or go out alone? Then I think about the phone thing that just happened and I get pissed.
F*CK THOSE GUYS. I DIDN’T LIKE THEM ANYWAY IF I’M HONEST WITH MYSELF. F*CKING CHODES. **** EM. Right there and then, I decided that these f*cking douchebags can go f*ck themselves. I’m the only one with a car of the group and if they need me, they can eat sh*t and die too.
I stomp to my car and drive downtown. It’s like a 20 minute drive and the roads are empty. Unknown area in a whole different and unknown country, trying to find my way. I won’t use the word “scary” but it’s a pretty damn huge leap into the unknown. I drive around a bit and see a couple of bars, one of them is a karaoke bar. I park my car and go in.
A little awkward at first, but after a while I settle in. Also still having sort of a culture shock. Not many hot girls around but then I spot a hot blonde and a hot brunette. I walk up and open them. I notice now I’m close that they’re probably in their thirties. Really hot though. The brunette is a little drunk and seems into me.
We talk and then dance. I’m being really physical, I grab her, pull her against me. Soon enough, she is grinding up on me, hard, front and back. I grab her ass while doing this and when she’s grinding her ass into me I feel up her breasts. She’s into it too. This is pure porn dancing. She has the most perfect body I’ve ever seen for real. Nice breasts, a good C cup I guess and perfect in shape. She has a completely tight belly, nice hips and just a delicious, bonerific, ass. She is really, really ****ing hot.
People around us look and some older guys who were hitting on her are looking at me like they hate me but I don’t give a f*ck. She keeps saying she could be my mother and I keep saying that I don’t care. Hot eye contact. I go in for the kiss and she turns away, but I keep on doing it anyway. I get a couple of solid makeout moments, but she keeps saying she thinks I’m too young. She also keeps saying she’s
“not coming home with me tonight”. From what I understand from a lot of people, that’s like an indicator that it’s pretty much sure you’re going to end up in bed with her. I respond to it as if I'm not acknowledging it.
"Yea, sure", "alright", "yea..."
The conversations were like this:
Her: “You could be my son”
Me: -“But I’m not, so what do you care”
…
Me: “You got a very nice ass”
Her: “Thank you, I work hard for that”
…
Me: “I think you’re just a bit intimidated by me”
Her: “No I’m not, cos I got more experience”
…
Me: “Deep down you know you want this”
Her: “Yea, but I just can’t…”
I kept going at it and keep feeling her up, dancing dirty with her and kept going for the makeout. She was all over me too, touching me back, grabbing me. Everything indicated that it was on, but yet it wasn’t I guess.
It was my turn for Karaoke. I sang
“Smoke on the water” by Deep Purple, which I totally ****ing nailed. I played air guitar during the solo and swung the mic around and created a party in the bar. Everyone who was in the bar went crazy and bought me drinks. I’m a f*cking rock star. Even one of the guys who looked pissed at me after I blew him out complimented me on doing a good job on the song.
Back to the woman, same story as before. Flirt, tease, kiss etc. At one point I sit down at the bar, tired, having a drink, making a chat with the bar man. The woman comes up and says she’s going to leave and that this is really a goodbye. I tell her “not without a proper goodbye kiss” and we makeout for a long, good time. She’s in to it too and she’s good.
I drive home with a smile. What an awesome first night out in the States.
Hells yea, the master plan is starting to work.
Side note: the whole night 100% sober, not one alcoholic beverage consumed.
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