Pique

biological bluetooth

It started with me seeing someone I knew. It followed that I went over to speak to her, and it followed that I met her.

How strange we humans are, that we find someone attractive based on almost nothing. I could not tell you at the time why or how, but suddenly I became utterly interested in her, dark hair pushed back by a green cloth band and large sunglasses hiding her expressions from me. She must have wondered why I kept peering at her, but I needed to see what secret messages were playing on her eyes, whether she was feeling this strange juju cooking up between us.

Was that slow smile a confirmation or were you just trying to think of something to say?

I barely even know you, and yet I find myself strangely pre-occupied by you. You're just sitting in my thoughts despite our brief conversation, and further investigation into your online profile revealed many a varied taste. Apparently, she likes singing and dancing, and yet she belongs to a political club and has quotes from politicians and poets in her profile, among a rather intriguing hint that she may be a blogger.

Perhaps that's what it was, my inner longing for someone else with hidden inner doors.

My curiosity is insatiable, questions abound and desire is endless, and yet, I barely know her.

Flirtation Quota: Accomplished

daily reccomended dose of casual flirtation

You know what I'm really enjoying at the moment? Flirting.

I set myself a challenge a few weeks ago to make sure I flirt with at least one woman a day, and so far it's working. I have to admit, I'm pretty sure it brightens their day, but it sure as hell makes mine a whole lot better.

And I'm not talking about using some chat-up-line, by the way. I don't ask women whether the tear in their tights is a stairway to heaven, no, I'm simply talking about casual chatter with just a hint of over-the-top. For instance, I was chatting to a very attractive dark-haired counter-service girl in a chemists the other day:

Me: *tongue in cheek straight face look* Nice shirt.
Her: *look of suprise, slow spread of smile across face* "thanks...?"
Me: *still straightfaced, slight smirk* "Do you all get that for a uniform or are you just the fashionable one?"
Her: *playing along, quick giggle* "Yeah, that's me, always trying to show the others up."

I can't remember the rest, somehow I got talking about something or other and then I finished and walked away.

When buying an afternoon coke from a bored looking blonde barmaid:

Me: "Pint of coke please"
Her: "Would you like ice?"
Me: *pretending to be sarcastic asshole* "If you Brits* have evolved to the point that you know what that is, then yes please."
Her: "Oh I see, well it looks as though you're in luck." *pours the coke*
Me: "Very good. Well tell me this, does this island of primitives happen to have any lemons or limes?"
Her: *laughs* "Yes indeed we do. Would you like some?"
Me: *pretend impatience* "Indeed I would, if that's quite alright with you."
*she hands the drink to me*
Me: *looks at coke with slightly disgusted look* "What, no little pink umbrella?"

I'm not sure how well this sounds over the blog, but trust me it was flirting. One thing I'll miss alot about the UK is how well dry humour and sarcasm goes down. If I tried half the stuff listed above in other places I'd be looked at like a plague victim.

So far, I haven't been slapped.

So far...



*I'm from the US, living in the UK

Tumbleweeds

anyone got a harmonica?

Damn, writing in a sex blog is hard when you're in a dry patch, and they don't come much drier than the one I'm in right now.

My sex life has always been like a rollercoaster. For instance, I was up to my ears in women from last March till the beginning of August, I had so much sex I couldn't remember what it was like to sleep on my own anymore. Then, just like that, completely barren, despite some of my most ardent measures.

A brief sidenote. I've noticed a consistent theme with sex blogs of men; namely that they never mention anything that would otherwise compromise their inflated image of themselves as some kind of casanova God. That is not the case here, I get as much as I get and I'm happy with it, I don't feel the need to lie here and try to portray myself as something else.

That said, I have been in a monk-like state of sexual abstinence for some time now, I estimate around three months, and thus there has been a severe lack of material to post here. Alas, I have no muse from which to draw inspiration... but I have come to the conclusion that this is a very good thing, and yes, I'm even thankful for it.

Truth be told, I was so inundated with women last year that I'd forgotten how to be grateful for it. I simply took when I was hungry and thought less of it. Now, I am hungry again, I am lightheaded at the smell of women's perfume, my heart beats faster whenever I flirt, and I've even learned how to do that again as well. And, instead of merely satisfying a hunger, I will now appreciate my next sexual encounter with all the vigor of a hungry man at a feast.

Yes, being single has it's benefits, and I am enjoying them. For now, I lie in wait.

And Vice is a patient one.

Greetings