Bitchicisms

One of my favorite movies is the classic When Harry Met Sally.



I think it's a beautiful story with a talented cast (when Meg Ryan was still America's Sweetheart and before Billy Crystal was a supporting cast to Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson). But I think it's given some people the wrong idea about men and women friends.

In a scene, Billy Crystal says that men and women can never be friends because they'll always want to sleep with each other. Then again, that's not what really ends a friendship. What ends a friendship is when one of them don't want to sleep with the other, and the other still keeps pushing it.

I've severed friendships with men more than once because they tried to sneak attack my pants by using the mythical friend shortcut. But, you can sleep with a friend and not end the friendship. It doesn't even have to result in a relationship.

A couple of nights ago, I hooked up with a good friend. He's one of those guys that I rarely see, but often talk with. I've always invited him to my birthday, and I've helped him celebrate his. We joke a lot, we've hit on each other once or twice when we were drunk and we swap sex stories.

I barely remember how it happened. All I know was I was drinking on his tab and my friend had already left. He hadn't spotted an interesting girl enter the bar and my attempts to flirt with one of the bartenders I used to fuck were meeting unsatisfactory results.

My friend and I simultaneously decided to go home. We got a cab, no resistance from either party that we got the same one. We went to his place, distracted with conversation. We entered the door, I took off my boots and suddenly we were having sex.

It felt a bit weird cos we were such good friends. I remember him once saying that he thought of me as a little sister and we were laughing at someone I used to date who was terribly jealous of him. But we had sex... good sex... objectively good sex. We even joked and slept on different sides of the bed (no cuddling).

I texted him the next day, "As your friend, I must say, you're quite good."

He replied, "Coming from you, that's a huge compliment."

Sudden sex, no awkward-dinners and no new-year-party-climax. Friendship still on. And now I know how he gets laid so much. He's pretty fuckin' good.

One of the things I really don't like doing is making out in a car. I can't stretch out. I can't move without bumping into something. Unless its an SUV, a small car really can't contain the wide array of actions and emotions I like displaying during sex. Also, I'm loud, so I tend to get caught.

It is almost the one seemingly normal sex-related cliche I won't do. Except I have, literally, never full-on made-out in a movie house. And no, I don't want to either. (One weiner dude always likes to say that I don't like doing something because I never had anyone to do it with. Yes, he is the type who likes to imagine my life began when I met him. And yes, he is an asshole.)

I receive a random message from someone. He wants to drop by and see me since we weren't able to meet up for coffee earlier. He was going to the area so he just wanted to chat. I agreed. I figured he was in a hurry so I didn't change. I was in a plain shirt and short shorts.

He arrived and we chatted amiably for a bit. It all seemed like the random friendly thing to do. Until he started harassing me.

I've been on this whole frame of mind recently where I like to platonic the shit out of everyone, particularly the guys I have things with. Mostly it also has to do with the success of that one endeavor in the nice girl realm.

He appeared perplexed that I was resisting. Asked if I was seeing anyone seriously. Asked if I was focusing on work. I said no both times. Then he put his hands in my shorts and started masturbating me.

As usual, I couldn't moan too loud. Or else we could get caught. We were parked basically a couple of blocks from my house. It would have been a horribly unfortunate thing to have gotten caught.

I covered my own mouth and writhed on the seat. He wouldn't stop so I just let him. After I came, I gave him a blowjob. I'd only sucked on his cock for about 1 minute when he stopped me. I was "what?" And he was all "I think I'm gonna come already."

I raised an eyebrow. He pushed me back down. He came after another 30 seconds. Yes, it was that fast. Later he said how unfair it was that it took me so long to finish and it took him so fast. I didn't remind him that he still had a hard cock in his pants after his orgasm.

He joked, "I have a condom." I smiled. "And?"

But, being in a rush, he took me home. I told him as I exited the car, "next time, if you have rubber, let's use it." Walked to my house, a little conscious that my shorts were moist and my hair was tousled.

It was one of those nights. I hadn't gone out in a while. So now I wanted to fucking go out. Meaning bounce from place to place looking pretty. I was chilling at a place in the Makati area with friend Baby Girl. I was a little bit bored and she was a little sleepy. I had the brilliant idea of playing the text roulette game.

The game goes like this: You text a drinking invitation to seemingly random people. These people are mostly never random. They are people you like. "Like" meaning in the context of wanting to get to know them, wanting to actually drink and converse with them, or wanting to sleep with them. A couple replied. One guy had work that night. Another dude was going to Den. And despite the fact I adore that man (One of the best players I've ever met. That word does not even begin to do him justice. and yes, I am a fan) I was not going to set foot in Den again any time soon (mostly cos of this).

One Dude did reply. He was drinking somewhere in the north, and asked what I was doing. The messages turned into a teasing game, with him giving the ominous reply "why, what do you want to do?" I gave a totally safe answer. Casual, platonic and friendly. Right notes of drinking buddy and carefree girl.

I arrived at there drinking session early in the AM. He introduced me to his friends. And I proceeded to platonic the shit out of him. He would put an arm tentatively on the back of my chair, the hand would dangle dangerously close to my shoulder. His hands would also move dangerously close to the territory of my exposed thigh. He would also look at me and smile. And i DID NOTHING.

No moves. No intentions, no nothing. I was innocent and meek and demure and all those other adjectives that are rarely associated with me. Or only associated with me when I'm tired or shy. He finally excused us from his friends and we went inside. I appeared at his mercy. He offered to make me something to eat. I said yes. Then he offered me a bed to sleep in cos I looked tired. And, he promised not to kiss me.

We did sleep in the beginning. Again, lying in the same bed, I did nothing. I was demure. I was innocent. I was THE NICE GIRL. I did sleep. After a couple of hours, I decided to go home. I tried to wait til he woke up a little.

I said his name, he turned to me with a hug. He closed his eyes and smiled. I did take the initiative there and gave him a small kiss. Which he responded to until it turned into a full-on make-out session. He stopped and said "sorry" and something to the effect of "you're just so hot."

I replied with a "no problem."

Then we started kissing again. It started with one of my small kisses. Then his hands started roaming. Whenever he would try to reach for my hips, I'd push his hands away. I'd say, "no, stop," with a little-girl-please-don't smile in my voice. "I have to go home," I reasoned

Finally, he climbed on top of me and declared that he was going to violate me. I still struggled a little, maintaining that light tone of voice. He started grinding his hips against me. I tried to stifle my moans, but of course, I could never stop those things.

When he noticed I was still struggling, he asked if I really had to go home or I just didn't want to do it. I looked at him with wide eyes. He said, with a wicked smile, "this won't take long."

I took off my own underpants.

I'd recently hung out with a couple of dudes recently. These were formerly known as the boys. And yep, they were back in my life for a while. Until they weren't again when they disappeared in a ball of flame and light.

So I got to talk a little to Cc. Who was now going through tough times cos one of his friends ended up with his girlfriend. He was a bit depressed about it, but it seemed like he was finally going to get over it.

We were all on our way out/home. He started spritzing some cologne that was lying around. The minute he started spraying copious amounts of it on himself, I recognized the scent. That was the cologne that Ak used. Those few (none) familiar with my timelines may remember that Ak was the one I chose one night over Ry and Cc. Even if no one else remembers, apparently, Cc does.

When I started joking to Cc to stay away from me cos he smelled like Ak, he actually came nearer. I said, "ok, come here and let me sniff you". He did stand beside me as I sniffed him and smiled. On cue, Cc started to make fun of Ak. It started with mimicry and the assessment that Ak's actions were completely gay. To which I smiled, "he so isn't gay."

Maybe Cc is bumbed cos I had also recently chosen Ry instead of him. I mean, even with Ak out of the picture, I still chose Ry. Ry who isn't pretty but has a body to die for.

Cc seems to like competing. We were all on our way somewhere and I was in the back seat of a cab sandwiched between Cc and Ry. My hands were already on Ry's crotch, something he tried to hide with his laptop bag. As we were all on our way out of the cab, Cc tried to pull me back in and ask for a kiss. I mostly laughed and pulled away. Was that embarassing for him? I mean, it was pretty obvious he was out of the race already as I'd made my choice. Ry may not be pretty but his body is drool-inducing....and he's more challenging.

So yeah, I heard from a guy in a bar. The guy who said it was actually someone I was sleeping with. And yes, I have gotten texts from him before 10PM but that really didn't mean anything. Except that he was impatient and couldn't wait.

Is this true? I do have some people I send SMS (SMS-es?plural form anyone?) to after 10PM. Mostly, because I get bored with whoever I'm drinking with at the moment and I wanna bounce to someplace else (I am also trying to curb this, I think it's a horrible habit to get into).

And, in hindsight, most of the people I messaged were actual potential fucks. Some were old (literally) standbys, others were new untested dudes. Most of the messages were random "hey"s "you out?"s and "what cha doin?"s. The underlying meaning being "hey, maybe we can have sex?" There's a maybe there cos sometimes when I do really wanna have sex, I often just say "you wanna hook up". Most of the time I just say "Fuck me?"

Is that a fast and tested-rule though? Cos I have set up booty calls prior to 10PM. And I have had booty calls scheduled in the afternoon (they were exempt from being sex dates cos there was no requisite date part of movie/dinner/coffee).

I recently received an SMS from this one dude I made the mistake of sleeping with once. He keeps asking me where I am and what I'm doing at around 11 PM on a weekend. Come on! I'm either purposely at home or out having fun. If you wanna fuck just say so. Jeez, you're the one with the dangling balls. Be as obvious as them and ask. I'd probably still say no though.

The message came at 2AM. It was a simple "Hey." The number wasn't listed in my phonebook. I replied with a simple, "Who is this please." The reply was a question, confirming that I was who I was and that I owned the phone number receiving the messages. I was confused. I had no idea who this was. Then he said who he was. I smiled.

It was someone from the fairly recent past. From something that I knew had ended with more of a "see you later" than a "goodbye". The texting proceeded. He was used to texting at odd hours and keeping me up. It started as a light, teasing, cajolingly sexual conversation. Of course, I kept up my part of it, knowing that if I didn't steer things properly, there would be no sex.

He actually made the first obvious pun. I texted him "wtf" and he started to read into that. When asked for an explanation I said it meant, "what the fuck". In his horny little mind he had read it to be "want to fuck".

And I did. And we did eventually. I fell asleep waiting for the answer. The problems with his schedule required him to forego sleep and travel several hours ahead of schedule to fuck me. And he did. And he has improved. Fucking his pregnant girl probably made him more inventive.

If I send you a message past 2AM, its probably cos I was drunk. Several moronic things have been brought about in this way. The final surrender to H. The angry messages sent to H. The angry messages sent to Xn. The stupid messages sent to V. The stupid messages sent to Speedfucker. In fact almost all the most stupid messages in the world are sent in the period between 2AM to 5AM.

They are also the most sincere. Now if they were just coherent and well crafted enough to be believable and not disregarded.

I've recently been reading on the Mystery Method. It's a method for pick up artists. And as my typical obsessive geeky behavior dictates, I started reading up on it as much as I can. I'm learning lots of new terms and styles that I can use to my advantage. I've also learned that men have been using parts of it on me with success for some time now.

Then a friend of mine gave my number, admittedly with my consent, to some dude. Some dude who's style of getting laid is to text me at odd hours and ask if I was busy, or if my mom was at home so he could come over. Now keep in mind that I had never met this man. He was a total stranger. I don't even know what he looks like.

I'd endured this for some time because it was a bit nice. And everyone knows I like having open options. But then it sounded a bit desperate when he stated, twice, that he was horny and that he wanted to go to my house. There were no offers of beer or even a pretense of anything but sex. And it perplexed me and disturbed me that he was willing to do this with someone he hadn't even met. It reeked of low value.

So after I called him out on his perviness I explained to him what I thought. That the game doesn't work that way. It's not simply fucking as many as you can; that makes you a whore. The game doesn't work that way. You don't reveal all your cards and evil intent immediately. If the prize is worth it, you play for it. Inch by inch and mile by mile you play for it cos its worth it.

It's not even that you want a relationship with this person. It's just that you want to fuck them more than once. Because they are worth keeping. Because they are worth it. Because they're hot and charming and funny. And what use is playing if it's not worth the prize.

Little newbie moron told me he didn't like playing games and he wanted it straight to the point. I told him I liked games cos it was more fun. I also told him he probably didn't think I was worth playing for cos he was rushing it. He said he knew I was which was why he offered, and that I was the one who turned him down. So maybe I thought he wasn't worth it. I said he didn't even give the game a chance to unfold and he rushed it. So I could never give him the fuck of his life.

Good riddance to a newbie.

There's an asteroid we want to add to our orbit. Nice girl. Cool. Laid-back. Cute. Emphasis back on nice girl. As in really nice. Read as we met her parents the first time we ever asked her to hang out and drink with us. She doesn't seem particularly smart but she looks like she can be groomed to follow in, eherm, our footsteps. The corruptible kind of girl.

You know the type. Looks cute, but not that striking. Charming kind of, easy to talk to, easy to get along with, minimal expectations. The kind you want to take under your wing and teach things to. Then do things to. Ti-hee.

Corruptible girl. We have things planned for you.

Since the Philippines is the texting capital of the world, I have regularly used it to my advantage.

It's easy and casual. There's no obligation to reply, but if you craft your messages well enough, or if the other person wants you enough, you'll get a response. Here are some of my favorite lines:

"Can you come out and play?" (best said with the name instead of you, more playful)

"Need any distractions?" (thrown in innocently in a casual conversation and it sounds immediately erotic, I was thinking about loaning the man books or dvds though)

"Can you take me home?"

"You wanna?"

"I'm feeling frisky, where are you?"

"I want you now."

"Baby, watcha doin..."

Or you can use quotes from a book or a movie that catches attention. This just serves to establish your uniqueness.

Of course this is all different from Sex on Text, which simulates fucking by SMS. But the joys of flirting on text...aaah...those are priceless.

I am an avid texter, and the best move is absconding from SMS for a period of time. After about a week or two you suddenly pop out of the blue with a short, witty, compelling message. Even if they don't reply, you're bound to be pretty sure they're thinking of you. You can revel in some blue balls or someone's masturbatory fantasies.

I always thought that the best compliments are those given by those who know what they're talking about. So when a person I find hot calls me hot, then that means something.

I have had a pretty good winning streak when it comes to sex. Most (not all) of the men I've slept with have gone back around looking for it. Most all of them come back. Most all of them want it again. Plus the fact I've been fucking young boys, this mostly means that I get complimented a lot.

They're all easy. Too easy in fact. I'm kind of getting tired of how easy it is to get laid nowadays (wait til I stop getting it, then I'll start complaining there's no one to sleep with). I've gotten used to Ak complimenting me. To Cc trying to fondle me stealthily. To Ry awkwardly trying to get into my pants. To that speedfucking dude trying desperately (and unwittingly) to get into my pants. But when someone you consider a master compliments you, that's something.

H told me recently that sex with me was always great. And, as I see it, there was no reason for him to lie. Fuck I was already naked with him when he said that. There was also this conversation:

H: Would you be offended if I told you whenever I see you I think about sex?

JG (Jean Grey): No.

H: Whenever I see you I think about sex.

JG: I thought you always thought about sex. What do you mean?

H: It's just that when I see you or think about you I think 'I wonder what she's gonna teach me next?'

JG: Really? But...You're more....advanced....in years...

But yeah I was happy. Flattered. Of course young boys may think I'm good but when it comes to H, it's actually a compliment. Cos he has had more girls. And he's quite good himself. I think its just the chemistry.

I forgot to tell him I thought about sex whenever I thought about him too...

I seem to have lost it. Or misplaced it.

Ever since I made the not terribly smart yet horribly compelling choice to see this man steadily, my instincts have been off. I got victimized by a speedfucker. I have not accepted the blatant attempts at flirting care of H and Cc. I am unfocused and undisciplined when it comes to work. I am distracted and moody. Or maybe this is all me PMS-ing. Or maybe because he got me used to constantly talking to him. Then he got me used to constantly seeing him. Then he just went away.

Regardless. I have been all of those things recently. Insane mood swings. Acting high as a kite then low as...well...an ant that lives underground? Anyway, there I was pissed, bored, lazy, still sleepy. And a chance to play presents itself.

An old friend is online. One of the boys we used to work with. One I never got to play with.

To provide a little back story: everyone teased him about being gay behind his back. I never really thought he was actually gay, I just always thought he was weak. We got to be close before. I got to talk to him a lot because he seemed like the mature one in the group. We got to hang out one on one. Bv always said it was because this boy wanted me too.

Everything came to a head when I asked him to drop by the office. He actually lived nearby so it wasn't that much of a problem. It was just me and Bv anyway. So yes he drops by. Imagine my shock when I see him all dressed up. Fresh from the bath no less. Looking all fresh and kind of cute...

So he comes. I want to say I was prepared, except I wasn't. A number of late nights and all-nighters...I looked tired, haggard. Bv, being who he is, gave us a chance to be alone. And the opportunity was there. He was shy, wouldn't look at me. Yet he kept coming near me. Kept wanting contact, wanting proximity. And I didn't take it.

In my defense, I was thinking of taking Ak seriously at the time. And I was tired. But the hunting instinct could've been there. Prey was rubbing against the predator, yet the predator did not bite.

So the prey went home. Bv surprised, shocked and generally concerned as to why the prey slipped away. I told him I was tired. Then I told him I was distracted. Ak was on my mind at the time. And yeah, it kinda felt...not worth it?

This boy was sweet. He was kinda. But the lack of balls on his part kinda clinched it for me. Someone who can barely look you in the eye is kinda weaker. I no longer want weaker men.

Even though I've been called a player, and I sometimes call myself a player, I have to confess, I have no idea what this game is about.

In my mind I thought the objective of the game was to fuck as many people as I could...and not just any person at that...people who were actually logged at "above average" in the hotness meter. But now it seems that its not just about that.

H once told me he wanted to play with me and not play me. Meaning he wanted to have fun but not to have fun at my expense. And it seems that this line is all blurred and shit.

I don't really think I play. I think it's just a rep I have.

If playing means fucking as many people as possible, then yeah, I do play that game. I have no great concern over these men and boys I sleep with. If they appeal to me, if I feel a connection, if I think they can satisfy me, I fuck them. If not. Mostly I stay away from them. The sooner I fuck them, the sooner they're off the hit list. Loitering is not allowed.

If playing means mind games and deception, I'm not that into it. Sure I have my styles, my tactics, my moves, but aside from the tricks leading to actual sex, they aren't that many. After the sex is over, who the fuck cares?

If playing means having a strategy, having a reason for every word said, every action done, then I don't play. I may imagine that everything I say and do serves an ulterior motive, but it doesn't really. I'm quite impulsive and have no real reason to make things appear otherwise.

I don't form strategies to get my way into people's pants. I'm a girl. And a hot one at that. The only thing on my mind is getting in getting off and getting out.

Ok fine yes I play mind games once in a while, but I never meant to hurt anyone...

But then is this post all a part of the game?

From now on I will no longer say I'm a player because I don't understand the game. There's no need to. I don't want to prolong any waiting period or juggle multiple relationships. I don't want to catch any fish that are swimming by. I just fuck. Not even that much come to think of it.

I'm not a player I just crush a lot. And I do just really love sex.

This is the Incubus version not the Big Punisher version. Anyway, once I heard it in the car as I was pulling away from a bar in Libis after wallowing in dirty slut mode over H. Oh yeah. Apparently this used to be Bv's theme song when he was still rolling solo. Hahahaha.

Up In the hot tub, bubbly
spot love, Punish me
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it even Lupe be like "Don't stop, get it get it"

I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
Uptown baby, uptown
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down behind
Who's down to crush a lot

Hey yo I'm still not a player but you still a hater
Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone
Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks
In house beach, french countesse, ten thou piece
Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
Coppin a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky
Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito
Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PA's and wearin PJ's
Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days
Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm big huh, I rip my, through your
I'm sick, you couldn't measure my, with six rulers
Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin loot
But I knock that boot, if you out to get HOOF

I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
Uptown baby, uptown
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down behind
Who's down to crush tonight

I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down behind

I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass
I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat, highly intelligent bachlorettes
That's the best, I won't settle for less
I wanna get a brunette, with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round brown, wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'ma let you know
Once I quit the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty Brock!" I don't care
Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns
Take time, known to make a chick

Up In the hot tub, poppin bubbly
Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it even Lupe be like "Don't stop, get it get it"
(repeat 2X)

I don't wanna be a player no more
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
I don't wanna be a player no more
But you know Big Pun and brock still down behind

I always said H was my karma. He was. A lot of the things that are happening now can be traced as immediate effects and results of my collision with that guy.

I always thought I would back off, and that when I'd see him again it would involve me being with some hot younger (than his 30++ years) dude and him being with the girl who was half his age. But of course things didn't go that way.

It all started with a movie with Ts and Bv. After the badly done spoof movie, we ended up drinking. Now H had works at a place within a 5 mile radius of where we were. I knew that, I'd dropped by before when we were still seeing each other. This fact always makes Bv suggest that area to tease me about running into the one guy who caused a depression so bad it launched a five thousand peso shopping spree...

items bought:

1. a pair of 3-inch vinyl red stilleto hooker heels which I've only worn once
2. a pink cotton fedora
3. a pink and black checkered neck tie which I've only worn once
4. a pink dress that I wore once during my birthday party
5. about 5 books.

(come to think of it these probably cost more than 5,000)

Ts has always been curious about H as she never got the chance to meet him when we were going out. She was also very curious about Den, where I seemed to luck out whenever I went. We were on our way home when Bv peered into the bar H worked and saw him. I scuttled (yes like Sebastiab the crab) out of plain sight and told Bv to take Ts and introduce her to H.

I waited at a nearby area and cursed myself for being a chicken shit. I felt incredibly stupid about hiding as Ts met H. If I had any balls at all (figuratively speaking because I do not actually have balls), I would've been the one doing the introducing.

Anyway Ts and Bv came back, announced H seemed stoned out of his mind and we left. Ts had to go home early and I still wanted to go out and drink a bit more. I sent C an SMS and asked him where he was. He said he was at Den. I enticed Bv to go to Den. And he had this look. "Den? Right now? We haven't been there in a while."

"Yeah. C's there."

So we hopped into Bv's car and sped off to Den.

We saw C who I did sincerely miss. We got a table and started talking. About 30 minutes after we arrived, Bv interrupted our talk with, "H is here."

I waved my hand in the air, feigning casualness whereas we both knew it was either going to be awkward or...(wait for it)...legendary!

So H strolls into Den and pretends not to see us. He was speaking to someone and he told the guy, "you're like family to me." At which point I looked him in the eye and waved as I raised an eyebrow. He looked at me and smiled, saying, "But you're more like family to me."

So he sat at the bar, angled so he could see us and I resumed talking to C and Bv. Finally H came over and said to C, "Dude move, you're emasculating me." To which I ended up laughing as we figured out a way for H to sit beside me.

"How are you?"

"I'm good."

"Are we ok?"

"Yeah." I smiled and nodded.

"Cos I was kinda worried for a while."

Again I smiled and blinked in what I hoped was a mysterious manner.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure."

H brings two tequila shots so we could drink together. And the banter continues.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

I shake my head. Still smiling wryly.

"Good. Am I allowed to flirt with you?"

I look at him and keep that smile on my face.

I was aimlessly bouncing around one Saturday night. The Club bore no fuckable fruits and I was restless.

Escape and the salvation of my weekend came in the form of the evil Bv. Free drinks were available at his place, as well as the abundance of boys I had already, and could still, hook up with.

It was Ry's birthday and the entire gang was there. It was all the old cast, except for....introducing...Ak(aka A version 2.0).

Halfway between Bv's place and The Club, we met up at a Shell station. Ts and I needed to come down from our alcohol induced high because she still needed to drive home. So we stopped at a Select and waited for Bv. Bv eventually arrived, with two other guys in tow. One of them was Ak.

Apparently, when Bv saw A, he already formed a plan in his mind to some day introduce me to A's doppelganger, his friend Ak. Ak was quiet in Shell yet established himself as a clear player in the game by being very much the gentleman.

Earlier that night, when I had already determined that I was going to go to Ry's birthday drinking spree, I was determined to give him the gift of allowing him to fuck me. Sounds a little whorish I know, but Ry does do it right. And despite the fact I was really jonesing for his friend Cc, Ry was still officially my first conquest, and, as far as I knew, the rest of the group knew nothing about Cc and I.

Cc and I had not had another opportunity to fuck again. But he has been markedly sweeter and more daring in showering me with physical affection. In other words, he's been very very horny. However, neither of us seemed comfortable making any outward plans to fuck, we both seemed mildly content with groping each other as discreetly as we could and waiting for another opportunity to arise.

To many, it is still a mystery as to why I fucked Ry. But I still maintain that it was not just pure drunkenness or proximity. There was something about him i liked. Plus he has a really good lust worthy body. So anyway, I was about to offer myself as a gift to Ry. But then this Ak showed up.

When we were all already at Bv's, Ak sat near me and we started talking. I was then still determined to make it with Ry as a courtesy (what a goddamn weird notion I just realized), I was just planning to make the French exit as discreet as possible so that the Ak door will not be closed to me. Cc was also making moves to secure something special for the night. He kept groping my ass and giving me lust filled looks.

Things became interesting when I ended up seated between Cc and Ak and perpendicular to Ry. Ak was a bit tipsy, and Cc had already thrown up, but Ry was playing the role of birthday boy by being master of ceremonies.

Ak already had my hand in his while Cc's hand groped my ass. Ry looked at me and motioned me to sit beside him. This I did and I proceeded to kiss his neck. At first the birthday boy pretended he didn't like what I was doing until he groped my tit with his hand.

After I came up for air, Ak suddenly woke up and reached for me again, his eyes gently entreating me to sit beside him. Which I did. By this time Cc had already fallen asleep, or probably feigned sleep, as it seemed like the game was now between Cc and Ry.

Then Ry did something really stupid. It currently escapes me what he said or did at the time, but I know it was something to the effect of feigning he didn't want me. After that, Ak emerged as the clear choice.

So Ak and I made out and everyone, particularly Bv, practically begged us to go upstairs and get a room. So we did. At first it was just groping, since someone was asleep in the same room. After that we agreed to just go to sleep. Ak placed his arms around me as we spooned. I don't now how long this lasted, but the next thing I know, I was awake and we were kissing and there was no turning back.

We fucked. It was a quickie but it was a good quickie. And Ak was sweet. Little did I know that there was already drama going on downstairs as this was happening.

Apparently Cc went into dramatics after we left. He complained about being picked on because Bv made him admit that he had fucked me. It appeared that other people already knew, in fact, it seemed that everyone, particularly Ry knew about it. So much for Cc requesting for discretion.

Because of Cc's reaction to being made to admit he had fucked me, Ry became panicky. Cc was close to Ry's girlfriend, and Ry was afraid that Cc was going to spill. Cc was also afraid that his friends were gonna blab about his dirty deed to his girlfriend.

So everyone had dirt on everyone else, all thanks to me. And it seemed that Cc was particularly petulant and upset that I had chosen Ak. I theorized that Cc and Ry had come up with a schedule. I got Ry first, then I fucked Cc. The week after I slept with Cc, I slept with Ry again. Possibly Cc expected that he would get another go, but the appearance of Ak surprised him. As a matter of fact Ak totally blindsided me, I was totally expecting that I would end up with Ry yet it all changed in a heartbeat.

And after how things happened, I wouldn't change it. It all turned out exactly as I wanted it to.

Hanging out with the notably evil Bv and the definitive nice girl Ts has made it pretty obvious that I am more like a guy than ever. I know for a fact that there statistically there are more Filipinas like Ts than there are Filipinas like me. It is possible that the other Filipina girls who like to fuck around in a totally casual and no strings attached way are just super discreet, but I think that there really are just few promiscuous women.

There may be a lot of women who engage in casual sex but most of them, or so the complaints of the casual men go, still prefer relationships to random, sweaty, satisfying sex.

Which lead me to think about the profound difference between women and men's flirting styles. Before even starting to talk, people give off clues, they test boundaries before they begin the verbal flirting.

Men and women do it in different ways. Women make it known to the other party that they're available and men try to push for more physical interaction.

There are two most common tricks for women, they are actually more of excuses for being nearer the other person. The first, which is more often used in clubs or drinking sessions, is pretending not to hear. I use this a lot. When I told Bv about this he commented that yes I do become deaf when other boys are around.

When they say something I pretend not to hear, I lean in close and place my ear strategically near their mouth, my body near enough for them to smell but not quite touch.

The other trick is to act drunk. Once a person is drunk, they lose inhibitions. They become touchy and smiley and yes we can now do anything we wouldn't ordinarily do.

Men test these. They attempt to touch. They initiate a tickling game. They massage. Or, in more extreme cases, they read your palm.

Weirdly enough, I use the guy's tricks more often.

Once I encountered a man who flirted with me while his girlfriend was right in front of him, they had just made up after a silly fight that made the girl cry. After that incident I immediately (being the blabber mouth fuck and tell splut that people make me out to be [a persona I am beginning to own as most people will never let me forget it]) told people I knew of the incident, hailing it as the time I met the most awesome, awe inspiring, baddest (in a good way) player I have ever met. He was a league much much higher than mine. In Dope Wars (the facebook version) terms I was a hustler and he was a Cartel General.

I've just done something similar.

I've always sworn that I would never make the first move. But I must admit, once the first move has been made, I'm all full throttle from there.

Ry is a sweet young shy boy. Cc is a brazen, insane playful one. They are friends. And I have slept with them both. Ry is not supposed to know, no one is supposed to know. This discretion is something Cc requested.

Due to the endearing machinations of evil Bv (my most favorite partner in crime in the whole wide world), I got to sit between the two of them at a recent drinking session. And while I was a bit uncomfortable in the beginning, it all seemed to fit in the end.

Ry has been trying very very hard to start conversations with me. This time, he tried to strike a conversation with me by asking me about a song that was playing in the bar. It was "With You" by Chris Brown.

Cc was just being the horny lil dude he was. I was flirting with Ry, kissing his neck and harassing him and teasing him. Cc kissed me on the neck, which gave me the idea to kiss Ry on the neck.

Bv, who of course knows all my escapades, was smiling at me the entire time, revealing that this was his master plan.

Cc got me to kiss someone on the cheek, and after that he asked me to kiss him on the cheek. He tried pulling off this Vic Sotto shtick where whenever I would lean to kiss him, he would move his head and try to sneak a kiss on the lips. I made him stop it by holding his head and covering his mouth when I kissed his cheek.

Then he asked me to give him a French Kiss, and when I said no, he asked me to give Ry a French Kiss. I stared at Ry who looked blank and I said no again.

Cc even had me licking a bit of ketchup-mayonnaise sauce dressing from his finger. Ry squeezed my thigh. I was flirting with the two of them and most of the table didn't know.

Cc turns me on when he acts like that. Ry turns me on when he sheds his nice guy image to ravage me. And yes I am imagining a threesome.

The things I'm sure of about men are...

1. They're really petty.
2. They're pretty competitive.
3. They like to own things.

Boys, especially the ones I've been dealing with recently, tend to be particularly juvenile in their thinking. They often think that if they sleep with a woman, they own that woman.

Ry seems to have become aware early on that I slept with a friend of his. And, while I don't begrudge Cc for telling Ry about what happened, I guess it would've been better if he told me that he confessed. Ry and Cc are close, they're good friends and I know Cc only wanted to be a good friend by admitting that he slept with the girl that most boys think is Ry's bitch. When the fact of the matter is, I am no one's bitch.

It made sense that Ry knew because Cc had been mighty brave with all the blatant flirting in front of him. And Ry didn't seem to mind.

What amused me was that the last time I slept with Ry he spewed his come all over me. It was a quickie, and we were still clothed, I had my top on and only took off my shorts and underwear, Ry only pushed down his pants and underwear. And when he came he took the liberty of squirting jizz on my top.

Having had my fair share of men, I know when they want to make a point, when they want to claim. And aside from Ry cumming all over me like a dog marking his territory with piss, he's made some vague verbal statements as well.

Ry believes he owns me, that I will always be nice to him, and always be good to him, and always sleep with him just because I've slept with him a couple of times. I guess I'll leave his rude awakening in its own time. I won't rush it.