…you’ve no right to be ticked off when I go a find a new friend.
After last Saturday’s computer shopping, I was pretty tired. I left my friend’s place a little after 7, leaving her to bask in the happy glow of her new iBook. I had every intention of just going home and hanging out by myself, and maybe watching a movie. I had the option of meeting up with a new PFF (potential friend or fuckbuddy), but didn’t really feel up to it. I was on the subway and headed home when I realized maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
You see, I was horny. ^.^
Okay, not that surprising a state for a guy to be in, but just thinking about meeting this new guy got me to the point of being completely un-tired, so I figured I’d give him a shot. I was back in Ikebukuro (but still on the train) when I rang him up. He was up for a meet and suggested we get together for a drink near his place – somewhere in Roppongi.
Oh, joy.
Like a fair number of expats here, I’ve got no love for Roppongi. Dirty, noisy, too many foreigners, overpriced cover charges – just not my kind of place. But, my current state being what it was, I agreed.We met up and headed off to a pub for a few beers. He was cute, decent to chat with and I thought I’d try him out. He seemed to share the same idea and I thought we were headed back to his place when we left the bar.
He had a different idea.
He knew of a men-only sex club near where we were, and led the way over there. Now, I’ve never been to a bathhouse in the US, but I gather this place is fairly close to one of those – only without the baths. Not so much a “club” as a place to mess around, it had a pretty basic setup. A series of narrow hallways and private rooms, each with a couch or bed. It’s all very dimly lit, with dull, red lights providing most of the illumination. A slightly more well-lit room had a TV showing porn (I guess for those guys trying to get their nerve up or taking a break before their next round) and there’s a shower available for cleaning up. When you enter the place you pay your entry fee (¥1500) and are issued a locker key on a wristband and a small towel. You put your clothes in the locker and then go mingle. If you’re shy you can keep your undies on.
I’m not shy. ^.^
I had my stuff off before my new pal, so I went wandering around to see how the place was set up. It was kinda cool, and looked like it had a lot of potential. I found my guy a couple minutes later, sitting on the couch in the porn room. I asked him if he wanted to go find a room for just the two of us and he declined, saying I should go on ahead.
Huh?!?
Now, it was his idea to come to this place, and we’re both bareassed, cocks hanging out. (Okay, he had his towel covering his. My towel was over my shoulder.) So why the hesitation on his part? Am I not his type? Plenty of time to tell me that while we were still in the bar instead of bringing me along to this place. But whatever. I’ve still got a nice buzz and I don’t want to waste it standing here watching him watch porn and not getting off – so I go find a room.
I don’t go far, in case he changes his mind, and pop into the next room. It’s got a nice couch and isn’t occupied. I lay down and start enjoying myself. A couple of Japanese guys walked past the room their equipment hidden behind their towels. (They were all doing that, so either that’s the custom in this kind of place or I was the only person there who wasn’t shy.) Another guy walked up to the doorway and watched me for a minute, then hesitantly came in. I waved him over, letting him know it was cool.
I didn’t think he spoke any English as he didn’t say anything – but I guess maybe he had things on his mind besides conversation. We messed around for a bit, getting to know each other as best as two people can without talking to each other. When everything was over, He kissed me on the forehead and said “thank you” in a very quiet voice.
Awwww! ^.^
I was feeling pretty good about stuff at that point and went to go find my guy and see if he was up for anything yet. He wasn’t watching porn anymore so I thought maybe he’d found a friend. I wandered around the place, discretely looking into rooms to see if I could spot him. I didn’t see him anywhere, so I went and looked at the locker he’d put his stuff in. Empty.
The prick had ditched me!
My good mood was wrecked and I was pissed. I opened my locker to check my watch and see what time it was. Past midnight! I wasn’t worried about turning into a pumpkin or anything, but I was afraid of missing the last train. I got my clothes on in a hurry and hustled off to the station. I got there almost completely out of breath.
And 13 minutes too late.
I hated the thought of how much a cab ride from Roppongi to my place would run me, so I called my friend I’d gone computer shopping with. She was still up (and still playing with her iBook, having stayed in for the evening) and I asked her if I could come crash at her place. She was fine with that and I hopped in a cab.I was seething the whole way to her place. (It’s not that he didn’t want to fool around that pissed me off, it’s that he left without saying anything, and left me stranded in Roppongi.) When I got there I told her the whole story. She was on my side and agreed the guy was a flake and said it was best not to concern myself with him. Plenty of other fish in the sea and all that. She’s right, of course.
And I think I know just the spot to do a little fishing…. ^.-