Got stood up tonight by an Asian 8. She’s the type I love: big tits, big booty, dresses like she’s in a nineties hip hop music video. She thinks she’s hood because she lives in Bed Stuy and takes an Uber every morning to Pratt University. I took her to an outdoor barbecue for our first date. Casual place, full of smoke, beer, and lower-middle class Thais. I was the only white. Had to coax her out of her car because she was nervous about being seen there. I was circumspect about the whole date because she had divulged to me that she doesn’t drink. In the states that kind of pronouncement would be a death sentence. It’s unfortunate, but true. Not here.
She seemed to relax a little once we left the BBQ joint. Mentioned she’d be mortified if anyone she knew had seen her there. We got coffee at some tacky coffee place in one of Bangkok’s many tacky shopping centers. I actually enjoyed this part of the date. She told me she used to be fat and showed me a picture of when she was young. The picture showed a chubby Chinese-looking girl who looked to be about twelve. It enamored me to her. I really liked the fact that she said she doesn’t drink and actually didn’t. We joked about the black hipster she was seeing in Brooklyn. She divulged her dad owns a tour company catering to Chinese tourists. Also an apartment building. I thought what a colossal waste of money it is to send this girl to New York to study architecture. Then again, maybe she’ll meet a nice boy in Manhattan and it’ll all be worth it.
When she asked what we should do next I suggested listening to music at my place. She surprised me by agreeing. When we got home I put on Tame Impala and pulled her off of my couch to dance. She was a terrible dancer. It was fun. I massaged her hands, looked into her eyes, pulled her onto my lap, kissed her. She was a good kisser, though her mouth had a garlicky, somewhat unpleasant smell, probably from the barbecue.
When I got her shirt off her twenty five year old tits looked just as perfect as her knit top suggested they were. A few minutes of kissing and touching and she was as wet as a sea otter. I am not exaggerating when I say her pussy was the smoothest and wettest I’ve ever felt. My fingers slid off it like I was rubbing my gums with fingers covered in oil. To my dismay she insisted I use a condom. I fucked her missionary then had her ride me while I gripped her ass in my hands. A few words about her ass: it wasn’t the best, but it was nice. She didn’t have that naturally big ass that only genetics can bestow but she had worked it into shape doing squats at the gym. Had her get off and suck me before I came. I wanted to bust in her mouth–a personal preference of mine when I cum for the first time. I made the mistake of warning her and she let my load spill all over my stomach in a warm avalanche that cooled too quickly. That was my first red flag that this girl was too into herself. It pissed me off a little, but I didn’t pay it too much heed at the time.
I came again doing doggy style while I pulled her into me with both her arms bent behind her back. She said I made her come but I didn’t believe her. I was game for a third round after a respite but her father called and beckoned her home.
I texted her the day after next. Invited her to join me for a romantic couple of days on an island in the south. Made it too clear I liked her. We set up a date for the next day: gym, movie, dinner. Two hours before she was supposed to meet me she says she can’t pick me up anymore. Also, is it ok if she brings her friend along to dinner? A more naive me might have said sure, ok, why not? I’m funny, charming. I’ll meet you and your friend and entertain you both. Took me all of two seconds to figure out how I felt about that. The thought of sitting there and enduring a meal while these two reminisced with each other in a language I have absolutely zero comprehension of did not seem worth another shot at that sweet velveteen pussy. I can read the writing on the wall. Told her I don’t normally invite third parties along on my dates but if she wants to hang out with them instead no worries. No response back from her. Saw her later on at the gym taking selfies with her personal trainer. C’est la vie.