Whirlwind
Painted my nails, did a facial, bought 2 bottles of wine and fancy fromage francaise all in anticipation of a hot turk coming to spend a weekend with me. Say what? Yes. let’s back it up a bit. I had a particularly slutty weekend last week…I’m going to blame it all on the hot blonde whose birthday it was. She was out on the prowl for birthday sex and I really had no intentions of indulging myself, I was just going to be a straight up wing-woman. But friday night, after our plan to have a low-key night went out the window along with several bottles of soju…I met this attractive astro-physicist from Iran. He talked sexy and talked nerdy, taught me about torpedos and showed me his own. It was fun, but he was smelly and hairy and his chin stubble totally rubbed me the wrong way. I told him I was going hiking first thing in the morning, kicked him out of my bed and house, and then laid around hungover waiting for birthday sex k to come over and eat mcdonald’s with me.
Saturday night I didn’t even want to go out, but I knew I had to so I sucked it up, got as cute as I could considering how awful I felt, and took off to kyungsung to meet up with all the other party revelers. The boys weren’t really feeling evas, and to be honest with you, I don’t like the place much myself, so we barhopped all night and I intermittently returned to show face with the birthday bitch. We shouldn’t even have gone back to ol’55 after the mess that J. had already caused there, but we did, and maybe it was meant to be when this hot turk walked in looking for live music. My drunk ass said, “no band tonight, but i dj here, so what do you want to hear?” we sat behind the dj booth, strolling thru the cds and talking and making eyes. At some point in the night we started making out and his chunky lips are absolutely delectable. I went back with him to his love motel and sent the others back to my house, knowing damn well a disaster would await me if i ever made it home. It was cute when J. was all over-protective of me and told the turk he better take good care of me, or else…needless to say i had an amazing night, morning, afternoon until i had to go meet ren ren at centum city, hair disheveled, makeup long gone, legs weak in the knees…but must make it to the subway and make it to the lotteria and if only to eat cheese stix. Still drunk from the night before, ren ren and I part ways, her for the slow train back to gyeongju, me for my bed back in dusil…it wasn’t until 45 minutes later as I came out into the sun from the flourescent illumination of the subway station that it dawned on me - i don’t have my house keys. Luckily ren ren hadn’t embarked on the train trip quite yet, and she had to trek 45 minutes back to where i was to give me my keys. holy fucking shit. my bed has never felt so sweet. and so now….now….24 hours from now….I will be back in the arms of the turk. I’m nervous, excited, anxious, horny as hell. can’t wait to see what happens.
