So he's obviously impressed by my caring psychologist demeanor. Of course my sarcastic race based sense of humour got his eyes twinkling too. Mother fucker wants me bad. He's all up on me and the people are starting to look. I tell him to back off that we're in a public place. He doesn't care. I tease him. When I give him my phone number, I stick in his boxers, and tell him my number is where it belongs. But he was way fucking wasted. And he still has mad coming out issues, that I hope I'm past. And I want to marry him and take care of all his problems. He tells me about his unlisted roomate, who he went to some filipino bar with and he watched while his friend fucked the daylights out of her. He feels guilty for wanting a friend. I told him that sometimes you put yourself in situations because you like the feeling it causes. God he wanted me so bad. And people where getting jealous, even those Japs that think they're imperialist where jealous. And I was fucking loving it.
