Minx's Story

(The stars are out tonight)
Well I currently joined 20sb, and started a hell of a mess over there, so I've been busy with that. I got a cool little speech going on, maybe I'll repost that here. Other than trying to save my ass on 20sb, I've been on Facebook and watching the first season of Friends. Yeah I'm productive and it's a wonderful life.

So Friday.....


I looked in the mirror and I was losing weight fast. Being sick for a week has not done a lot to help my hyperthermia. My nose is all red and crusty from the endless wiping of tissue heaven. That little vertical valley between my upper lip and the bottom of my nose, that's the most statuesque. Other things like haven't been shaving, losing about 7 lbs, and fucking up my own hair by mis-cutting it, isn't exactly entailing my best self.

It was around 5:07pm when I woke up to an unruly un-Godly mess on 20sb. Like woah! And being that I was sick and have no available friends, I decided to meet my old friends at church. They have choir practice on Fridays. I pulled up one of my v necks, my red sweater, and the nut hugging pants that Nathan lended me months ago. It's 7:25, and I think they get out at 7:30pm.

I use to be part of this church. Katie, aka DatemeDC, tells me I should stop talking bible talk in my writing, so the short story was I use to be part of this church and quit because I felt like it wasn't the best fit for me. I went over to the church, the door was closed so I peaked through the door slit to see everyone sitting down for choir practice. Long story short, I went to the bathroom came back in 3 minutes and everyone was gone. I threw a tantrum. I hate this God stuff, I feel like it's fate telling me I really don't belong here, just like how I felt when I left this place. Moving on.

I drove over to their house and nobody was home. I drove home hoping that I wouldn't get pulled over for having my highbeams on, or not signaling, or not having insurance on my car. I must've called Ivan about a 8 times, every single time I hit his machine. I parked my car at the grocery store next to my house, and as I called Ivan again and again, he finally picked up. He was at work the whole time, and he was heading over to a church party, and felt that I shouldn't be part of it. It sucks to feel like you to belong to a religion. Moving on.


So Friday....

I called Alex, this new PUA that I haven't met. He told me about a party that was happening in SF. I'm usually wishy washy about all these PUA's I meet up with. They usually suck and it turns out to be a total waste of time. Alex seems cool, he seems like a connector. He told me he'd call me back in 11 minutes.

I've got into the habit of adding people I don't know, preferably in the area that I'm in, on facebook to try to bulk up my facebook from my original 17 friends. I also am getting into the habit of not brutally bombarding them with sexual contexts as I have learned, that it seems fun, but it's not the way to go on facebook.

To be continued... Tired.



Writing continued, May 9th 2010.

Her name's Minx.

I intercepted her while adding random people. She left me a comment saying, "Well hello there," I commented back saying "Well hello hello." I usually leave my online facebook status offline so that people don't get the idea that I have way too much free time, which I do. I turned it on, and found her.

We talked about how our birthdays were so close to each other and what that means in zodiac relevance, and Immediately we started talking about really deep stuff. Not deep as in emotionally deep, but logically deep. As I was refraining from using a very sexual frame, we ended up talking about politics, and whether or not we would wipe off world hunger and famine or all war. I wish I had the chat history saved, but being that it was on facebook it got deleted.

She chose to wipe off all war because she felt that disease and famine need to happen, people need to die, and disease and famine are natural. My next question was actually if she preferred PB&J over smores, in which she replied that she likes PB&Banana's best, and that she does like smores despite that she's not a fan of marshmallows, with several suggestions, rice crispies, smores, and hot chocolate. She obviously couldn't make up her mind. The really big thing that she was really behind was flourishing the progression of school systems, and pushing knowledge. I can't remember her exact words but she felt like a lot of people do not learn anything from the present school system and that it was unfortunate. Since I felt that this was a close value to her, I brought up one of my very close values. I asked her whether she would push the school systems, or be able to wipe off all mentally handicap deficiencies. She still chose the school systems, because she felt that if the school systems were working up to a great potential, then we would find a cure to all of that. I kind of see where she's going, but if I had that wish today, right now, I would choose the latter. Education will always progress, whether fast or slow.

Alex never called. He said he would, and in someway I knew that he was going to flake. This is what happens when you don't have enough comfort, both with men and women. They flake.

* * * * * * *

It was about 9:34pm, the night was dark, the stars were out, and it was Friday. I wasn't at a club, I wasn't with friends, I was alone sitting in front of my computer, and somehow I felt like Minx was doing the exact same. She had told me earlier, that she's been out this whole week and today was sort of her off day. Even though that maybe true, PUA arts teach us that same excuse when it's evident that we're not busy on a Friday and obviously bored.

Jon: It's so pretty tonight. Tonight's one of those nights where you go to the beach and walk from bonfire to bonfire under pretty little stars.
HB: I live like 5 blocks from the beach.
HB: Where in Pacifica do you live.
Jon: What beach are you near.
HB: Ocean beach.
Jon: Oh, well that's not in Pacifica.
HB: Oh it's like 5 blocks though, I can literally walk to the beach from my house.
Jon: So how about it.
... there's a minor pause, the same pause that I hate, that follows after the obvious detrimental questions, where every second seems like an eternity.
Jon: I mean we did go to the same High School and we practically have the same birthday. We're practically cousins. (The Arts describe this technique to be disqualification.)
HB: Sure I'm down. lol.
Jon: What's your number.
HB: **********

I called her. She said the word, "gee," and I typed it with a question mark and heard her laugh over the phone.


* * * * * * *


Minx. I know I never really belonged anywhere back in High School being that I was a Cross Country runner, really built, emo, and coming from a Middle School in which I was suicidal. I really didn't fit into a ready High School persona. Minx on the other hand, was a punk girl, the type of girl who owns a hoody with the silhouette of a skeleton, has died her hair several colors, owns probably two beanies that she wears religiously, who's drawings look vividly like brightly colored yet almost as depressing as any Frida Kahloe painting, and has probably written some type of horrible poetry at some point of her life. Yet, almost always, these are the most interesting type of people. A deep portion of me can relate to that person.

I grabbed a cookie from home and stopped for gas on the way to my house. I ate half the cookie. I got lost on the way over to her house. Great Highway is a long road right next to where I want to be with no right turns. I wasn't going into this with the same mindset as I have so many times before. I wasn't going to push kino, sexually escalate, in hopes to progress into sex, I wouldn't even say I was going to slow play this. I hoped that today, I wouldn't let my physically demanding hopes get in the way, today, if I could only not kiss her, be friends, and earn that presence with her, I could hope that she wouldn't befall a hello goodbye type of history. The same history which has become regular to me, and which almost always is honestly very heart wrenching.

Minx walked out of her house a shadow amongst the midnight. I walked out of my car, the hazards clicking on and off, and met her in the middle of the street. I held my arms open for a hug as she wrapped her tiny arms around my back. We had that specific feeling built, a genuine feeling of, 'I feel like I've known you all my life,' sort of thing, and I wanted to keep that. I wanted to sustain that.

"I got you half a cookie..." I said as she sat into my car.
"Ooo cool!" Before I knew it, her bubbly cheeks were moving back and forth as she ate.

We talked over question games, a lot of ones I don't remember, and she replied saying that she always does this, plays question games. Every so often our easy flowing conversation was interrupted with standard direction enquiries. We talked about how there's a Great Highway, and the side street closest and parallel to it was also called Great Highway. We parked there, climbed up a small hill, got to the main Great Highway, crossed that, walked over dunes that none of us have ever walked over, and witnessed several people climbing on a metal structure that was erected on the beach.

"Maybe we could go ask them if they know Ned," I said. For a minute Minx looked, and for that moment she was actually thinking about it.

The plan was to come up to different random bonfires and say that I'm here with Ned. Ned being the guy that no one obviously knew. Plan B was to come up to those same bonfires and I would say I'm here with Minx, and she would reply by saying I'm here with Jon. It was GENIUS!

We walked on the border of the ocean, the part where the shore provides a slightly more petrified sand to walk on. Minx commented on the appearing of the stars and how they're usually not out. I pulled a routine out of my canned material, simply because the shores were perfect for it. I told Minx to stop for a second, to turn around, and as she did, I remembered the actual order of the routine. I told her that we need to walk first, and so we did.

"So picture this, you're in a white room with no windows or doors, how would you feel?"
"Excited!" Minx replied.
"What the hell?" I said in uncertainity.
"Yeah, well I'd feel excited."
"Okay," I said moving on, "What's your favorite animal?"
"Well that's a hard one," she said hesitating, "I would have to say either rabbits,..." a long series of random animals, "And banana slugs.
"Well if you had to pick one ultimate animal over all the rest, which one would it be," I said in reply to her trilogy.
With a hint of hesitation she replied with rabbits.
"What's your favorite color," I asked.
"Purple," she replied.
"Okay," I pulled her shoulder and turned her around facing the ocean, "Okay so you're standing here in front of this beach," I placed my hands directly over her eyes, "How do you feel?"
"... dark." She laughed.
"I mean, really, how do you feel feel."
"Cold." she replied.

I told her the answer to each one and what it means for her. I moved on and actually pulled the routine where she has to get say the wrong answer to every single question. I got her at question 4.

We talked about approaching different bonfires, but then found a bonfire that was sitting alone. We sat down and talked about people we use to know back at our same school. She knew this girl named Kate, a girl I actually dated last summer, who was thee most uptight, hard knuckled, virgin, who as one person said when I described her on TAF, that she was holding onto her vagina for dear life. She knew people that I knew, and talked about this one guy who I currently talk to a lot and go to his concerts. Story was that her brother dated one of his friends and he had a crush on her and ultimately professed it, but she was dating someone else. Something complicated, and I don't know.

There was a point where we were talking about stomachs. I forgot how we did. I forgot how we ended doing a lot of things. I remember pressing my nose against hers, and that happened. And I told her that I was really into stomachs and she sucked in and pulled up her shirt exposing her tummy, and I asked her politely if I could kiss her stomach. I pressed my lips on several parts around her belly button, and told her I had a boner. It was true. I had her kiss my stomach and she did. Then I reassured her that we were friends, and just friends.

There were nets on the beach, and we ended up playing on them. I laid on her stomach for awhile. I told her to lay on the net and picked her up by pulling up one side of it. It was a soccer goal. I then tried to cover her with layers of netting. The top of her buttcrack peaked open from the top of behind her jeans. Immediately I shoved amounts of sand through her backside. She moaned in anguished and laughed. We ended up sitting in front of another bonfire guessing what type of things we see in specific chucks of wood that were slightly ignited into orange specs.

"This is like perfect streaking time," I said.
"Yeah it is," she replied. Yeah, I wanted to see boobies, and yeah I wanted to see nakedness. Not that I was bored, I was having a jolly good time. But I just felt like doing something naked.

We walked out to the shore of the beach to get away from the bonfire people. We picked a spot far enough from the people to come steal our clothes, but close enough to see what were doing, but at the same time far enough so that they couldn't take a picture.

"I'm not doing it," Minx said as we picked the point where we would do it, and was ready in running position.
"Really," I replied.
"No."
Okay.

We ended up walking further some more.

"Okay, if I streaked, you have to flash the ocean..." I said making a deal.
Minx thought about it. And thought it about it some more, until she agreed.

(To be continued.)