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I was sitting at the Kitty Kat Club's bar after band rehershal drowning in shots of some brown stuff--I just told the barkeep "gimme whatever that brown stuff is and keep it coming" so I don't know what the fuck it was--when Phoenix--oh hell we were off the clock--Kitt sat next to me and ordered himself a couple of beers. He comes on with a "Why so glum, chum?" and then says "Yeah, I'm gay," which I thought he was serious and I was all "I have no use for you, so begone, gay one." He says being with a gay guy is safe, that with me being a gal meant he wouldn't jump me (yeah I was getting deeply more depressed here XD) but said he wouldn't because he was still straight and actually a virgin. ... A virgin? A 26-year-old MALE virgin? ... Good thing I held back on the casual sex around that time. Jesus.
I mused that I lost my virginity when I was around 16 and only had 13 different kats (ooo, lucky number, eh Sid? X3 I knew it wouldn't work out but it you didn't even last the full six months! XD) and how I felt they would all fail because they either didn't like me enough to keep going or I couldn't feel a connection that clicked. Always after a guy to click with... At that point I was silently wondering if I should just go fully lesbian... but they're such TEASES. Anyway, Kitt said he wanted to lose his to someone he could trust and be patient with him, and gave me "old man" advice to be true to myself and that he'd be a friend not trying to get in my pants. ... I told the barkeep to leave the bottle. =_= He seemed somewhat offended and I explained that when a guy just wants to be friends with me it makes me feel like a supporting "cute" friend in a movie who doesn't get lucky. At that comment... he actually KISSED ME!! O_O I was all "WTF?!" but I didn't slap him (even though he said I could if he was too forward). I did blush, but I pinned the blame on the booze. After some reassurance he asked me out on a cheap date involving bowling and pizza. It had been a while... so I said sure.
The date was fine... 'cept he kept annoying me and called me "Lady." For that I beat him at bowling and videogames and shot my straw-wrapper at him, right up his nose! XD He walked me home, I gave him a little tour... I mentioned how stressed I've been and he said he'd postpone Lynxblade activities until at least the season was over... which seemed to me like a "I'll be sorry for it later" deal. He kinda changed the subject when he thought he could see activity going on in Crash and Kida's house, which I saw was just blowing leaves reflecting on the grass. I admitted I was a little bit of a voyeur and asked if I ever gave THEM a show, but I never had guys over often enough to do so (and when I was with Sid they were on vacation). One thing lead to another and before I knew it I was breaking my promise about defiling him on the first date... but he wasn't trying to keep me away. ... Well, let's just say he learned more from me than those porn tapes the other band members sneak over. *smirk*
So now we're in a "friends with benefits" relationship. I feel kinda bad because I'm worried it won't work out... nothing ever does. We've decided to keep this to ourselves until we're comfortable enough, or at least until I feel comfortable enough to calling us boyfriend and girlfriend. ... He did call me "Lady" again... and did he end up regretting it... Mwa ha ha.
- I am:
sleepy
I'm not sure what to look at him as; he's maybe five years older than me so sometimes he comes across as an authority figure to me. He tells me to behave while he's walking away and shit like "there will be no drugs in this band." All demanding in a "do what I say or else" kind of tone... although most of the time he says it with a smile and just expects me to do what he says. Other times he's just another one of my guy friends I like to hang out with, but usually the kind where they're already in a relationship and/or in that special kind of relationship. Apparently I'm not man enough to wear a strap-on for them. ... Ew, that was in poor taste.
Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, Phoenix. OK, so he's not gay, but he acts close enough to it I guess it's a somewhat natural instinct for me not to try anything with him. Still, I don't know why, but sometimes when I see him with another girl or talking about another girl with enough fondness I could feel a little... well, jealous I guess. I don't know what's the matter with me! I dunno, maybe I have enough fun with Phoenix as a friend that I don't want him going on about his girlfriend and how good the sex is. 9_9 Yeah, that's it.
If nothing else, I'm kinda annoyed that he introduced himself by both his stage name and real name... I had just then learned that his name is Kitt Darling. And this was to Skylar Parkyn, who I had passed some tickets to... and who turns out to be his sister. O_o What the FRAK? ... I guess I never bothered to ask what his real name is, but what the hell, if he introduces himself as Phoenix he might not want to give it out. Hmm, I wonder what nickname I'll get in the band, since everyone else has one. Well, I should go; I promised I'd pick up some lollipops and pocky for the next rehersal.
- I am:
chipper
Oooo baby, mama needs action... and she thinks she found a potential target, rawr. >3 Now, I'm gonna TRY to be a good girl and cut down on the casual sex... I mean, normally when I'm looking for action I know the person maybe 30 minutes before I get frisky and we end up somewhere private where I happen to have the appropriate line of protection handy. I should make a bigger commitment before I just bone the next piece of hot ass that happens by... I should at least wait for the second meeting. ... Yeah, that sounds good. The third date rule is so overdone.
So I went for my audition, to fill in the bass position in the band Lynxblade at the KittyKat Club on Saturday. I met with the members of the band, the only member I knew the name of was Phoenix, who was the drummer and the one I had left a voicemail to. Lemme tell ya, he is way hotter than I imagined, which is something since I was almost instantly hooked on his British accent (I must have a fetish for guys with accents, which could explain Cam and Som...). He's got this mess of blond hair that looks like it's dirty but I can tell it's not, and these really pretty eyes that just... erm, where was I? Yeah, I didn't read much personality off the guitarist and the singer was the "bitcher and moaner" of the group. We ad-libbed a bit on the playing, seeing how I did... for not playing for a few years I was pretty kick-ass, the rest of the band thought so too. :3
The one who makes the decision of whether I'm in or not, it turns out, befalls not the singer but Phoenix, who turns out to be picky, or should I say a perfectionist? He worries about the band's status and image and unique-ness. He hopes a new bassist would freshen things up. Who knows? Maybe having a she-kat in a band of toms would help out... heh, although he thought I was a tom for most of the time I was there, so I had to reassure him that I wasn't a gay tom flirting with him... although he sometimes DOES come off as gay, if not a little bit frilly like he was raised by his mother. Eh, I was raised by my father and I'm more like a tom than a she-kat so it makes sense. We got to know each other a little bit while we had some hot chocolate in the VIP room... he seemed turned on when I downed it all. >3
Phoenix seems like a real nice guy, probably too good for me, but I look forward to working with him and the rest of the band. Yeah, I was accepted as the bassist, and I should really get re-aquainted with my bass. Who knows? Bands get a lot of admirers; I might meet Mr. Right in the crowds one day... I just hope they realize I'm a she-kat before I realize they're gay.
- I am:
artistic
Julie's very cute... but she said no to the threesome. Bummer. Som waved a paw at me, signaling "5 minutes" or something to let 'em finish, I assumed, or let the poor girl calm down from a panic attack. I took the liberty of using his bathroom while they did... whatever. I don't know if they got anything done; the way Julie was freaking at my appearance--the ex-friend-with-benefits and all--I doubt she could get frisky again. Afterwards I talked Som into tuning my bass and we continued our usual teasing which could pass off as flirting (such as me eating a banana and Som asking me not to use my teeth and joking about modeling a wonderbra) which Julie seemed to take seriously, as she ran out of the apartment without a word.
I cursed myself out as I ran after her, but I couldn't see her so I just called out that there's nothing going on between Som and I, even when we were going out all that was going on was sex, it's only teasing with nothing behind it, and that I had no intention of stealing someone's boyfriend. Y'know, if you're trying to make friends that's the last thing you should do, y'know? She seemed to believe that and we went back into the apartment, where we had snacks while Som tuned the bass. She burnt some berr pancakes which Som and I ate to be polite... I've got a tough stomach, but geez... @_@ I look forward to meeting her again though; just hope she doesn't burn something next time.
- I am: cheerful
... She makes musings in her journal... at least that's what I do when I have no one to play with. XD It's been so quiet in the neighborhood lately. ... ... ... I am getting boooooooored!! SOMEBODY FRAK ME!!! ... ... OK, I can feel eyes glaring at me even through cyber-space, but what can I say? Those ads in the paper are expensive. X3
I haven't seen much of Crash and Kida since they got married, although I think I overheard a conversation of theirs... I think they were drawn in by the World of Warcraft blood cult where they sacrifice virgins with bad acne and Star Trek fetishes, especially the ones where they point out one of those guys having a boner in a scene. I never believed in, what are they called, MMORPGs? What's that stand for? "Many More Overweight Role Playing Game?" I've heard that WoW is really addicting; I saw a video game show doing a skit where a girlfriend introduced WoW to her boyfriend to keep him from hounding her about sex. After a while she asks for some and he's like "Nuu, I'm leveling up my Porn Star by battling the dickhead Rapewing" or some shit. That's... that's just wrong. I'm not saying that's what happened to Crash and Kida... maybe they're still in the honeymoon phase, I don't know. It's amusing to think that, though.
I haven't really been able to see Sid too much lately either, another source of my boredom as I'm not getting laid. He's probably busy at work or found another friend with benefits, which is fine either way, but it clears up my social calender considerably! Som had been sick with the flu for the past week so I couldn't go and torment him either. Everyone else I don't know well enough to be all "Hey let's go blow shit up at the beach," although I did get an invitation from Bevan for Som and I to play football at the beach. That'll be fun.
Meanwhile I've got a date next Saturday... well, not really a "dinner-movie-shag" kind of date. I saw this ad in the paper about this band Lynxblade, regulars at the Kitty Kat Klub, looking for a new bass player. I used to play the bass so I left a message on this guy's, Phoenix, voice mail. He called back and set up an appointment.... he sounds British. Hot. I bet he'd be a good singer. ... Yes, I can sing; don't you worry about mirrors cracking and alley cats committing suicide. So... you know... chill out.
Hmm, I guess that's all for now... Although Som just left me a text saying he's better and he's invited me over to hang out. Yay, another date on my social calender! Now if only his Jules would commit to a threesome...
- I am:
bored
You have 2 new messages:
BEEEEEEEEP
Hi there, Phoenix, this is Toni Blake, I'm calling in regards to your ad in the paper, about the bassit position in Lynxblade? Well, I played bass for my band for about 6 years back in junior high and high school. That was 3-4 years ago but that's a lot of experience. It's just like riding the village bike--erm, I mean riding a bike... just need to get it tuned, which I'll do now. Before I lose space my number is 555-00--
BEEEEEEEEP
Hi, Toni Blake again. I must've been rambling, sorry. ^^; My number is 555-0066. I'll be out today but go ahead and leave a message. Hope to hear from you! <3
BEEEEEEEEEP
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- I am:
crazy
What's wrong with me? I can't help being the way I am... no mother figure growing up, your father dating lots of women to fix that, flirting and crud right in front of me... I was tactless back then, too. I picked up the bad habits by watching him and his dates... but that's not really an excuse, is it? I do enjoy sex, but that's NOT what I'm looking for. I just want a nice tom who can put up with me and my quirks and who makes me feel... like I should... like a she-kat.
What scares me most... is that I may end up like my parents; getting pregnant and marrying the father just to have the kitten in wedlock, and end up unhappy because we don't click. ... And then Mom jumped off a bridge.
- I am: crappy
Hello, kitties! Welcome to my first journal entry! Now I could fill out a personal ad right here, but I already put one in the Gazette. So, I guess I'd rather PAY someone to tell hem about myself than to write it here for free. ... Yeah, I'm smart. X3
OK, so Som came over to my place last night. I should say now we used to be together, kinda. A year ago he basically used to be my "friend with benefits" and was also looking for someone he can click with. He seemed somewhat jealous that I mentioned I had a new "friend with benefits" in Sid, but since he's in his "horny" cycle it's only for another 5 months or so. To be fair I'm kinda jealous Som's with a girl named Jules, mainly that she doesn't want to share... >3 although Som says he'll try to talk her into a threesome.
Anyway Som came to me looking for advice, trying to get a girl's opinion (whatever I may have to offer). He seemed to have a problem whether or not to settle into a commitment. He literally said "How do you fall out of love?" Really he wasn't sure what he wanted; advice to dump her or to just say the L word. I reminded him that I've never actually been in love so I just took example from TV sitcoms. "Does your heart smile when she smiles?" "Do the sappy love songs on the radio make you feel you relate to the lyrics?" Hee hee hee, I swear Som looked like he was having a panic attack. So I asked various questions like if she was clingy or had bad habits, that kind. Seems to me he found them tolerable; he's just worried about committing or not.
Mm, yeah I'm jealous he's actually found someone he can click with... and I told him that in a relationship sometimes you have to change, and may even like the new you. I just haven't found someone like that--IS THAT THE PHONE?! ... No, just the TV. Fuck. -_-; Someone answer my ad, DAMMIT! ... Oh yeah, anyway, after some other crud (like I letting it slip that I knew Cameron before, but that's for another LJ) I told Som to wait it out a little longer to see if it's love or not and if he can be happy with her, at least six to eight months before you can call it "love." Som seemed to accept that.
Heh, we flirted a little, some teasing... and if he ever did break it off with Jules that I'm a shoulder to cry on... and a bed to lay in, whether rubbers are involved or not being his call. He liked that, said I always seemed to know the right thing to say, even if slightly inappropriate. Heh, I'll muse about that later in another journal. Som and I made a pact that if we're still lonely after 10 years we'll hook up properly. I doubt it'll actually happen, but what the hell, I said "deal." I do hope it goes well for Som, and me too. PHONE! REAL THIS TIME! ... ... Just my Dad. He's inviting me for dinner. May as well go. ... My phone number is 555-0066. :3 Call me! <3<3<3
- I am: flirty
