This is a documentation of ignored hunches…because that whole “those who do not study history are doomed to repeat it…” thang.
Long time readers will know that last Friday was in no WAY the worst Tokyo walk…that honor goes to the Ball-Peen Hammer Girl.
I wheeled my gig suitcase to the train Friday night. Inside were a few extras: my contact solution, a change of clothing, make-up remover and stuff one might use if one were planning on having sex. I forgot to pack my cel charger cord and realized, going out the door, that my batteries were getting low. I took no photos on the train.
I’d assumed that I’d keep the make-up on for a while (after freshening up after I performed) because I know guys dig the occasional kick of me all glammed up. I was dressed nicely for two reasons: I always make sure to look like an off-duty bellydancer when showing up to gigs (people want to see the dancer arriving and departing looking pretty, not wearing jeans and flannels) and for date-ish night.
The crowd at A... was good: good tables, very enthusiastic Tunisian man who kept shouting out praise in a language I don’t speak, a tri-lingual Korean girl my age who sometimes need entertainment for banquettes she organizes at some international organization who talked me up and got my card, good waitstaff as always, and the owner had no special need of the week to bug me with.
After I danced I stayed for food a bit because Pretty Boy wasn’t getting off work for about 30 more minutes. In past weeks he’d asked me to come over and I’d blown him off for the slightest reason…often just not wanting to kill 20 minutes of time when I could easily do so. There were many reasons I could think of why I hadn’t seen him since early April: not much in common, had felt the last-minute booty call texts were a bit presumptuous, hadn’t appreciated the one week wait to hear from him after the first time we’d had sex, had found him reluctant to talk about STD status one time and had had to lecture him on acting like an adult about sex and how adults talk about things like this without pressure because it’s part of having an adult sex life…
But, I figured it had been “fun enough” so I agreed to Friday. I have stated before and will state again that I do not make poor judgement calls when I am drunk, because I am always aware that drinking will impair my judgement. I make poor judgement calls when I am bored.
Friday night tiny things began to bother me on a larger level. ( I still can't believe the fetal position! )