Do all Indian women wear the same perfume?

Before I get into my weekend a quick comment on condoms. Why is it that every time I open and put on a condom it's upside down? Guys know what I'm talking about. You open the wrapper and put the rubber on your dick, but as you go to roll it down you realize it's on wrong and no amount of force or maneuvering will ever make the condom go on more than one inch. This happens to me almost every time. According to the theory of probability and Law of Large Numbers I should be able to correctly guess the top 50% of the time. Billion dollar casinos are built on the very same theories at play here, yet they seem not to apply when my penis is involved. Can't Trojan devise some method to distinguish the top on the condom? Something glow-in-the-dark, or perhaps braille.

Sorry, just venting a little there.

Bear came over Friday night. We had a late night session and one early in the morning. She lingered a little long the next day, though. I had things to do and she was lounging around sipping her coffee.

Saturday afternoon I had planned on having some friends over to watch football and I had invited Poonani as well. However, a few people couldn't make it so I kind of called it off. Poonani texted me and asked if people were still coming over and I said no. She asked if I had plans for that night, which I didn't, so we picked a bar on U Street and met up at 9pm. I showed up at the bar in jeans, an old t-shirt (which I would later regret), and a pair of ratty Asics. Poonani showed up in tight jeans, heals, and a skimpy backless top that left very little to the imagination. We clearly weren't on the same page.

While we were having drinks Poonani was very touchy-feely, she kept touching my arm, or my knee while we talked. I was getting all kinds of signs from her, but I wasn't giving any back, I am trying to keep this on a platonic level. It's not that I am not attracted to Poonani, I just want to see if I can have an attractive female friend without having sex with her.

Side Note: Do all Indian women wear the same perfume? All the Indian chicks I know smell the same, and I'm not saying that in a sarcastic way, I mean literally. I think they wear the same perfume. I'll do a little experiment, I will ask what kind Poonani wears and compare it to another girl I know here who is from India.

Poonani and I eventually ended up at 16th Street Lounge (her choice) where we had a beer and were dancing a little. While we danced we came very close to kissing, but I pulled away and made believe I didn't notice what almost happened. Apparently she doesn't take rejection well because she then bit my neck, hard. I said "What was that for?", to which she replied "No reason.".

Side Note II: While we were dancing I picked up a really strong BO odor. When Poonani looked away I tucked my nose into the neck of my shirt and took a big pull through my nose. It wasn't me. I looked around, but there really wasn't anyone that close to us. Not long after Poonani said "I'm really sweating, I can smell my pits." I don't mind when chicks sweat. Actually, I enjoy sweaty sex, and having sex after a good workout, but there's something about hearing a girl say "my pits" that is kind of a turn-off. It was not the end of the world, just a little distracting.

Around 2:15 we left the bar and I walked Poonani home. By this time we were both pretty buzzed, so when I said good night we ended up making out a little on her front steps. Things could have taken a severely poor turn here if she had invited me up to her place, but luckily she didn't. At about quarter of three I said good night and start looking for a cab.

Since we had been in doors most of the night I hadn't noticed that the temperature had dropped until I started walking around the streets trying to hail a cab. Since it was late and all the bars were letting out I couldn't find an empty cab. I tried a few different corners and even a gas station, but they were all full. I wasn't sure when the Metro stopped running so I thought it would be a good idea to get on a train before three. It would take me over an hour to walk home from U Street, something I wasn't anxious to try in 50-degree weather wearing only a t-shirt.

I was lucky and caught a Metro to Union Station. From Union Station it is about a fifteen minute walk to my house. I tucked my arms into my shirt and walked towards home as quickly as I could. A few blocks into my walk I caught up to a girl who was going in the same direction as me. As I got closer to her I tried to be as loud as possible so I didn't scare her, but I wasn't quite loud enough. When I was just two feet behind her she did a little jump-spin-run-karate-chop move that I think scared me twice as much as I did her. When she calmed down she looked at me and saw that I had no arms, and got frightened even more than the first time. I looked at her and said "I'm cold. I should have worn a jacket. I didn't. That is why I have no arms." and just kept walking. A few seconds later I heard her laughing.

When I got home I put on a sweatshirt, a wool hat, and made myself a giant egg and cheese sandwich.