Trick or Treat

Halloween party at Che NN was a good time on Friday, though the weather didn't fully cooperate and everyone was a bit water logged by the end of the night from the steady mist. It was a little tense for me because both Bear and Poonani were in attendance, but I was happy to see that Kay never showed up.

I spent the night bouncing around the party making sure ice and booze were well stocked, but also trying to keep Bear and Poonani apart. Bear was under control, but Poonani got hammered and was coming on pretty strong. At one point I complimented Poonani on her boots, which had a band of fur around the top (she was an indian for Halloween - feather, not dot - which was ironic since she is from India), to which she replied "I have fur in another place that I can show you later." It's not often that I am at a loss for words, but she threw me off enough with that comment that I just took a sip of my beer and walked away while she giggled. Poonani and I have this thing where we make lots of sexual innuendos to each other. The goal seems to be to out shock the other person. She is winning.

I am going to try and go out with Poonani this week and have a chat with her about what it is that we're doing together. I don't want to mislead her.

In the end, Poonani's friends poured her into the back seat of their car and drove her home. Bear spent the night but I'm growing tired of her. Again she lingered a bit too long in the morning. I think the rule should be that from the time you wake up, you are allowed to stay 15 minutes for each time you had sex with the person. For instance, if you take a girl home from the bar and have sex three times, and you wake up at 9am, she has to be out of your house by 9:45am. I think that's more than fair.

Saturday night I went to a house party in Columbia Heights. Bear was out with her friends, though she did try to meet up late night by texting me at 2am, but I never responded to that. Poonani was in the neighborhood at another party and sent me a few texts to see if I wanted to meet up, but I didn't respond to her either because of Madonna.

Madonna was a girl I met at the house party who was obviously wearing a Madonna costume. There were actually a couple of cute girls at the party, including one very tattooed yoga instructor, but Madonna walked up to me out of the blue and said "Nice costume, want to trade?". I was in a one-piece gorilla costume, and Madonna had on a corset, tutu, black leggings, and a bunch of jewelery. I said "Absolutely!", and we went upstairs into the bathroom.

Madonna: Madonna is 26, blond, with a pretty nice body. She's tall, probably 5'9", slender but fairly muscular. Madonna was cute and the life of the party.

It's pretty much a foregone conclusion you are going to have sex with someone after you strip naked and exchange clothing, so it actually takes a lot of pressure off the night. What I mean is, once we were naked together we both relaxed and could enjoy the rest of the night. We swapped costumes, hung out at the party for two more hours, then I said "So, I have a hot tub, want to go back to my place and take a dip?". She said sure, and within 15 minutes we were in a cab on our way back to my place.

Actually, there was one catch in getting Madonna to come home with me, and that was getting her older sister out of the picture. The sister had clearly taken her role as "Enforcer" for the night very seriously. At 2am the sister said she was leaving, so when Madonna said she was going to stay a major sibling spat ensued. Madonna won out and the sister stormed off home alone. Sometimes I think the enforcer, the girl who makes sure all her girls make it home safe at night, become the enforcer because they don't get enough attention from men. It's like the first step in becoming a lesbian. Honestly, why do they care if their girl friends hook up?

Back at my house Madonna and I spent an hour in the hot tub then moved inside at about 4 am. The sex was pretty mundane, nothing special to report except that Madonna has a HUGE bush. What's going on? I really don't approve of this trend at all. I may go on strike and not go down on any girl with a hairy chooch. We didn't get out of bed until 2pm the next day, at which point I told her I had to be in Georgetown at 3 to help a friend move. This was a lie to get her out of bed, which she didn't seem in a hurry to do. We got coffee and I drove her home. Ironically, she lived about 100 feet from my ex, Rojo. As she was giving me directions to her condo I was getting a little nervous. With my luck they would know each other.

Last night Bear sent me a text that said "Pinocchio!". I asked her how her night was, and she never explained the "liar" reference. I never lied to her, so I don't know what she's talking about.

Yesterday I was walking the hound and I saw Dog Girl go into a house right on my block. I was shocked, how could a girl as cute as her move into my neighborhood without me noticing? I could hit her house with a baseball from my porch. The downside is I recall that one day I saw a Ducati parked in the front courtyard of the house she lives in. I would like to believe that it is hers, but in reality there aren't many girls that ride 1000cc Ducati's. More likely it's her boyfriend's.

I have no idea what I'm doing at this point. I'm seeing one girl I don't like, I'm involved in something with a girl I don't want to hook up with, and now I'm hooking up with a girl I don't want to be involved in something with.

Side Note: How can women lose so much hair without being bald? Bear's hair is all over my house and now there are blond hairs everywhere. I think it's a way for women to mark their territory. It's like when bull moose use their antlers to scratch the bark off trees, it warns other moose to stay away.