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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

the one who got sloshed during sex

just like drinking and driving, coloured and white undergarments or perhaps green tea and Chivas, sex and alcohol should never mix. they never make good bedfellows. of course, this rule is absolutely negligible if you can still maintain your dignity in public despite the fact that you are already 75% wasted. i can. i just smoke two extra cigarettes in a row to bring up the nausea levels a notch and puke my way to liberation. of course that requires walking all the way to the toilet and looking for a cubical in the first place. which is quite a feat when all you wanna do is lie on the floor and sleep.

but obviously, some others cannot control themselves when they are high (NB: high only, not drunk yet!). and Mr Raffles-Berkeley is one of them.

i just had the most disappointing sex last night.

it was a really nice gesture that he SMSed me 10 hours after he touched down from the States. he claimed that he wasn't that jet-lagged. plus, he was feeling very 'frisky' (that's what he MSNed me). so i agreed to meet him in town at 11.30pm. and we would overnight at a hotel 81. yah, it's so damn sleazy i know.

Mr Raffles-Berkeley (just to do a recapitulation) is some random guy i met at the spa in April this year. i had a major crush on him because he was every bit my kinda guy. educated, rich, relatively hunky, tattooed and a Rafflesian. of course, for every talent in a guy, comes an equal number of drawbacks. he has a really bad fashion sense (despite the fact that he lives just on the outskirts of town). he likes wine (i don't fancy wine). he's an uber-lazy creep. he's not much of a talker (curiously, he talks a lot during sex). but still, he's bloody good at sex and prolly one of the few guys i will let poke my butt. and yes, i still do have that crush on him.

and i have no idea why, but Mr Raffles-Berkeley seems to need alcohol to kick-start his sex. the sex at the spa was the best. i'm thinking it was because there wasn't any alcohol involved. the next sex at his house was shortlived. and yesterday's sex... don't get me started. before i can even finish this sentence, he would have orgasmed already. we polished off a bottle of wine in like 10 mins. i brought along my bottle of 42 below and we had another 3 shots. from the bottom of my taste buds, i hate wine. it tastes like cardboard that has been preserved for years. whenever i drink wine, i can't help thinking of ancient women in Jesus' time, stomping on grapes and squeezing the juice out. blame it on Sunday school. but it achieves the desired effect. he claimed that it was a bottle of $96 wine. i didn't get to see the label on the bottle. and i'm no oenophile.

the sex was good. and very short-lived. it was more like a quickie actually. within like 40 minutes, we were done with the foreplay (i did most of it), the licking (i did most of the work), the blowing (i did 95% of it) and the butt-pokes (that's the only thing he did). and normally, post-sex interaction would be the fun bit for me. you can insert witty sexual innuendos while inserting your thing into someone else's thing. apparently, yesterday's conversation which was supposed to be an emotional one went something like that:

(lazing around in bed)

Me: that was really great sex.

Mr. R-B: yeah, it was great.

Me: you know, i'm wondering why you would ask me out for sex right after a 21 hour flight back to Singapore.

Mr. R-B: well yeah, i was kinda frisky.

Me: hmmm... makes me wonder too. you're one of the few guys that have access to my butthole.

Mr. R-B: hmmm....

Me: that kinda means you're special. don't you think so?

Mr. R-B: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

this is so damn irritating. killer of the night. he was basically snoring just as i was about to get around to things. i was pretty pissed. cos it's not the first time that something like that happened. and during sex, you're supposed to reciprocate. i haven't even came yet. and he went to wash up already. what a bummer right? i spent the rest of the night sleeping in his arms, underneath the uncomfortable Hotel 81 bed sheets.

the next morning i just wanked while he did some semi-arousing thing that i couldn't even remember.

breakfast was a bland meal of duck rice at the kopitiam opposite the hotel. the alcohol was still in my system. there wasn't much conversation. just bland words that passed off as interaction. he took the train home. i took the bus. it was a rather depressing bus ride home.

why do the guys you put your hopes in almost alway fail you?

posted at 4:50 pm by the nurse | Permalink |

16 Comments:

'cuz those guys are always the ones who can excite you. most of the time.

nice read. will come back to visit.

but i'm jus curious. medical field is so small (my sis's a nurse herself..), shouldn't u be taking off your picture should anyone who knows you (professionally) reads here? afterall, this is singapore: too small and too narrow minded.

just a thought though :D

cheers
By sÞ¡ηηєє, at 7:23 pm

i'm out. i'm loud. and quite proud. so like i always tell people who ask me this: gay then gay lor.
helps to be thick-skinned too.
By the nurse, at 8:31 pm

Its Crodocile not Lacoste btw...

Hmm!! I dunno what is so special being a Rafflesian that makes people think we are "special" in every way...

I gotta admit that being a Rafflesian myself, theres a prestige tag to it...People think we are good in all things but hell no...We have our flaws too aye...

Lol..i know this tag is not that relevant to your post but i cant help thinking when you mentioned that because he was a Rafflesian, thats why you likes him..

Just my thought...
By Some One's Blog, at 10:45 pm

i actually liked him more when i first met him. i have this thing going for nerds and being a nerd myself, i could associate with him in more ways than one. anime, indie bands, tech geek stuff. throw in the rafflesian factor, it somehow gives him this greenish-white aura around him. so am i liking him for the rafflesian effect or simply liking him for him?

i guess i just like him (for the sex).
By the nurse, at 11:27 pm

feels abit like the other time I had sex with C, you know, trying to get all emotional post-coital. but i learnt my lesson thereafter. no lovey dovey after sex.

that being said though, if the sex is so bad, then maybe you should stop crushing on him, idea eh?

anyways you sound like u'd made a great bitching partner, haha. got MSN?
By Skye, at 12:28 am

The Rafflesian is back and still disappointing where it matters.

I signed up for a blogger acct just so I can reply to ur posts. its called www.justforthesakeofcommenting.blogspot.com
-sheena-
By shehurts, at 10:23 am

Jon... life is too short for bad f**ks. Save yourself for someone who really wants you. For every one grumpy lousy R-B top, there are 10 appeciative and grateful Rafflesian who will be glad to be your loving bottom.
Good on you for being out and proud! Luv ur blog!
By Colin, at 6:02 pm

thanks sheena, i need to sign up for an ihaventseenyousinceyoujoinedthedancefloor.blogspot.com account too.

and skye skye skye. i read your C post. so sad. but sex is better when there are no strings attached. on the contrary, the heart and its emotions are very delicate things. tough call. i'll MSN you privately.

and thanks for dropping by colin. maybe i should lower my standards and aim for the neighbourhoods instead. the heartlands. why? because they got heart.
By the nurse, at 7:07 pm

Forget it, you are just a butt-hole... A toy for him to cum... Sorry, but it sounds like that's the case for me...
By Justikanz, at 2:25 pm

i think so too. but then again, i'm in denial.
By the nurse, at 12:59 am

Just make sure you enjoy it. Else, get your enjoyment from someone else... Serious... Not healthy leh... ;)
By Buaya, at 9:01 am

SHHHHhHHhHh!!

Elson must have spilled the poison. Well I humiliated myself thoroughly.

dont see me often read my blog la. We shld go picture taking sometime.
By shehurts, at 9:14 am

i haven't met up with elson in like eons. he got bf already lah. and they are pretty much in love (as evidenced by the wierd names they give each other; cheena toad and melayu toad).
as for picture taking, we really need to go out soon. can you organize something? cos i'm not really kum-cheng enough with your dancers to rally them for an outing.
By the nurse, at 9:46 am

By and large, people don't get money by being nice. Selfish has worked well for a long time for the ruling classes. Sorry Jon, you are letting yourself be used. *sigh* ...and in passing ignoring lots of nice guys.
By Anonymous, at 6:09 am

aw! u like potato issit?

tea
By Anonymous, at 1:16 am

hey jon =) long time no see -
got directed to this entry by a friend who thought i would find this interesting. haha..

we should get a coffee to catch up or something lol. hit me up on facebook or email if you wanna.

PS. you should start ur blog up again - i like the way you write

- ian
By Unknown, at 5:45 pm