#fail - The ups and downs of failure

[whacky]

Hey everyone!

I've finally decided to indulge myself in the world of literature. I will be descriptively writing about my encounters with two girls whom I failed to get into bed with. I'm pretty sure my stories, which are all based on my own experiences, would be of great interest to many of you. Pretty much everything I write is what actually happened to me.

If you have any questions pertaining to each story of mine, feel free to post them here or PM me.

~ Bro whacky

[whacky]

Girl M and I are mutual friends with a female friend of ours studying at my university in England. Girl M and our female friend have known each other since their pre-university days. The three of us are Singaporeans.

Students in the UK tend to travel around the country or fly off to European cities during their term breaks as it gets damn boring staying in your town while all your friends are happily travelling. M was studying in another region in England (I won’t specify where) and in March, she travelled 2 hours to my university to visit our female friend during her term break.

When M and I met, we didn’t talk to each other at all. I noticed that she was exceptionally quiet and kept staring at her phone, frequently messaging her close circle of friends back at her uni. I also noticed that she loved dressing up (Korean-style, Japanese-style, White girl-style….) and taking cute selfies of herself. Every instagram picture of hers looks so different in the sense that you would think that each photo in her instagram profile was of a different girl. To be honest, at this point in time, I barely liked M as she gave me the impression that she was anti-social and not out to make any friends. Nevertheless, I formally introduced myself to her.

As for myself, I tend to be painfully silent within even my group of close friends but super chatty on a one-to-one/one-to-two basis. I was the noisy, boisterous, loud and outgoing sort of person back in my secondary school (the kind who loved organising events, disturbing teachers and schoolmates as well as volunteering to be class chairman) but things changed dramatically when I reached my second year of JC. Being an RP during my NS days meant spending weekends in camp which also reduced opportunities for social interaction. Eventually, I became less comfortable in group settings and a bit reclusive in some aspects, preferring instead to meet people on a one-to-one basis.

Nothing much happened between M and I during this trip, apart from occasional questions we asked each other about the lifestyles in our towns as well as comparisons made between studying our course (yes, we were enrolled in the same course) at her uni as compared to mine. My Singaporean mates at my uni kept teasing me about my supposed love interest in her but I can honestly tell you that I had no such attraction towards her, apart from fucking her of course!

After M took the train back to her university, I suddenly sensed a deep feeling of emptiness within me. Was it a feeling of intense lust, pure love or an in-between, I asked myself. Honestly, I could not tell which was the case. I really missed M’s carefree attitude and her love for partying and fun in general. Yes, I love my friends in uni but this girl had left a mark on me. I was eagerly awaiting her next trip back to my university. Although there was barely any interaction between M and I during this first trip of hers, I was eager to get the ball rolling!

To be continued…

[whacky]

As you all are aware of, this year’s Singapore Day (SG Day) was held in London. I was reluctant to head down to London just to spend 4 hours in a park filled with hundreds of Singaporeans but decided to make the trip since my friends in uni wanted to celebrate our mate’s birthday in one of the world’s best nightclubs in London. And I couldn’t resist the free hawker food that was going to be served during the event.

I arrived in London after a long coach trip from my town. It was my first time in London and I couldn’t help noticing how different it was from my town in England. It was so much busier, bigger, densely populated and felt more like Singapore than the place where I was studying at. After getting lost in the London Underground train system (the Tube), I finally reached the SG Day venue at 1pm. SG Day turned out to be a big disappointed as I had to queue up for more than an hour for a small plate of roti prata and another hour for two small plates of chicken rice. As there were so many people in Victoria Park, the mobile network had crashed which meant I couldn’t contact anyone or surf the internet while queuing up for food. I was itching to leave the venue, looking forward instead to clubbing and celebrating my mate’s birthday that night.

As you all probably would have expected, girl M was at the SG Day venue too. Instead of hanging out with people from her uni, she was hanging out with my uni friends and I. When I asked her why this was the case, she told me she did not really want to be with the Singaporeans from her uni as they were the judgmental, bitchy and unwelcoming sort of people. She might of course have been biased though, since I know some of the Singaporeans from her uni who are nice to me.

Once we left the venue at 5pm, M and I were walking together talking about London and the clubbing we both were looking forward to that night. At night, she made her way to the nightclub early on her own as she wanted to meet some of her friends first before joining us.

By the time my friends and I entered the nightclub it was almost midnight. M was badly drunk and dancing alone. She recognised me and grabbed my hand, probably as a sort of ‘hey dude!’ gesture. M obviously did not know what was going on as she had lost her sense of inhibition. Our mutual female friend was pretty upset and worried for M as it is not uncommon for girls (especially Asian girls since they’re considered exotic in a majority-White country) to be groped, molested and even raped. In fact, the nightclub we were at had a dodgy sort of vibe where random people kept circling us, trying to touch our female friends and eyeing our pockets.

M and our mutual female friend eventually left the rest of us early as the latter felt uncomfortable in the nightclub. The rest of us stayed till 8am (only in Europe!) when the club closed for that night (or morning, rather).

When my friends took the train back to our town, I was left with M. Both of us were taking the coach back to our town. As we had a couple of hours to kill, M invited me for shopping. I politely refused her offer and headed to the coach station. After I left her, I sort of regretted that decision as I had missed an opportunity to get to know her on a one-to-one basis.

When I was at the coach station, M texted me saying that she was coming over to my university town the following week. I was delighted upon receiving that news, as it meant that I could spend some time with her. I told myself to eagerly await her second trip.

To be continued….

[Bluerabbit]

First one reporting in.