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Bubble Lounge and the city

I have heard a lot about bubble lounge in downtown area. It's high end, yuppie, claiming expansive price tag (30% more expansive on any alcohol than regular club/bar). But man, how people crave high end: I walked in around 9:30 when it was relatively quiet, a few groups of people (mostly in mid 20 to late 30s range) were quietly mingling, bartenders have a lot time to entertain /serve everyone quickly; by 11:30pm it started to get crowded, by 12am, it's so busy you won't even get to the edge of the bar without waiting for 20 min.

I was in a relative good mood that day, having spent almost entire week in the city, I have to admit that I like the buzzing social theme everywhere I go: more stylish people, more mingling, more flirting, more life. Thursday nite at cat a girl named Elizabeth made out with me so intense that was something I have not done for quite a while. She was artsy type of girl, dark hair, hourglass body hidden in her low key sweater and skinny black jeans were pumped by her voluptuous leg, yet she looked fine. Her beautiful busty soft breasts pressed tightly against my body, when music and us were high, I buried my face into her milky breasts and almost forgot about everything else. "you are fine" she said to me. We danced, she cramped my leg underneath her split, I could not help to have a rush of blood into my manhood and it is so hard on against her thigh, I can feel the intense throbbing against her vagina through her tight Jeans, she enjoyed. "do you want to hang sometime?" I asked. She laughed "maybe". She asked "are you straight?" I told her "straight as arrow". I then slowly but firmly grabbed her booty, I felt her lust through her ample booty. She must have felt my hard on.

Another good news is I may finally take up an interesting job in the SoMa area and eventually move up to the city before the year end, quite exciting.

Going back to Friday's nite at bubble lounge, if Elizabeth was about sexual desire. Carmen is a whole new domain. Cute bartender served me very well with a pink Caribbean champagne in a sexy high leg glass, I was taking a few sips, looking around; A tall good looking white guy were with about 5 girls by the bar, seemingly on an afterwork happy hour; A penetrating flirtatious glimpse caught my escaping glance, I took about a second and moved my glance back at that glimpse: it was a pair of beautiful eyes of a dark featured (maybe partial Indian descent) girl among those 5 girls, intuitively, I raised closer my champagne to her and our glasses collided. "Cheers" we both said. I am not sexually attracted to Indian girls in generally although she was extremely americanized and very sexy. I moved my eyes on the other girls in that group and was immediately attracted by a petite, perky looking girl standing right next to me. It only seemed natural for me to raise my champagne to her since I just did same thing to her friend, so that is what I did. She was a bit caught off guard, nevertheless raised her glass to mine and we "cheered" and smiled, that opened up conversation. And guess what, she was drinking water only, I exchanged small talks. She studied International trade and currently works at a foreign consulate in downtown financial district. God, she is beautiful, in a way that I don't want to just fuck her, but have her as a real girlfriend. Her looks contain a bit asian flavor, very classy. However according to her, she is european all the way. In fact, her friend Hadi, a blonde girl standing next to her seemed a bit less shy and we exchanged names before carmen and I did. I then asked carmen "don't you know what my name is?" I half-laughing, she smiled "what is yours", "Grant" Hadi leaned over to her ears and told her. I like hadi, she seemed to sense that there is something going on between Carmen and I and she was happy to be matchmaker. Both of them drank water, I told her it looked sexy as "dirty martini" and Carmen smiled again. I also concluded "Friday is a nite for good girls, Saturday is for bad girls" they all laughed...great times.
I did not want to, mean to, intend to, but chemistry happened, that is how meeting people is supposed to be done.

By the time I hit home, I got an idea: I will send a bouquet of flower to Carmen.

posted by Road less travelled @ 1:52 PM