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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 205: Teetotaling Grimm and the Drunken Maiden

August 12, 2014

 

So Saturday was my birthday and people got me some presents, but they respected my wishes and didn’t do anything big.  I went out for lunch with my parents because if I didn’t see my mom on my birthday, then she’d get upset.  My aunt tagged along because she was visiting from out of town.  She kept pointing out steak and pork and chicken dishes for me and I had to keep saying that I’m vegetarian.  Finally it sunk in and she said, sounding very Italian, “what’s wrong with you, you don’t eat meat, a man should eat meat, you need meat.”

“I don’t need meat.”

“Maybe you should have some meat, Valente.”  My mom out of nowhere decided to reconsider my vegetarianess.

“I don’t need meat, Mama.”

I decided on pasta primavera, because at least it was Italian and that satisfied my aunt.  For dessert, they had the staff of the restaurant come over and sing to me.  There’s the center of attention thing that I don’t like, but it was a thoughtful gesture.

Other than that, I got Gary Oldman (II) some new toys and treats because it was her birthday too, and I took the night off from work to spend the day and evening alone.  It feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve had solitude of any quantity and/or quality.  I was feeling pretty good about myself, confident, assured in my accomplishments and responsibility, so I believed I was capable of going into a bar and not drinking.  I just wanted the bar scene, it’s been so long.  There’s something comforting about it, being surrounded by people who are having a good time, some of them acquaintances, many of them strangers, and myself alone seated at the bar watching them all, getting perspective on things.  Yet usually I’d be drinking whiskey or beer or both and I’d end up shitfaced and my perspective only involved being able or unable to present myself sober, while others probably saw me as drunk off my ass.  Perspective.

Anyway, I was good, I didn’t drink, and that was awesome.  I sat at the bar and I got apple juice and tonic water on ice, which is as close to whiskey as I could think to have.  More tonic water than apple juice though because otherwise it would be too sweet.  I didn’t want nonalcoholic beer because it’s too close to the real thing, and like I said before, there’s an element of dissatisfaction with it.  Since it’s so close, there’s the anticipation of the alcohol in your blood which just isn’t there.  Being in a bar with that lack of gratification wouldn’t be a good idea.  But yeah, I was good, I didn’t drink, I was teetotaling Grimm.

Then this girl came up to the bar beside me to order a drink.  She was pretty cute and while she was waiting for her Sex on the Beach, no pun intended, she glanced at me.  At first it was one of those passive looks that girls give to guys in bars, which suggests they’re acknowledging a presence, but it’s more of a looking-right-through-you kind of notice.  But I nodded a subtle greeting and then her eyes allowed her to see me and she kind of lit up and said, “hi!”  I turned to be sure she wasn’t talking to someone behind me because it seemed she was addressing someone familiar, but no, she meant me.

She stayed and talked to me for the rest of the night.  At first I gave her my stool, then I sat when the one beside her was available.  We talked and flirted, and she drank, and I didn’t.  Her name was Megan.  She seemed ok for a while, as in holding her liquor.  I didn’t notice how much she was drinking.  Then she stood because I said I wanted to go out for a smoke.  She stood and it all hit her and she was instantly and intensely intoxicated.  Before I had a chance to stand, she fell over into my arms, only because I had to catch her.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine, then whispered in my ear that she wanted to fuck me.  Of course I was tempted, because how can that not make a guy horny?  But she was really drunk and I was completely sober, so that didn’t seem right.  I had her sit back down, but her drunkenness kind of made her an instant slut.  She began rubbing my legs and said, “you work out, I can tell, your thighs are rock hard.”  I mumbled so she couldn’t hear, “that’s not all that’s rock hard.”  But she heard me, oops.  She laughed and was like, “ooooh” and she started groping me and trying to undo my pants, so I had to move her hands away.  She said in that very loud drunk voice people get when they’re saying something no one else around them should hear, “you are sooo hard!”  Then she was feeling my arms and she made me stand up.  At first, I was like no, I’m not standing, but she wouldn’t let up so I did.  She lifted my shirt and began feeling my stomach.  All the while I was just kind of taking it but at the same time deterring it from becoming too excessive.  But then she stopped two girls passing by and insisted they feel my abdomen.  I had three girls feeling my abs, it was like a freakin’ porn, so I pulled away because I was really hard and I didn’t want to lose myself.

The girls finally left when Megan said, “ok now stop touching him, he’s mine.”  Then she proceeded to wrap her arms around me and feel my ass.  She was like, “you can tell how good a guy is in bed by his ass.  I can tell you’re a good fuck.”

That’s when I was like, all right let’s find your friends.  We searched the bar and asked around and it seemed her friends left.  I told her to call or text them, but apparently they had her purse with her cell in it.  I had walked there, it was over an hour walk, and I was planning to take a taxi home, so I couldn’t drive her anywhere.  But I said I’d get a taxi to get her home, and I’d ride with her to be sure she got there safely.  She said she didn’t want to go home.  I suggested a friend’s.  She said, “no, let’s go to your place.”

I had the bartender call for a taxi and we had a smoke outside while we waited for it.  At first she took her shoes off and she shrunk about 5 inches.  She only went up to my armpit.  But she still had a hard time standing so I sat on the pavement beside her, leaning against the building.  I figured once we’d get in the cab we could drive a little and I could get her address out of her.  But she passed out while we were driving.  Out fucking cold.  So we went to my place, I picked her up over my shoulder since I still couldn’t wake her, and carried her upstairs to my apartment.

I laid her on my bed with a bucket in case she had to puke and a glass of ginger ale, then I went out on the couch to jerk off and crash as soon as possible.  All the roomies were in bed since it was nearly 3am by then.  About an hour later, she started puking, and she puked for a few hours until she fell asleep and stayed asleep.  We were in the bathroom at that point, both sleeping on the floor.  I had dozed off after her.  About 8am I woke and carried her back to my bed, then went back on the couch, but Pete and Cola were getting up.  I told them what was going on and I went in Pete’s room to sleep.  And that day, the day after, is another story altogether.  Until next time…

My theme song for this journal entry is “Last Nite” by The Strokes.

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previous Grimm 205: Grimm’s Birthday, Harmonica, and Underwear http://wp.me/p41c99-126

next Grimm  206: Grimm, Bogart, Pete, Cola, & Gary Oldman (II) Go Camping http://wp.me/p41c99-12H

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 204: Grimm’s Birthday, Harmonica, and Underwear

August 9, 2014

 

Today’s my birthday, I’m 25.  I don’t have anything specifically planned to celebrate and I requested that everyone I know ignore it and treat it like any other day.  I’m not sure if that will happen, but one can hope.  Last year was when I burned the scrapbook Emma gave me.  I never really liked being the center of attention.  I’m not insecure, but I kind of exist in my own world and when I’m excessively acknowledged and focused in on, it penetrates that private realm.  I’m also really bad at remembering birthdays, so I guess I kind of feel guilty when other people remember mine even though I forget theirs.  Today is also Gary Oldman (II)’s birthday.  She’s a year old.  I estimated her age when I found her.  She was a kitten, but I found her around this time, so I gave her my birthday in order to remember.  I realize now that I never acknowledged Valentina’s birthday.  And now I feel horrible.  She would’ve been a year old.  Maybe I unconsciously sabotaged my memory of it because it has the potential to destroy me.

Ok, on to other things.  I haven’t seen Solenne since our date.  She went to England with her uncle not long after, and they’ve been gone all this time.  They’re visiting other family, then she’ll be returning home and starting college.  We’re actually going to attend the same college, which is cool.

Other than that, the rest of this journal entry will be about my harmonica and my underwear.

I like to hang out in my underwear, bikini briefs usually, that’s just the way it is, I’ve said this before.  I also like to clean that way, while listening to music and dancing to it.  Recently, I was doing such and listening to the radio rather than cd’s.  Pete was out with Bogart, taking him clothes shopping, because Bogart barely has any clothes and he likes a lot of the shit I wear, so Pete thought he could help him expand his wardrobe.  That’s more of a Pete thing to do.  I hate shopping.  Cola was home and helping to clean.  So we’re listening to the radio and “Love is Like Oxygen” by Sweet came on and I’m dancing and cleaning and Cola was like, “why do you clean in your underwear, Wall Grimm?”  I was like, “I dunno.”  She said, “dancing to disco in your bikini underwear is kind of effeminate, you know.”  I said, “no it isn’t.” “Whatever you say, Caballero.”

At one point I took a break to have a smoke but instead I started to play my harmonica.  I’ve been trying to quit and I find that the harp is a good way of distracting me from smoking.  I get sucked into the notes and separate from the world around me, like I just go off to another plane of existence and get lost, as if I’m channeling the spirit of a master harpist and the music that results is like nothing I could create otherwise.  It comes from a source I tap into that I just can’t explain.  So I went out on the balcony and was playing.  Astrid was below and she told me to come down and play there and have a smoke with her.  I told her I was in my underwear, she said that’s ok, so was she.

I went down and she was like wtf, saying I was practically naked, she figured I was in boxers and a t-shirt or something.  I said, “well, I don’t care if you don’t care.”  She said she didn’t care.  But she wasn’t in her underwear and when I pointed that out, she said she went in and put on some shorts.  I said I figured she wouldn’t care if I was in my underwear because I heard her conversation with her friend Matt when she said it would be disgusting to fuck me.  She explained that I’m not disgusting, it’s just that she’s old enough to be my mother.  I knew that’s what she meant.  I told her that a couple years ago I was involved with Paula, who was 50.  She asked my age again and I said my birthday was coming up, I was going to be 25.  She expressed that it was wrong that Paula got involved with me.  She asked what I thought about a 50 year old man getting involved with a 23 year old girl.  I admitted that I’d think he was a pervert.  But I think it’s different for some reason.  We kind of ended the conversation there and had a smoke.  But then she told me to put something on, she changed her mind.  So I went up and put on my Eastwood and Stepping Wolves.  She thought that was pretty funny.  I started on the harp and soon after, her friend Matt showed up.  He seemed appalled that I was sitting there in my bikini briefs in front of the woman he’s obsessed with.  I stopped playing, took off my Eastwood and covered my crotch.  I said that I had to put something on anyway because for some reason when I play it gets me hard, so I went up to put some pants on.  I heard Matt’s voice saying shit, and I know it was about me by the tone, but I couldn’t discern what he was saying.  The tone in Astrid’s voice was defensive, of both herself and of me.  That’s the sense I got.

Anyway, there was another day after that I was home alone, hanging out in my underwear and playing on the harp.  I didn’t hear the texts I was getting.  A couple were from Ayla who wanted to come by since she hadn’t seen the new place yet.  The roomies were all out together.  Cola wanted to get some art supplies, and then they were going grocery shopping.  We take turns teaching Bogart day to day type responsibilities.  But he’s kind of a challenge from time to time and it’s better if there’s two of us with him.  Unless it’s me.  I can handle him on my own, but it can be exhausting.

So Ayla shows up, knocks on the door and I answered it.  I could hear Cola’s voice in my head, “why do you answer the door in your underwear, Wall Grimm?”  And since I’ve only been on one date with Solenne and she’s not my girlfriend, I decided to accept a blowjob from Ayla.  I figured that when and if Solenne becomes my girlfriend, it may be a long time that I’ll have to go without sex.  I’ve been without for about 2 weeks now, or more, I lost track, since Iona is taking time away from me.  Not long after she decided to do that, I met Solenne and haven’t pursued sex since she’s my focus.  But when opportunity knocks, as Ayla did, it helps.

I was on the couch and she was kneeling on some cushions on the floor, and it was just as I was cumming that the roomies returned home.  I came hard and I was pretty loud and when I was done, I opened my eyes and all three of them were standing there.  They had just come in at the end, I imagine, since Cola would more likely guide the others away and allow me some privacy.  But as I said before, Pete’s a closet pervert.  So I said, “Pete, you pervert.”  He said, “Me??  They’re here too.”  “by default.”  “What’s that even mean?”  I shrugged.

Cola said, “it’s good to see you weren’t lonely in our absence, Wall Grimm.”

“Nope.”

Bogart just stood looking astounded for a moment before he went off, “Blimey!!!  I wan’ one!”  He approached us, pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees.  “I wan’ one, come on now, love, give us one, let’s ‘ave a go, crack on then,” or something very British like that, a raunchy request sounding proper somehow.

I wanted to say, no Bogart she’s mine, but Ayla spoke up.  First she gawked at his junk and said, “Nice!  That’s some equipment you’ve got there.”  Then she added, “but no, thank you.  I only do this for Grimm.”

I said, “what, really?”

“yeah.”

“why?”

“I don’t know.  What the hell do you think of me?  You think I give everyone blowjobs?  Nope, just you.”

I never thought of it, but I guess I assumed that she did, that she enjoyed giving blowjobs.  I had no idea it was just me.  What the fuck does someone say to that?  I said, “…thank you…. …?”

“You’re welcome.”

Now I wonder if I’m the only one she fucks too.  And I’m thinking back to something Sharly said to me way back when.  She said girls want more from me than sex, but I usually only want sex and that’s clear from the start, so they do it just to have me at least in some way.  Sharly said it, not me, and she phrased it better.  It feels vain to find validity in that, and makes me feel like an asshole, though it’s not how I purposely go about my way or anything.  I never thought that Ayla might be one of those girls.  My psychicisms have failed me in terms of Ayla.  Sex kind of puts a wall up against my intuition.  Ironically, a wall.  I am a man of many walls.  I am Wall.  I am Wall Grimm.

And my theme song of course is “Love is Like Oxygen”, by Sweet.

 

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previous Grimm 203: Master of Stating the Obvious & Grimm in Love http://wp.me/p41c99-11R

next Grimm 205: Teetotaling Grimm and the Drunken Maiden http://wp.me/p41c99-12o

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 203: Master of Stating the Obvious & Grimm in Love

August 2, 2014

 

So last Sunday I went on the sextuple date, triple date.  First, as Solenne had requested, I went to her house to pick her up.  She wanted it like a real official date, so I brought her flowers.  Her uncle is a nice guy but pretty intense.  When I first got there and he opened the door, the solid, brisk movement of the opening door created an air current that went through me like a ghost.  And the motion was so sudden, I was startled, especially once he was standing there gazing down at me.  The entire few seconds of this experience nearly caused me to shit my pants or maybe have a heart attack.  But in the end, he and I were laughing together and I think he trusts me with his niece.

We went back to my place first, where I introduced her to Astrid, Pete, Bogart, and Cola.  They were sitting out back, so I brought her out there.  I introduced them in order of how they were seated, which began with Pete, who stood and shook her hand.  Bogart observed that and followed suit, but then he said to her, “you’re black, really black, you’re a very dark black.”  Then I nearly shit myself again, this time from embarrassment.  Solenne just smiled graciously and said, “yes, I am.”  I added, “she’s beautiful” then took her hand and kissed the back of it.  I introduced Astrid next, then Cola, at which point, Bogart, Master of Stating the Obvious says, “‘e’s a bloke, ‘e’s a bloke in a dress, ‘e wears ladies’ knickers, wants to be a lady.”

Cola said, “no Bogart, I don’t want to be a lady, I’m very happy with myself the way I am.  Well, maybe sometimes I do.”  She laughed, then said, “but I like having a male body, but living as a woman.  Most times.”

Then while we waited for Bogart’s date and her friends, I took Solenne upstairs to see the apartment.  I forgot to mention that I had Gary Oldman (II) with me the entire time, even when I picked Solenne up.  Gary didn’t like the greyhounds very much but they seemed to like her.  Anyway, I wanted to avoid the awkwardness when you show someone your place and end with your bedroom, so I started with my bedroom and ended with the kitchen.  Then it got awkward in the kitchen.  I told her I’d like to have her seated at my table sometime eating a meal I prepare just for her.  She said she’d like that.  Then I had to kiss her, but I had to make it a brief one because I don’t want to overwhelm her with my constantly touching and kissing her.  It’s hard for me to keep my hands to myself around her.

Anyway, the others showed up, the girl Bogart met when we went running, Ashley, and her friends that are a couple, Douchebag and Fuckingbitch.  (I don’t like them).  Bogart, being a good mimic once again, introduced everyone as I did.  This time he didn’t state the obvious and I suspect that once I went inside with Solenne, he was advised not to say those kinds of things.  It was probably Astrid who told him not to.  She has a very un-insulting and gentle way of correcting his behavior which he’s responsive to.

So after all that, the six of us loaded up in Douchebag’s SUV and went to Willard Brook.  I took a bunch of pictures on my phone.

This is the bridge over the river.

bridge

This is a wall.  I had to take it.  Because it’s a wall.  A cool one.  And that’s my name.

wall pic

Speaking of my name being Wall.  I saw this graffiti on the bridge.

I love Wall 2

Nice.  Someone loves me.

Speaking of graffiti, I saw this, which kind of made me laugh, but I hate when people write shit like this at family places.

grafitti 1

But there was some nice graffiti too, which was cool, and Solenne liked it.

grafitti 2

grafitti 3

I took a picture of this tree, which was pretty much symbolic of how I was feeling all day around Solenne.

tree

But the fire kind of freaked me out because there were demons in it.

fire

We had a great time.  We swam in the lake, walked through and along the river.  Went down the path to a private area by the river and swam there.  It had a natural water slide which was cool.  We hiked, found a bunch of blueberries that we picked.  We ate a picnic lunch, including stuff we cooked over the fire, and ended of course with s’mores.

Ashley’s friends were all right at first, but they kept making faces about Bogart.  It was wicked fucking pissing me off, but I didn’t want to cause a scene.  I just kind of didn’t interact with them at all.  I was the aloof, cold shoulder Grimm.  I didn’t look them in the eye if they tried to talk to me, but when they’d be making faces or mocking Bogart, I’d look at them then.  I’d give them my Siciliani Romani Gypsy curse look, without actually cursing them, but it made them uncomfortable.  At least they weren’t being so open about their mockery.  Bogart had no idea.  I figured I let him enjoy his date with Ashley and it only mattered how she felt about him, not what they thought.  He’s just boisterous and talkative when he’s excited, and the whole day for him was a new adventure so of course he was really excited.  I mean, being in the river and hiking and shit like that was all so new to him that he completely forgot about sex.  He just reverted back to a healthy version of childhood.

Ashley seemed to like Bogart a lot.  She was laughing all the time, not at him, but just amused by him.  He is pretty funny.  He kinda of comes off as unintelligent sometimes, but he’s far from it.  He’s actually very smart and like I’ve said before, he’s a fast learner, which is impressing me.  I think he really wants to fit in, not just with the people around him, but in life.  He’s invested in making a sincere effort to be a “real person”.  So I was glad to see that Ashley appreciated him for who he is, because there’s no disguising his personality.

The day ended with Solenne and Ashley coming back to our place.  Douchebag and Fuckingbitch left in the SUV, so Bogart and I were going to take the girls home later.  But as we were sitting outside just hanging out, Bogart came out with, “blimey I wan’a fuck the ‘ell ou’a ya.”  Which she laughed at, then stood up and started to run up the stairs toward our balcony and the door to our apartment.  She said to him, “come on!”  So he followed, and they disappeared for the night in his bedroom.  On and off throughout the night they could be heard in there, especially him.

After they ran off, it felt awkward around Solenne.  I wanted the same but I wasn’t about to indicate that because I was still unsure how to go about doing everything right in order to keep her interested.  I was thinking long term, which often conflicts with immediate gratification.  Instead I asked her to go for a walk, that way we’d finally have time alone together.  We talked a lot and kissed a lot, and held hands when we walked.  And I brought her home at a decent time because I not only want to respect her, I want to respect her uncle, who is very protective.  I’m not sure where they stand on premarital sex.  It’s very high on my list of agreeable activities, but that’s not the case for everyone.  So I took her home and kissed her goodnight and walked away feeling sick to my stomach.  Yeah, I’m fucking in love with her.  That wasn’t supposed to happen.  Love doesn’t ever seem to be convenient.

My theme song for this entry is Your favorite love song, Invisible Journal Reading People.

 

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next Grimm 204: Grimm’s Birthday, Harmonica, and Underwear http://wp.me/p41c99-126

previous Grimm 202: Supplying Chocolate, Vacuuming Private Parts, the Beach, & Lizard King Competition http://wp.me/p41c99-11H

For a list with links to all the previous journal entries go to: http://wp.me/P41c99-J

Check out the Character Directory Pages to learn about characters mentioned in each post.

 

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