Weekend

Friday night we went out in Sanlitun to meet some friends. I had to go score weed, so I left Dean and Carl to go meet my Nigerian drug dealer beforehand. I hate Beijing weed prices, and I got spoiled by the price and convenience of hooking up Marijuana in Sichuan province. Anyway, I met up with the guys at a house party thrown by a foreigner, and I almost wanted to vomit going in that place. In the apartment were probably two dozen people, and most of them were fat, ugly, loser foreign dudes with young, decent-looking Chinese chicks that wouldn't give them the time of day in their home country. I hate pricks like that.

Right before I arrived, the police had already visited apparently, telling them to keep it quiet. A fat, old, completely-out-of-touch-with-reality American was trying to sell me weed before I even rolled a joint. I've found lately that the better a foreigner's Chinese, the more of a loser he is. It's not very good motivation to learn Chinese.

Eventually I rolled a joint and we went in the hallway of the apartment building to smoke it. Here's the hilarious part: as me and a few other people are blazing right outside the apartment door, the police come again and walk straight past us, through a cloud of marijuana smoke -- to the apartment door without even blinking an eye. I don't think the cops had any idea what pot smells like.

Dean fell in love with this guy at the party, which he'll do from time to time. He sort of develops these man-crushes now and then. This particular guy was from England and seemed particularly dodgy and full of shit. About five second after meeting him, he claimed that he fucked Kate Moss back when he was a model. He also accidentally dropped that he was "rich," but didn't seem to have any money the whole night. At times he seemed like he could be an actual con artist.

But the guy said he knew how to get the "best coke" in Beijing, and we were bored so that sounded like an interesting plan. The bag was only 500rmb (not very high), but of course British dude didn't "have access" to his bank account, so I paid 400, and Dean paid 100. It was a tiny tiny tiny bag of Coke, and we split it 4 ways with a girl Dean had along (who had never tried it). That bag went so fast that we ended up buying ANOTHER, of which I paid for most of it again. Let it be noted that Dean paid me back his share days later.

We went to a bar at Sanlitun, and Dean ended up fucking his girl in the alley behind the club (she told him she had a fantasy about public fucking). I sat at a booth, trying to just keep to myself as Carl tried to chat up this chick in our group. I had met the girl once before and although extremely short and a bit pudgy, she's pretty nice-looking in the face. I did think, however, upon seeing her in the full light of the house party, that she looked a lot better in the dark light of clubs.

As Carl chatted to her I sat across from them ignoring them. She continued to lean over the table to attempt conversation with me, appearing bored of whatever Carl was saying to her. At this point the story becomes debatable because according to Dean and Carl, she wanted to fuck him for some time.

However, when we ended up back at her house later, she kept moving towards me and putting her hand on my thigh as Carl continuously moved towards her and tried to put his arm around her. Her roommate was a cool-seeming dude from Hong Kong, and when we mentioned that we had coke, he even agreed to try it with us. Again we went out in the hallway, and of course Carl (who doesn't do any drugs or smoke) stayed in the apartment with the girl.

As we were about to leave, Carl played this retarded "Can I crash on your couch?" trick, which forced me to call him out on it and humiliate him in front of her (the easiest way to get Carl's girls to throw themselves at me), but he ended up fucking her anyway (for the record she's a complete foreigner slut). Later he commented to Dean that I was "cockblocking" hard, which could be a reference to only the humiliation, or perhaps the fact that she (from my point of view) was obviously more interested in me than him.

Because we stayed up all night doing drugs on Friday, didn't end up going out on Saturday, and I constantly blew off every girl that texted me. Presently I have two girlfriends in other cities who text me at least every day, and one of Carl's students (virgin who I only made out with) who is desperately in love with me, and who I have to avoid constantly. The student I nailed immediately before the holiday (who has now slept with all 3 of us - Carl and Dean too) kept texting me, asking for my drug dealer's number so she could buy weed and ecstasy. Personally, I didn't feel great about giving her the number since I had introduced her to both things. Also, don't really want to see that crazy chick again. But she hooked up her drugs.

At this point, I absolutely cannot stand Carl. He is absolutely pathetic and despicable. He aggressively fucks tons of chicks off the internet. He fucks anything. He has no sense of humor, no charm. He fucks them as soon as possible and rarely sees them much after that. Yet, somehow I think that's mostly the choice of the girls and not his (I have been in the same room as him fucking before, and it isn't pretty).

I have no problem with guys "being excellent" in front of girls and banging tons of them. This guy does absolutely nothing excellent except for scheduling. And being white. And he's Canadian, not even American. In fact, I think the only thing he does excellent is *look and talk* like an American. I'm on the verge of banging another chick he hooked up, and it's SO easy once he brings them in. With me, him, and a female in the same room, it's unfair. I can make jokes.

I don't know how the guy is going to adjust when he goes back to California.