I'm tired. i just got back from an onsen up the road with my roomates. weird seeing them naked and them me but it was sooo sooo good and nice and i loved it and feel so very healthy right now and don't ever want to eat bad food again and want to go back there everyday. but what i don't want is to ever get old and saggy. super saggy like the women i saw naked in there ( i know i'm awful for saying this and you weren't supposed to be looking and I'd be sad if anyone was looking at me and were thinking bad things about me, but whatever, I do). i think id prefer to get everything that could get saggy just cut off. but maybe that would look even more weird. I don't know.
I think the best part was sitting in the freezing cold pool after overheating in the boiling bath with the jets and bubbles. going from hot to cold, hot to cold, over and over again messes with your senses. your skin starts misinterpreting what your feeling and so you can't tell hot from cold anymore, but just get a weird tingling, and all of your insides feel different after spending a while in the cold, and you can feel your throat contracting and your lungs getting smaller and all your insides adjusting to the extreme change. you feel like a different person. there was also this bath that was the electricity bath. strange, seeing as you'd think electricity and water equals death. apparently not. it gave you the weirdest, most confusing sensation through your body, i couldn't stay in there for very long. if you touched the water from outside the bath while holding onto the metal handrail you got an electric shock like the one you get when you go down a slippery slide. in the water between the two places where the electricity was coming from you could just see your body moving and then you just went numb. it was a bizarre feeling, and kind of unsettling.Going from cold cold to hot hot also kind of made you feel like that, but only for a short time.
Before going to the onsen we went to the maid cafe up the road. We were the only females there, apart from the staff. the girls who work there are like little kids, and the place is full of weird creepy, socially retarded men who (i hate myself for saying this but ill say it anyway) look almost like they actually do have something wrong with them. They just stare at the girls with these gross adoring slack-jawed -i don't even want to know what they're thinking actually- expressions, and the girls flirt with them, do karaoke with them, jump up and down and squeal and giggle and write down the orders in pink textas and aren't very good waitresses, the girl serving us accidentally dunked her necklace in our water, giggled, then walked away and didn't get us a new one, which was unusual seeing as the service here is always so over the top. They took lots of photos of themselves with a little polaroid camera, and even some with the weird men. We saw a couple of girls repeatedly slapping one guy on the face, really hard, giggling, and the guy just kind of stood there with this huge smile on his face, enjoying it. some form of s and m. and in one photo a guy was getting with a girl, he was kneeling towards the camera, and she was sitting straddling his back. all innocent fun and giggles though, you know. I kept wondering how many men had boners, if they were going to the bathroom to jerk off, and if there even was a female bathroom, seeing as all of the customers are men.
One guy even had this huge gift-wrapped box. A girl unwrapped it on the floor, sitting on her knees, like it was christmas. it was a huge remote-controlled dinosaur with flashing lights and made roaring sounds. Two of the girls put it together, giggling and bouncing around, with the help of a few of the men. It was just like being in somebody's house. There was tables and seats all up against the bar, but the girls would come and sit with and talk and hit and play-punch the men, and when you ordered food they'd take the plates and cups from the cupboards above their heads, and then one would do the washing up now and then, leaving the stuff to dry on the racks like you would at home. There were little cosplay toys everywhere, maccas toys, and the menus were photo albums, with lots of pictures of the girls in around the food and drink prices, which was also written in pink texta.
All the food and drinks were cute little sweet things, to go along with the cute sweet theme, like chocolate and strawberry milkshakes, and sweet, sweet chili stuff that we ordered. I thought that was strange, because all of the customers are older businessmen, who you'd think would normally eat more savory adult food. We bought this chili sauce thing, because it said you got a picture of a girl in a bikini with it. it came on a plastic plate with little pink love hearts on it. Because we spent more than 1000 yen or something, we got 3 pictures. and they just kept on getting more and more erotic. the last one we chose was of this girl squishing her boobs together, doing a big baby pout, with her knees pushed together, but with her crotch just saying hello! she still had a swimsuit on, but it was so in your face and confronting. so weird to think of the amount of these photos some of the men must have sitting at home which they jerk off to.
For some reason they weren't dressed in their maid outfits, which was disappointing, but there was a hawaiian theme, so they were dressed all beachy, and said aloha to us when we came in, instead of irashaimase! There was a sign on the wall with a photo of a girl dressed gothic, whose face was all white from the flash then scribbled over with black pen. the sign said she had died, and so they were having a death-themed party in remembrance of her. We though she had actually died and it was serious, until we realised that one of the girls serving us was actually the girl in the picture. Every time somebody leaves, a girl follows them outside and waves them off down the road. They called us ane-chan and ani-chan, which means big sister and big brother. I dont know what they called all their regular customers. It was so weird in there.
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