HiddenFruit
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Hi everybody! I’m Hiddenfruit, you can call me Hida for short. This was actually my very first session, and I thought I’d share it with the world, because it’s a lot of fun, and I don’t see a lot of stories like this. Fictional or otherwise. This will be separated into days. This is the first day, and my friend and I will post up days 2 and 3 at a different time. Call this the set up. Hope it gives you a giggle.
Warning! For mature audiences only! Why? Because kids will actually try to emulate these behaviors, and I don't want to be responsible for creating the next generation of dorks. It's perfectly safe though. Except a few curse words. Nothing even remotely graphic.
The hotel was actually kind of quaint. It was built and painted with the feel of a Spanish villa. The outside walls were a cream orange, and the tiny lawns and fauna outside were impeccably trimmed and kept. It was charming and relaxing. Definitely “vacation-y” feel to it.
Well, I’d feel a little more relaxed if I hadn’t in front of the wrong building. Oh please dear god, let it just be on the other side of the parking barrier. I climbed back into my car to drive to the entrance, turned left instead of right, get onto the right side of the barrier, got over the ridiculously deep divots my itty-bitty car had to suffer through, parked, and finally got to the right hotel.
… It looks the same as the other one. Don’t tell me this is the same- it is. Son of a bitch, who puts a parking barrier between the buildings of the same hotel? I nearly had a heart attack. Whatever, I’m here now, that’s all that matters.
I’m here now.
Holy shit what am I getting myself into?
It was a ridiculous question; I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I checked the numbers of the building and climbed the stairs. It was funny how even as the day drew closer I had almost been feeling indifferent to the whole thing (okay, not indifferent, but very distracted. I could barely focus on it enough to get worked up about it) yet the closer I got to it, the jumpier I felt.
207…
Oh jeez. Please tell me I’m at least at the right hotel this time. What if the directions messed up and I was taken to the wrong place again?
208…
But what if it’s the right place? Okay, I’m not going to touch him, today is all about getting to know each other better, and getting comfortable. It had been a month of talking online, but in person was definitely different.
209…
I need to calm down. Stay confident. That was the mantra I had in my mind. I wasn’t worried about him at all. The other lees I had met were only after brief online contact, so I always kept a little handy tool with me, just in case. I had learned to be cautious ever since middle school, and I sure as hell was not going to allow myself to be hurt for going out for something like this. But Jonny was different from the other lees. I had complete and total trust in him, so much so that I went to meet him bare-handed.
210…
Oh God, here it came. I knew I was going through with this I was not going to back out, but the reality of the situation was daunting-
211.
Damn, that came up way too fast.
Please be the right room, please be the right room, please be the right room- knock knock knock.
I could already feel the tingle in my arms as I waited. The day was bright and breezy, and that did help calm me. Infinitesimally. I heard the click of the knock and my heart gave an extra thump. The door opened cautiously, and there he was, peeking out as he pulled open the door. I recognized the haircut, glasses, physique, and just slightly olive skintone. My lee for the next three days.
I smiled. “Hey.”
He smiled back. “Hi there.”
He invited me in to show off his executive suite. A living room when you first entered, and a bedroom plus bath in the next. Complete with two TVs and all. Damn rich kids. He showed me a bit of scientist humor on the computer, which actually reminded me to ask him what exactly a theoretical physicist actually was. (My brother wants to go into it. No, don’t ask, it’ll hurt your brain if you think too hard on it.)
And then came my side of the bargain. Jonny-boy here had driven five hours to reach this place, but in order to do that, he required that we get to know each other online more (that was when we had started chatting over IMs) and that I do something for him. When he first told me, I was hesitant, only because of the sheer audacity of the request. When I first saw it, I was shocked. He had no idea what he was asking of me, and I wondered if even going out to meet me could possibly equal the gravity of his request. I can barely stomach to repeat the words. To clearly convey the magnitude of the just what he was saying, I’m going to be brave and show everyone the conversation pertaining to this request. Please, think no less of him for asking this, or of me for actually agreeing to this. I was desperate and needy, and was willing to do anything to coax him down here. He was Jonny. He was special, to me.
jonny86: “You really think I'm the perrrrfect 'lee? Really? Aww shucks! *kicks some dirt and blushes* I'm going to be honest with you, though. Four hours is not exactly a long drive for me I mean, you're the first person from this site that has shown any real interest in a tickle war. If I got to know you a little more, I would love to drive down for a weekend or so. I do have one requirement though.... and you may not like it.
Ready?
Okay.
You have to show me where a good sushi place is. No, it is not optional. Thems the rules, yo.”
Can you believe this jerk? Honestly, I’ve never had someone be so forward with me so fast. But again, I was desperate and willing to do anything to get him down. So my response was:
HiddenFruit: “But before I let it go, I have to address your condition: Really? Out of all the things you had to choose, you go with finding a good sushi place? Do you honestly think that a girl who lives about ten minutes away from the city with a higher Asian population than people of color, Mexicans, Indians, Persians, and Africans combined, lives about twenty minutes from the biggest Asian supermarket in all of California, is the former official representative for IVC Japan Club, and still has the network of avid Japanese consumers at her disposal, can seriously find a good sushi place?
...You're insane.
But you know what? I'll consider it. This is not a guarantee, but I will put it in my mental files for consideration. Sure it will be practically torturing me since I have no resources at my disposal, but I'll try to find the good Samaritan inside of me and provide you with a simple pleasure. Be sure to put the files somewhere I can see it later.”
I know, I know. To even try to go into this territory was difficult, and grueling, but I felt it was worth it, in the end. Of course, I’m an over achiever. I didn’t just find him a good Sushi place. Oh no. I found him two. Should have seen the look on this face when I told him. I wish I had. He sent me three smilies for it. I know, I’m awesome. Awesome enough to flip my hair, which you should totally imagine me doing right now.
Right, back on track.
I drove him down this time, figuring it was easier in the long run, and took him to a shopping center that was so Asian it wasn’t funny. A Korean themed supermarket called H mart, which he took a picture of, and a couple of Japanese restaurants, a Chinese smoothie place, a Vietnamese restaurant on the other side, and so on. He also took a video of the conveyer belt inside Yen Sushi when we finished with our meal. Yeah, you read that right. Conveyer belt. It’s called “revolving sushi”, and it loops around the cooks, goes through the back and loops down the booths at the other end of the restaurant. Just grab what you want and chow down. There’s plenty of videos of it up on youtube. We checked out H mart for kicks, grabbed our calorie packed snacks, and traveled around the shopping center.
“Man, LA is so boring. I was expecting giant skyscrapers, but it’s all flat.”
I laughed. “That’s because you’re not in LA. If you want to see that, you go to the downtown area.”
“This is LA.”
“This is not LA. You’re south of LA, in Orange County.”
“…So, LA.”
“This is the biggest Asian population in California. Little Tokyo and China Town not included.”
“Definitely LA.”
“Jeez, you northern Californians.”
Might as well be another state up there. Political affiliations not included, it’s a different culture. And I’ve been up there, I have full privilege to say that. I took him to the Spectrum and showed him around. Specifically, I took him to 41 Olive, a little store that specializes in different flavors of Oil and balsamic vinegar. Careful when you try the vinegar. Gulp down too much at once and it will burn your throat. But it’s so much fun to try the different flavors. I personally liked the white grape oil. Mild and nutty and delicious. If I was rich, I so would have bought something. My friend did, last time we came.
Heading back to the car, I had to wrestle him away from the chocolate shop.
“One of everything, please.”
I looked at him. “I’m getting some of that, right?”
“It’s only one of each, so no, no you don’t.”
“Oh you jerk. I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends- ooh, samples.”
I took one as well (caramel apple. Yummy.) And tried to drive him out the door. “Come on let’s get out of here-“
“Bark?”
I sighed and pointed in the direction, and he hovered over.
“I think I want to get something.”
“No,” I said sternly.
“Yes?”
“No, no you don’t.”
“So that’s a yes.”
“I said no!”
“I hear “yes”.”
I sighed dramatically. “Well, you know how men are. They think no means yes and “get lost” means “take me, I’m yours”.”
He laughed, which told me he actually got the reference. Which was good, otherwise I would have disowned him. I finally managed to get us away. I would not have cared usually, but we already had sweets waiting for us in the car. He got pocky. And he calls me the dork.
Now, the original plan he and I had was to have an awesome Melee bash the first night he was here. Unfortunately, I forgot my game system at home.
“Way to go.”
“Shut up.”
So, I had to go get it. I also had to go to my sister’s house and receive a crash course on how to water their ridiculous amount of plants, and take care of their dog while they went on a week trip to Texas. I brought Jonny along with me for simplicity’s sake, otherwise it would have added more to our driving time. Our cover story was that we met while working on a project in science class. I felt it was appropriate. So he got to experience the hour and a half tour right along with me. He was worried he’d blow our cover, but I wasn’t worried. I knew my family was more interested in making sure I got everything down correctly. I should have charged extra if I knew it was going to be this extensive. Man.
“Oh,” my sister turned to me. “Do you watch a lot of TV?”
“Not really.”
“Good,” my brother-in-law said. “Cuz it doesn’t work. Ever since we got Direct TV, it stopped working.”
“That’s good,” I said, “since I don’t watch TV at all.”
“But you do go on the internet,” my sister clarified. “Right?”
“Yeah, I was actually going to ask you about that.”
“Well then,” she turned to her husband, “she’s going to need to get onto our wifi.”
“Wifi?” he looked at her like she was crazy. “Hell no, I don’t want her looking at her porn while she’s here.”
Oh. God. Can anyone say awkward? My sister might have laughed and smacked his arm, but here I was thinking of how painfully obvious the irony of the situation was. I have no idea what Jonny thought of the whole thing. I was pointedly not looking at him. Through the rest of the tour, my brother in law asked me just how many people I was going to be inviting over (here I pointed to Jonny and said: “Well, he’s already over.” …What? I was being honest. Mostly.), told me pointedly that he wanted the house spotless even after my wild parties, and to be sure to even change out the bed sheets. So long as I did that, I was fine. Even if he was joking about the whole thing, I took that as wordless permission to have people over, so long as I kept the house spic and span. Which worked perfect for me, since I was planning to have someone else over later anyway.
So, after getting to my place, picking up my system, and having a failed geocaching attempt, we went back to the hotel, and finally had our melee.
“How does this TV work?”
After a few moments of trial and error, of course.
“This remote isn’t working.”
Okay, more than a few.
Error, disc could not be read-
“God damn it!”
…Let’s just keep it short and say it did not go smoothly.
It was still worth it, though. We sat there, with me munching on Mother’s peanut butter cookies the whole time, while he had his pocky. I made it fair, and chose different characters each time, since he hadn’t played this game as much as I had, and obviously was having trouble grasping the basics.
Well, I should be honest and say that he actually won two fights out of fourteen. Not bad for a first-timer. I let him revel in his little victories. They were merely temporary. Except when he stretched his arms out. And laced his hands behind his head. And leaned back against the couch.
That jerk. I know he was doing this on purpose. There was no possible way he could be expanding his vulnerability right next to me, while gloating, and not be testing me.
But I was stronger.
I could resist.
The first time.
The second time, I elbowed him in the side, and dug my elbow in a little circle just so. He giggled as he brought his arms back down, and I had mixed emotions about the actions. A part of me felt a little relieved about the outlet. Another part of me wanted to chastise myself for crossing that boundary too early. The last part of me wanted to throw the controller and pounce on him. I forced myself to focus on the game. My rules might have been silly and self-imposed to some, but I kept them there for a reason. I liked following protocol. Well, more like had to. I knew once I started, I would not be able to stop, and if I wanted to enter this world, I would feel better if I knew I could resist temptation when the time came. That was what this whole visit had started from, anyway. But come tomorrow, he was going down.
Warning! For mature audiences only! Why? Because kids will actually try to emulate these behaviors, and I don't want to be responsible for creating the next generation of dorks. It's perfectly safe though. Except a few curse words. Nothing even remotely graphic.
Day 1
The hotel was actually kind of quaint. It was built and painted with the feel of a Spanish villa. The outside walls were a cream orange, and the tiny lawns and fauna outside were impeccably trimmed and kept. It was charming and relaxing. Definitely “vacation-y” feel to it.
Well, I’d feel a little more relaxed if I hadn’t in front of the wrong building. Oh please dear god, let it just be on the other side of the parking barrier. I climbed back into my car to drive to the entrance, turned left instead of right, get onto the right side of the barrier, got over the ridiculously deep divots my itty-bitty car had to suffer through, parked, and finally got to the right hotel.
… It looks the same as the other one. Don’t tell me this is the same- it is. Son of a bitch, who puts a parking barrier between the buildings of the same hotel? I nearly had a heart attack. Whatever, I’m here now, that’s all that matters.
I’m here now.
Holy shit what am I getting myself into?
It was a ridiculous question; I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I checked the numbers of the building and climbed the stairs. It was funny how even as the day drew closer I had almost been feeling indifferent to the whole thing (okay, not indifferent, but very distracted. I could barely focus on it enough to get worked up about it) yet the closer I got to it, the jumpier I felt.
207…
Oh jeez. Please tell me I’m at least at the right hotel this time. What if the directions messed up and I was taken to the wrong place again?
208…
But what if it’s the right place? Okay, I’m not going to touch him, today is all about getting to know each other better, and getting comfortable. It had been a month of talking online, but in person was definitely different.
209…
I need to calm down. Stay confident. That was the mantra I had in my mind. I wasn’t worried about him at all. The other lees I had met were only after brief online contact, so I always kept a little handy tool with me, just in case. I had learned to be cautious ever since middle school, and I sure as hell was not going to allow myself to be hurt for going out for something like this. But Jonny was different from the other lees. I had complete and total trust in him, so much so that I went to meet him bare-handed.
210…
Oh God, here it came. I knew I was going through with this I was not going to back out, but the reality of the situation was daunting-
211.
Damn, that came up way too fast.
Please be the right room, please be the right room, please be the right room- knock knock knock.
I could already feel the tingle in my arms as I waited. The day was bright and breezy, and that did help calm me. Infinitesimally. I heard the click of the knock and my heart gave an extra thump. The door opened cautiously, and there he was, peeking out as he pulled open the door. I recognized the haircut, glasses, physique, and just slightly olive skintone. My lee for the next three days.
I smiled. “Hey.”
He smiled back. “Hi there.”
He invited me in to show off his executive suite. A living room when you first entered, and a bedroom plus bath in the next. Complete with two TVs and all. Damn rich kids. He showed me a bit of scientist humor on the computer, which actually reminded me to ask him what exactly a theoretical physicist actually was. (My brother wants to go into it. No, don’t ask, it’ll hurt your brain if you think too hard on it.)
And then came my side of the bargain. Jonny-boy here had driven five hours to reach this place, but in order to do that, he required that we get to know each other online more (that was when we had started chatting over IMs) and that I do something for him. When he first told me, I was hesitant, only because of the sheer audacity of the request. When I first saw it, I was shocked. He had no idea what he was asking of me, and I wondered if even going out to meet me could possibly equal the gravity of his request. I can barely stomach to repeat the words. To clearly convey the magnitude of the just what he was saying, I’m going to be brave and show everyone the conversation pertaining to this request. Please, think no less of him for asking this, or of me for actually agreeing to this. I was desperate and needy, and was willing to do anything to coax him down here. He was Jonny. He was special, to me.
jonny86: “You really think I'm the perrrrfect 'lee? Really? Aww shucks! *kicks some dirt and blushes* I'm going to be honest with you, though. Four hours is not exactly a long drive for me I mean, you're the first person from this site that has shown any real interest in a tickle war. If I got to know you a little more, I would love to drive down for a weekend or so. I do have one requirement though.... and you may not like it.
Ready?
Okay.
You have to show me where a good sushi place is. No, it is not optional. Thems the rules, yo.”
Can you believe this jerk? Honestly, I’ve never had someone be so forward with me so fast. But again, I was desperate and willing to do anything to get him down. So my response was:
HiddenFruit: “But before I let it go, I have to address your condition: Really? Out of all the things you had to choose, you go with finding a good sushi place? Do you honestly think that a girl who lives about ten minutes away from the city with a higher Asian population than people of color, Mexicans, Indians, Persians, and Africans combined, lives about twenty minutes from the biggest Asian supermarket in all of California, is the former official representative for IVC Japan Club, and still has the network of avid Japanese consumers at her disposal, can seriously find a good sushi place?
...You're insane.
But you know what? I'll consider it. This is not a guarantee, but I will put it in my mental files for consideration. Sure it will be practically torturing me since I have no resources at my disposal, but I'll try to find the good Samaritan inside of me and provide you with a simple pleasure. Be sure to put the files somewhere I can see it later.”
I know, I know. To even try to go into this territory was difficult, and grueling, but I felt it was worth it, in the end. Of course, I’m an over achiever. I didn’t just find him a good Sushi place. Oh no. I found him two. Should have seen the look on this face when I told him. I wish I had. He sent me three smilies for it. I know, I’m awesome. Awesome enough to flip my hair, which you should totally imagine me doing right now.
Right, back on track.
I drove him down this time, figuring it was easier in the long run, and took him to a shopping center that was so Asian it wasn’t funny. A Korean themed supermarket called H mart, which he took a picture of, and a couple of Japanese restaurants, a Chinese smoothie place, a Vietnamese restaurant on the other side, and so on. He also took a video of the conveyer belt inside Yen Sushi when we finished with our meal. Yeah, you read that right. Conveyer belt. It’s called “revolving sushi”, and it loops around the cooks, goes through the back and loops down the booths at the other end of the restaurant. Just grab what you want and chow down. There’s plenty of videos of it up on youtube. We checked out H mart for kicks, grabbed our calorie packed snacks, and traveled around the shopping center.
“Man, LA is so boring. I was expecting giant skyscrapers, but it’s all flat.”
I laughed. “That’s because you’re not in LA. If you want to see that, you go to the downtown area.”
“This is LA.”
“This is not LA. You’re south of LA, in Orange County.”
“…So, LA.”
“This is the biggest Asian population in California. Little Tokyo and China Town not included.”
“Definitely LA.”
“Jeez, you northern Californians.”
Might as well be another state up there. Political affiliations not included, it’s a different culture. And I’ve been up there, I have full privilege to say that. I took him to the Spectrum and showed him around. Specifically, I took him to 41 Olive, a little store that specializes in different flavors of Oil and balsamic vinegar. Careful when you try the vinegar. Gulp down too much at once and it will burn your throat. But it’s so much fun to try the different flavors. I personally liked the white grape oil. Mild and nutty and delicious. If I was rich, I so would have bought something. My friend did, last time we came.
Heading back to the car, I had to wrestle him away from the chocolate shop.
“One of everything, please.”
I looked at him. “I’m getting some of that, right?”
“It’s only one of each, so no, no you don’t.”
“Oh you jerk. I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends- ooh, samples.”
I took one as well (caramel apple. Yummy.) And tried to drive him out the door. “Come on let’s get out of here-“
“Bark?”
I sighed and pointed in the direction, and he hovered over.
“I think I want to get something.”
“No,” I said sternly.
“Yes?”
“No, no you don’t.”
“So that’s a yes.”
“I said no!”
“I hear “yes”.”
I sighed dramatically. “Well, you know how men are. They think no means yes and “get lost” means “take me, I’m yours”.”
He laughed, which told me he actually got the reference. Which was good, otherwise I would have disowned him. I finally managed to get us away. I would not have cared usually, but we already had sweets waiting for us in the car. He got pocky. And he calls me the dork.
Now, the original plan he and I had was to have an awesome Melee bash the first night he was here. Unfortunately, I forgot my game system at home.
“Way to go.”
“Shut up.”
So, I had to go get it. I also had to go to my sister’s house and receive a crash course on how to water their ridiculous amount of plants, and take care of their dog while they went on a week trip to Texas. I brought Jonny along with me for simplicity’s sake, otherwise it would have added more to our driving time. Our cover story was that we met while working on a project in science class. I felt it was appropriate. So he got to experience the hour and a half tour right along with me. He was worried he’d blow our cover, but I wasn’t worried. I knew my family was more interested in making sure I got everything down correctly. I should have charged extra if I knew it was going to be this extensive. Man.
“Oh,” my sister turned to me. “Do you watch a lot of TV?”
“Not really.”
“Good,” my brother-in-law said. “Cuz it doesn’t work. Ever since we got Direct TV, it stopped working.”
“That’s good,” I said, “since I don’t watch TV at all.”
“But you do go on the internet,” my sister clarified. “Right?”
“Yeah, I was actually going to ask you about that.”
“Well then,” she turned to her husband, “she’s going to need to get onto our wifi.”
“Wifi?” he looked at her like she was crazy. “Hell no, I don’t want her looking at her porn while she’s here.”
Oh. God. Can anyone say awkward? My sister might have laughed and smacked his arm, but here I was thinking of how painfully obvious the irony of the situation was. I have no idea what Jonny thought of the whole thing. I was pointedly not looking at him. Through the rest of the tour, my brother in law asked me just how many people I was going to be inviting over (here I pointed to Jonny and said: “Well, he’s already over.” …What? I was being honest. Mostly.), told me pointedly that he wanted the house spotless even after my wild parties, and to be sure to even change out the bed sheets. So long as I did that, I was fine. Even if he was joking about the whole thing, I took that as wordless permission to have people over, so long as I kept the house spic and span. Which worked perfect for me, since I was planning to have someone else over later anyway.
So, after getting to my place, picking up my system, and having a failed geocaching attempt, we went back to the hotel, and finally had our melee.
“How does this TV work?”
After a few moments of trial and error, of course.
“This remote isn’t working.”
Okay, more than a few.
Error, disc could not be read-
“God damn it!”
…Let’s just keep it short and say it did not go smoothly.
It was still worth it, though. We sat there, with me munching on Mother’s peanut butter cookies the whole time, while he had his pocky. I made it fair, and chose different characters each time, since he hadn’t played this game as much as I had, and obviously was having trouble grasping the basics.
Well, I should be honest and say that he actually won two fights out of fourteen. Not bad for a first-timer. I let him revel in his little victories. They were merely temporary. Except when he stretched his arms out. And laced his hands behind his head. And leaned back against the couch.
That jerk. I know he was doing this on purpose. There was no possible way he could be expanding his vulnerability right next to me, while gloating, and not be testing me.
But I was stronger.
I could resist.
The first time.
The second time, I elbowed him in the side, and dug my elbow in a little circle just so. He giggled as he brought his arms back down, and I had mixed emotions about the actions. A part of me felt a little relieved about the outlet. Another part of me wanted to chastise myself for crossing that boundary too early. The last part of me wanted to throw the controller and pounce on him. I forced myself to focus on the game. My rules might have been silly and self-imposed to some, but I kept them there for a reason. I liked following protocol. Well, more like had to. I knew once I started, I would not be able to stop, and if I wanted to enter this world, I would feel better if I knew I could resist temptation when the time came. That was what this whole visit had started from, anyway. But come tomorrow, he was going down.
