My Story Part 37

By Corbin

Life by the drop

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If you've made it this far, and if you have I question the amount of time 
you have on your hands as well as your sanity, then you know I am out of 
college and have been for two years now. Honestly, I am getting sick of 
writing in the past tense....or writing about things that happened the other 
day...yesterday....last week....last month...two years ago!! I want to talk 
about what happened RIGHT NOW!...THIS MORNING!

I think you get my point.

So I'm going to catch everyone up on the past two years of my life in 
short-form...mainly because it AIN'T THAT EXCITING! Not that my High 
School and College days were...but we will see.

In any case, here we are, or here I am, fresh out of College (that sounds 
gay, but seems suitable so I wrote that). Sharon and I moved in together 
after we figured out the ground rules, for co-existing that is, which would 
save me from going crazy and her from getting a severe beating for 
annoying the crap out of me. Sharon understood me though, she knew I 
was quiet most of the time and could be loner, she didn't take any of that 
personally. On the other end of the spectrum, she was a social terror, 
always coming and going, planning, inviting co-workers over and having 
small social events at our townhouse to schmooze with her peers at work. 
What fucking peers? Her father is the CEO and Chairman, she goes crying 
to daddy if people give her a hard time. 

I usually hide in my room or stay at the bookstore or gym when she has 
company over. I'll even go to a movie by myself. And on the rare occasion 
she insists that I make an appearance at one of her parties, I just grin and 
bear it. You guys could take a lesson here! I met my next boyfriend at the 
bookstore on one of my great escapes from a Sharon party. I was looking 
mighty fine to, in my gray sweat pants and pull-over sweat shirt, hair 
pulled back into a ponytail and no makeup. I was there to escape, not 
meet anyone, but meet someone I did! For the sake of privacy, we will 
call him Robert :)

He started the conversation as I was standing in an aisle way, fairly 
focused on finding a book, my eyes roaming back and forth on the 
shelves, totally oblivious to someone standing next to me, until I saw his 
hand point to a shelf and say "That's a good one."

Why did I respond with more then a simple nod? Because he didn't even look at 
me, he seemed shy himself, but he was handsome and my height and looked fit, and 
okay why am I going down my mental checklist to see if he's dating material? 

"Thank you." I said and turned my head towards him, to see if he was going to 
engage my stare. Sure enough he did and it's amazing what a smile can do to a 
guy, I saw the transformation instantly, he became putty in my hands 
bwahahahahaha!

Seriously, more on him later.

So, as most of you know, I don't watch allot of TV, mainly because I had 
Sharon to entertain me, she was so full of drama it was amazing. She was 
all about appearances and used to razz me all the time about my 
disheveled appearance or my tardiness to her little parties, but then she 
would turn around and be extremely touchy-feely with me. Now that's not 
too uncommon, we women can be affectionate towards one another, but 
strictly in a friendly sense mind you. But this was also the time that I 
started to doubt where that friendly line was being drawn with her, like 
whenever I would get stressed out she was there to massage my 
shoulders and neck, okay nothing odd about that, but when I started getting that 
electric shudder thru my body whenever her fingers worked into my skin, I 
began to worry. But I knew Sharon was straight as an arrow, had a 
boyfriend at the time and things with Robert (book store guy) were getting 
serious. 

I had other suitors by the way, but I found a definite distinction amongst all 
of the men and could easily classify them into separate niches or 
fetishes; The most extreme were the ones that wanted me to beat them 
up, well not beat them up with my fists, but wrestle them because I took Jiu-
Jitsu at the time so they wanted to 'Roll' with me, but only because it was a 
turn on to them, and let me retell a true moment as evidence:

"She can kick my ass any day she wants."

That is an exact quote that I overheard at a party Sharon was hosting one 
evening. So, it begs the question, what is it with you guys and wanting girls 
to kick your asses? I would be happy to oblige, please just form a line right 
HERE and the ass whippings will begin. But that's not fair, not every guy 
deserves that, well...then again :)

I was even more shocked when I heard Sharon snap right back at him, 
"You'd enjoy that wouldn't you?" That's Sharon for you, clever and quick 
thinking. I was even more surprised when the guy responded with some 
honesty, "Hell yeah!" and I think everyone knew he was serious.

Freaking pervert! ;)

Who am I to talk? Because the guy that made that comment was David, and his 
words would later come back to haunt him and me and my boyfriend. But I'm 
getting ahead of myself...again!

Anyway, where was I? Hell if I know, I am going to ramble in this part and 
there is not a damn thing you can do about it! Oh yeah, some guys would 
push on me, playing around I think to try and rile me up so I would push 
or hit them back. One time I turned around and slugged a guy in the arm 
when he shoved me on the shoulder, I could tell it hurt him too cause I pack a 
hard punch and the way he grabbed at his arm and rolled his shoulder in allot of 
discomfort. But then he had this look of glee in his eyes, like 
he wanted me to belt him again, how very odd. That's only the minority, 
most guys want to do the straight up dating thing; dinner, movies, 
walks all of that fine stuff that I do really love, but that's about it. I do 
appreciate compliments from men who focus on my muscles and I think 
allot of women out there are really missing out on all the attention being 
strong and fit can bring. Most girls go for the sickly thin or 'I don't give a 
crap' fat look or somewhere in between, but I am in the minority of 
women who seriously 'lift'. Well, not body builder serious, but darn close. I 
admit, sometimes I pose in front of the mirror, especially after taking a 
shower when I am soaking wet. I don't feel bad for indulging in those 
moments because I spend so much time working in the gym and to see the 
payoff is amazing, it's hard to walk that fine line of getting really buff and 
strong while keeping something of a very sensual appeal to my body. 

Anyway, I would love to crank the heat up on the shower, till steam would 
fill the entire bathroom, all nice and hot. And then still nude, totally soaked 
I would step onto the mat right outside the tube and to my right is a full 
length mirror. So anyway, that is one of my few moments of self-
admiration.

But let me recall an event that still hangs vividly in the back of my mind 
and still is a lingering problem. Well, I should say 'she' is still a lingering 
problem, yeah, can you believe it? I still have a run in or two with 
disagreeable people. I mean, what the heck! I'm such a joy to be around!

But really, I'm still trying to mind my own business here...but alas, trouble 
comes looking for me. I should have just gone to the Library or Gym that 
evening, but instead I did the 'meet and greet' at a little social event 
Sharon put together. Sharon has a lot of friends, I don't even try and keep 
track of them all, some come and go and I never see them again. On this 
particular night I was eyeing a spread of food in the kitchen, my eyes 
dancing over the layout in tune with the growling in my tummy. But, I'm a 
picky eater, so I was trying to discretely inspect all the finger sandwiches, 
I'm sure it was all good, various cheeses laid out and bags of snacks 
spread out all over the place. I don't drink beer, so I opened a chilled 
bottle of Wine and poured myself a glass. I was actually enjoying myself, 
I was alone in the small kitchen while everyone was scattered 
throughout the townhouse. (See I told you guys, I liked to be alone :) 

Have you ever had a moment when you KNEW someone was watching 
you? Of course you have, and this is the little story of how I met 
Tasha, a pain in my ass. But she was Sharon's friend so I gave her plenty 
of maneuvering room...or I should say I gave her attitude plenty of room 
to maneuver. Although she was quite different in most respects from 
Sharon, Tasha shared one interest that Sharon considered to be a 'top 
priority'; Shopping. Tasha found Sharon's boisterous and somewhat 
outlandish personality absolutely a 'trip' to be around.  Not the best of 
friends, they still called and made the occasional effort to hang out and 
socialize as they shared similar tastes, although Sharon found it privately 
intriguing to be such good friends with a black girl (I could have hidden 
that fact, but it's true so deal with it). On a personal note, I get along with 
black men very, very well...but I rarely...RARELY have ever had a pleasant 
encounter with a black woman for some reason (I have my ideas), I get 
lots of attitude, cutting eyes and big talk. But I just hold my head up high 
and walk right on by, kill them with kindness I say, although a smack 
upside the head may work equally well. I eventually had to physically 
adjust Tasha's attitude, but more on that later...let's get back to our little 
initial meeting.

From the moment I turned around, I could tell, her look spoke volumes as 
she was sizing me up. But I was buzzing a little from the wine so I wasn't 
that tuned into this girl's agenda, that is if she had one at the moment. I 
wondered if Sharon warned her in advance that I could be a little abrasive 
with first introductions. Probably, but as I indicated, just another girl in a 
long line of black women who 'cop' an attitude with me. Now is that 
prejudice of me to say that? Maybe, but I have volumes of experience to 
back it up, so that's what I think!

Right from the word 'Go', Tasha had a bold, in your face style and attitude. 
It was as if she wanted to go out of her way to meet me tonight, one-on-
one and size me up. You see, I suspect Tasha had been getting a big dose of the 
way Sharon would talk-me-up around her friends, bragging about me as if I was 
some idol, all very nauseating stuff, but Sharon love's to brag about anything 
and everything she owns or the people she knows. So by now, I'm sure this girl 
if fit to be tied, sick of hearing about 'Corbin is so great...so athletic...so 
strong...blah blah blah...'
 
So I guess, I am not surprised that when we shook hands for the first time 
I picked on a slight sneer of contempt forming over her lips.

"You must be Corbin?" was a nice of enough question, you would think. 
Well, I though thought it was, but with that question you have to add in her 
expression and darting eyes, doing a quick 'sizing up', so suddenly it gets a 
bit tainted with attitude. But you have to understand, sometimes we 
women have to struggle with the external expectations to make pleasant 
conversation that conflicts with an internal bitchy competitiveness, one that 
I could see brewing behind Tasha's expression.

My response, based on the above analysis, went from enthusiastic to down 
right curt also you have to understand I just had my moment of privacy 
interrupted. So, as I quickly tried to chew and swallow, taking a small sip 
of wine, I just smiled and nodded 'Yes', that was it.

"I'm Tasha" And the girl offered her hand, great she wants to shake hands, 
so then I had to relinquish my glass to a nearby counter. However, giving 
this girl her due credit, I will say that she was very attractive. Tasha wears 
her hair straight with bangs tapering down around her forehead almost 
invading her cheeks.  Her eyes were big, dark and wide, the look was 
piercing. Her other features were very feminine with high cheekbones and 
surprisingly pert nose. Her lips were full with little to no makeup on. 
Nevertheless, she was a pretty girl in the face, with slender shoulders, but 
a very tone, lean figure making her appear thinner then she was. 

And I've rambled enough........finger cramps....ahhhh.......wish they were 
the only kind I got....hahahah.....aghem....




  
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