College 17 By Corbin ********** Minding my own business (at least that is what I was trying to do) but last night I found myself eavesdropping on a conversation between three guys at the gym...they didn't know I was there and honestly I could only hear bits and pieces. I was standing behind a large column so they couldn't see me. NO I did not sneak up on them! They were college boys (which is different from College Men; 'Men' speak English properly and have a sense of self respect and respect towards others, 'boys' are immature as you will see in the following dialogue): Dip-shit College boy #1: "Hey man, what's up?" Dip-shit College boy #2: "Nothing man, what's going on?" Dip-shit College boy #3: "Hey bud" (Wow this has the makings of a super-duper conversation, let's see if it gets better, bet it doesn't!) Dip-shit College boy #2: "Where's so-and-so?" Dip-shit College boy #1: "Probably over his girlfriend's apartment, I called there the other day and her roommate answered the phone, said he was busy still in bed sleeping." Dip-shit College boy #1: "Busy probably fucking her." Dip-shit College boy #2 & 3: "Yeah" (snickering, giggles and laughter ensues) Dip-shit College boy #1: "So I run into this chick that answered the phone last night and she said 'you're an asshole'" (more snickers and laughter for some reason). Anyway those were the parts I could hear, my heart sank as I listened in I almost lost all motivation to work out it tore me up to hear to these guys talking like that. Are women much different? No not at all. Anyway how do I know there talk is all male bravado-bullshit? Well observe as I silently slip away from where I stood listening, only to reappear a few seconds later. But this time I entered the weight room from a different direction so they could see me this time. I purposively walk over to an empty bench next to where the three guys and then I innocently ask; "Sorry to be a bother, but are you guys using this bench?" I flip a few loose strands of hair over my right ear (nice touch eh?). Well what happened to all the tough male bravado? *POOF-PRESTO-BINGO* It vanished, suddenly gone. Now they were falling all over themselves to help; "No not at all, here let me..." and one guy scoots the bench towards me in a friendly gesture even going so far as offering to adjust the height on it. (What do I look like, a novice? They've seen me before I bet and know I'm a regular but anything to keep the conversation going I guess). My point is this (yes I have a point) suddenly they are all smiles and pleasantries, also their English improved several fold. Gee I thought for sure they would say something like "Hell NO Bitch! This bench is taken...go find your own damn bench!" Of course, had I gotten that response they would be picking up their teeth with broken fingers. All guys want is to be given a nice smile and a little eye contact once in awhile, it really does wonders for the male spirit. But since I do not enjoy pandering to fragile egos I do NOT engage in this practice. Besides I find that if I open the door to a little dialogue it will almost always get misconstrued as 'She must like me', at which point I must then awkwardly end the conversation by saying; "Gotta run!" and with a quick wave I turn away. And another thing! *HACK* *COUGH* *BARF* I wish you guys and girls would chill on the perfume and cologne, I mean what the hell is the deal...your nose has become so desensitized to the smell that you have to douse your body in the shit now? No you don't smell sexy, you just STINK! Gives me a headache. Finally for those of you that find my writing long winded, boring, draining to read, guess what? I'm now going to make it LONGER, MORE MIND-NUMBING BORING then ever before, God I hope it turns your one brain cell into mush! Just wait till I get to the part where I start working at a Nursery, that's right; dirt, potted, plants, flowers. I love that shit and I'm going to write about it HA! I can hear the groaning now, I love it! ********** 'If I miss one day of studying I panic...one day of exercise, more panic!' hence the frantic way I was brushing my teeth and even worse it was six o'clock in the morning. 'What the hell am I doing up so early? I've lost my mind I know it. My hair, my lord, I can't remember the last time I had it cut, it was getting long (down the middle of my back) and out of control'. Sloppily I had pulled it back into a ponytail as my eyes now focused on the white foam bubbling over my bottom lip. All the while my right hand was zipping up and down, back and forth in a blur. 'Ahhhh I love that feeling, that just brushed feeling in the morning!' as I smacked my lips together, a smile forming as I continued my stare into the mirror. 'Damn I should do toothbrush commercials I love brushing so much. But am I doing commercials? No I'm just standing here smiling like an idiot in the mirror.' Several adjustments to my sports bra, 'fucking boobs' and presto, bingo I'm ready to go!' Hey when you're a fashion wreck dressing is easy: 1 pair of plain white cotton panties 1 pair of running shoes or sandals. 1 pair of knee length shorts, something light. 1 pair of socks. 1 sports bra. 1 tee-shirt. 1 cap or bandana to keep the hair in place. (Maybe a pad or two just in case it's around that time, you know, of the month! HAHAHA you didn't need to know that did you? But I told you anyway so deal with it! By the way, if I leave the dorm room and anything is color matching it's pure luck.) Dale suddenly sat up still groggy with a sheet over his lower half as he looked around the room (yes he had boxers on), it was early morning and the radio was still playing. Suddenly he flopped back down on the bed when he saw the clock, "6:00am, Holy Shit! Do you know what time it is?" He called out. "Yeah sorry, but I need to get a move on with practice and studying." I called out from the bathroom. 'Mmmm' I thought as I stepped into my room and looked him over, my eyes repeatedly swept up and down his exposed upper half. He has some incredible abs, shoulders and biceps...he plays football after all and keeps his bod in great shape, not half bad to look at either. Definitely has the Mathew McConaughey look going on *whew* don't get me started on Matthew, damn my head spins when I watch him in a movie, or photograph, or hell just a mental image dancing thru my head is...OKAY ENOUGH!! I need to focus. 'Even with Dale and his good looks, I still maintain my willpower. Some areas are off limits to him till I am married: End of discussion!' I quickly idled my sex drive into neutral. Time to get serious and I planted my feet about shoulder width apart, fists planted firmly on my hips as if trying to do my best stance of authority, yet a smile slips past my lips while watching him struggle to awaken. "When do you want to get together next? There's a big, fancy social next weekend." He enthusiastically smiled. "What the hell was that? Are you asking me?" I snapped. 'Really now, has he lost it? He knows I'm picky about good manners.' Dale finished rubbing his eyes and looked back up at me and right away he could see I was not happy, "What I meant to say..." He smiled. "Yes? Please rephrase that earlier comment." I glared, still rooted to my original spot, analyzing every word coming out of his mouth. "Would you please go to a party with me next weekend, as my date?" Trying to give the most humble expression he could. "We will see." came the casual sigh and I turned away to shut off the radio. "What the hell else have you got planned now?" He shrugged speaking a little louder. "I have to see what my study schedule looks like and assuming I'm still on the team I'm really coming along with my ball work." Oh I was going with him to the party all right, but a little teasing and torture was in order. "You can start by helping me out with some ball work." He laughed. "Sick! Soccer ball...Soccer balls!" I blushed and couldn't resist smiling. 'Guys and their dicks, I mean is sex on the brain 24/7?' Dale's is the first penis I have actually ever touched, but one thing is for sure, it looked damn big enough to me. I'm a tall, strong girl, but still I wondered if Dale and I got Married how was I suppose to one day work that up inside of me! Frightening! Okay enough I'm not going to worry about that now I was already starting to panic about next weekends big Social-Event. It's very formal and I knew for sure I had nothing to wear, no shoes...nothing even to start with... Fuck! I knew exactly whom I needed to ask help from, but knowing how things were on- again-off-again with Sharon I was afraid that some blowup would probably come from it. I could always ask Nikki but like I have always said we don't like to talk about boys when together, so Yippee! I can't wait, *grumble*, *bitch*, *complain*, *grrr* I hate arguing with Sharon, she is so manipulative and has been so bitchy lately. "Sorry gotta go." I smiled with a shrug as he was still waking up. ********** I love the summer...actually I love all the seasons, but my friends sometime complain that it's too hot outside...YEAH!!! I wish it was hotter...I love the heat. ********** Well for the rest of the day everything was going quite well, until later that evening... "What?" I snapped in an agitated tone, nothing polite, just a swift 'what?' I was studying and someone was knocking on my door, don't bother me when I am trying to study. "Just me." came the meek reply on the other side of the door. Hmmm it was Sharon and her tone had a little somberness to it now my curiosity was peaked. God what a contrast in appearance; Sharon dressed up in her black short dress and heels, then there was me just standing there looking like I had just showered, wearing one of my soccer jerseys and a pair of grey sweats. How's that for a sexy image? I sat down on the edge of my bed basically I was floored Sharon had come over to make amends and didn't waist any time starting in; "We need to get allot of stuff out in the open, so if you want to say something, angry or not, that's fine, because I'm fed up with this tension that's between us." Sharon swept her right hand from left to right as if cutting the very air in front of her. I looked up just a little stunned at Sharon's directness more so in the faint quiver now moving over the bottom of Sharon's lip, so I tried a softer approach, "Well look Sharon, I know we've..." I took a deep breath, "...we've not had a lot of time together." I felt Sharon watching me, studying me when I suddenly looked up at her, the glistening in my eyes and blushing of emotion in my face caught Sharon totally off guard. "I've missed you too." Sharon voice came down to something a little softer. (Look readers if all this soft-mushy-girl-talk starts to annoy you, then get the hell out of here! Anyway, where was I before I was so rudely interrupted.) "Look I've missed you too Sharon, but I'm not going to tell you what to do, or beg you to stop what you're doing just to spend time with me. That wouldn't be fair to you regardless of how I feel about your parties and Sorority stuff." I shrugged. I despised the giddy/goofy/Sorority-Fraternity world (even tho Dale was in a Fraternity and Sharon in a Sorority). I also have to admit that I felt some odd sense of satisfaction that Sharon was the one pursuing me in trying to mend our friendship. Sharon sat down next to me on the bed, "I'm sorry," she sighed "You're still my best friend, I just don't want to loose that, and I hope you still think of me that way as well?" But a lingering crack in her voice reveled Sharon was a bit unsure. I just smiled and looked over "Of course I still think of you as my best friend." Uhhhmmm that wasn't the total truth, Nikki and I had such a tight bond that we seemed to think as-one at times, Nikki and I were not only best friend (brace yourself folks for this old clich‚) but soul-mates. Everything sounds nice and reconciled right? That is until Sharon decided to push too far! "If only you would pledge my Sorority Corbin! Everything would be perfect!" Sharon gave me this joyous yet pleading look hopeful I would cave in. HA! FAT FUCKING CHANCE! "Don't make that face!" Sharon scowled and leaned away immediately looking disappointed. I was giving her my best sour-disgusted-expression, which annoys the hell out of her, it annoys the hell out of everyone...hahaha! "No way!" I said. "You don't have to be so ugly about it!" Sharon's right hand reached over and pinched my forearm hard. "OUCH! What the hell!" I jerked my arm away. "Your so mean to me and my Sisters! Always making fun of us." Sharon pouted. Okay I chilled on my hostility some while rubbing the red spot on my forearm from where Sharon had just pinched me, I guess I was overdoing it and it did hurt Sharon's feelings. "Sorry." I sighed and gave Sharon a hug. So now my mind starts playing tricks on me, as I sat there hugging Sharon I suddenly started to reminisce about how Nikki feels and smells (With her Victoria Secret scented bath oil on her neck and cheek, hair. That smooth skin...God Dammit! What the hell!) My eyes were blinking and sweat was rolling down my face as I sat next to Sharon thinking about Nik. Shit I was messed up in the head, I'm doomed I used to think; I'm bisexual, no I'm not, yes you are....' oh no I'm arguing with myself in my head now!17_College