Ooh what alcohol does to me...
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I love liquor. Alcohol can make the most timid person act a fucking fool. Let�s take ME for example. Even though I�m not timid, I can be conservative at times. Normally I would never go up to a man and pinch his ass, I would never go up to a man and say "damn you got some big feet, you know what that means?" and I would never let some stranger(s) repeatedly grab my ass. But after a wine cooler, a glass of Hypnotic, an Incredible Hulk, and a apple martini...almost anything was possible. After all that liquor in my body, I was feeling quit lovely. Thank God the party on Saturday night was right by my house so I didn�t have to drive far. If I got too drunk I could have walked home but I don�t know if that would have been any safer than driving. I had a really good time and like always, the highlight came at the end of the party. Just before the party got ready to end I headed down stairs to the restroom and that�s when I first bumped into Oscar . He asked me how I was doing. I said I was doing great all the while I�m rubbin on his chest. Oscar just looked me in my eye and said I had better stop cause he got a thang for light skinned women. What Oscar don�t know is I got a thang for men with bald heads and nice bodies so he best stay out my path. When the party ended, Rie and I decided to go and tag team Oscar. Your probably wondering what the hell is tag team...right?? It�s a lil game Rie and I like to play when we see a good-looking man. Rie will start off rubbing the guy like his chest, ass, legs, head, ect. Then she will tag me and it�s my turn to do the touching and rubbing. Thank God Oscar seems like cool peeps cause any other guy could have easily been offended�.I take that back I think men would have enjoyed two nice looking women seducing them with their hands. In my drunkenness, Oscar and I started talking and I mentioned to him that his friend never called me. Somehow we also started talking about school..or was it jobs..anyways I cant even remember the conversation, I just remember Oscar mentioning that he was in the service and that he got a degree in something that sounded real fancy. My attraction to Oscar just multiplied by 2 when he mentioned that he had a college education. There is nothing more appealing to me than an educated man. We also started talking about football. He said that he played football for a local community college. I asked him what position he played and he said middle linebacker. Oscar aint a tiny man but he is only bout 5�11 maybe 220-230 (trust me it�s all muscle). I asked him if he thought he was too small for middle linebacker? Oscar�s answer: �I�m an animal�. Whew�All I could think was I like an opportunity to attempt to tame the beast in him. (down girl!!). Oscar asked for my number but he did it so slick that I just assumed he was trying to do it on the friendly tip. He said that me and Rie were cool peeps and he said we should hang out sometime. I really didn�t think anything of it. I was still trying to make my way out the club and I saw this cutie so I grabbed his ass and kept walking. I tried to play it off and make it look like Rie who was standing behind me did it. But the dude knew it was me. As I was standing on the stairs talking to another dude who was trying to get us to go to an after party at somebody�s house, the dude who�s ass I had just grabbed came for revenge. After he grabbed my ass he decided the ass was so fat he needed another feel and I let him. I even turned so he could grab the other side. The dude I was talking to on the stairs decided he wanted a feel too. I just stood their grinning from ear to ear letting perfect strangers rub my ass. (see what alcohol does to ya) When I finally made it outside, some dude in an Escalade was trying to get my attention. I�m not usually impressed by people�s cars so at first I was just ignoring him. He had his music up loud and I knew he was trying to show off. His friend was standing outside the car saw me looking at the car. He told me that his friend (the driver) was trying to get my attention. I decided to go and at least see what he wanted. I talked to the driver and his friend in the passenger seat for a good little while. Both the dudes were so cool. They weren�t even trying to hollah at me. Me and the driver did exchange numbers. I was not interested in him at all. He was a little too small for me but he seemed cool anyways. As Rie and I were walking to the car we saw Oscar once again. We walked up behind him, Rie grabbed the left cheek and I grabbed the right. I vaguely remember Rie saying something to him about me and temptation. I remember Oscar trying to get me to go to the after party. I gave up on house parties in Sac back in high school. Even though the crowd was a little bit older I still get leery cause I have been to too many house party were there was fighting and shooting and I refuse to put myself in that situation again. Besides my ass was too drunk and the last thing I wanted to do was attempt to drive 5 or 6 miles. I was also thinking if I went to the house party and Oscar was there and we got a moment alone�.I may wake up on Sunday morning with regrets. Instead I drove on home witch thankfully was just around the corner. Right as I was pulling into my complex, I get a call on my cell phone. At first I assumed it was the dude in the Escalade. But it was temptation calling. At least that�s what he said. Yep, that�s right, it was Oscar. Again I barely remember the conversation, he said that he was on his way to the after party and he was going to call me later when the party. I just said ok but my ass was going to be in the bed sleep. When I got home, I was starving. I had not eaten since early that afternoon. Somehow I managed to warm up some turkey chili�but I think I ate it my sleep. When I woke up the next morning I noticed that I had ate all my chili but barely remember eating it. I vaguely remember turning on the TV. To watch Apollo but I really think Apollo watched me. I spent all of Sunday lounging in my robe. That�s the only pitfall to alcohol, the next day I have like no energy. I didn�t get up until 6:00pm when Rie, J and I decided to go to the movies to see The Fighting Temptations. Which by the way was a real feel good kinda movie. I definitely have to get that soundtrack. I just got some bad news this morning�. I was watching the BET black college football game on Saturday. My Alma Mater Tuskegee was playing Hampton. Unfortunately my school lost big time�the score was 56-0. I have never seen TU play so badly. They have been SIAC champs for the last 5 years. Even though Hampton is a Div. 1 school and Tuskegee is Div. 2 I think we could have hung with them. I now know why we possibly played so bad. One of my friends just e-mailed me and told me on of the football coaches, Coach Campbell died on Friday night. While at TU I worked in the housing office one summer with Coach Campbell�s wife. She is one of the sweetest women I know and I always wondered what the hell she was doing with Coach Campbell. Coach Campbell was bout 6�3 and weighed well over 400 pounds. Mrs. Campbell on the other hand was bout 5�5 and wore a size 8. She was slim for a women in her late 30�s who had 4 kids. That fall I started working in the athletic department and ended up working for Coach Campbell. At first it was cool. He was nice and I often got paid for doing simple stuff like going to McDonalds to buy the coaches lunch, sending letters to recruits, updating stats, and tutoring football players. For me it was a dream job. I got to be around a bunch of buff dudes for a few hours 3 times a week. Coach Campbell eventually started taking advantage of my kindness and innocence. I guess he thought I was some football groupie. Little did he know that even though I enjoyed looking at the boys, that�s bout all I did. I will admit that I dated a few of the football players but not while I was working in the Athletic department. One Friday afternoon, I went to work as usual. Coach Campbell told me that I did not have to work that day. I was like cool and was on my way out the door. He said but I want you to meet some new recruits at the Kellogg (the hotel on campus) later tonight. I asked him for what and he said just to show the new recruits around. He told me to take them to a party, and show them around campus. Then he said �do whatever you have to do to get them to come here�. When I asked him what that meant he just looked at me and said �don�t play dumb�just do what you have to do�. I told Coach Campbell that he had me fucked up with some of these other little girls. I don�t get down like that. I told him I don�t mind showing the recruits around campus but there is no way in hell I was going to sleep with one of those boys. Coach Campbell just said never mind and that I didn�t have to meet with the recruits and that he would find someone else to do it. After that day, Coach Campbell treated me differently. He started yelling at me a lot and just being rude. I used to enjoy going to Coach Campbell�s office and talking with him but after I told him I don�t �do favors� I began to dread going to work. I endured the meanness too long. One day Coach Campbell just started yelling at me for no reason. I told Coach Campbell that I was done working for him and that I was going to find someone else to work for. A week later I brought him the paper work to sign so that I could find another job on campus. Coach Campbell blew up at me again and said he would not sign the papers and that I was not going anywhere and that I had to stay and work for him. I was so upset that I just fuck it and walked out the office. Another coach, Coach Woody overheard some of the conversation. He saw me coming out of Coach Campbell�s office crying and took me into his office to talk to him. I told him briefly why I wanted to leave the athletic department. I was tired of being yelled at and expected to exploit myself for some damn football recruits. Coach Woody then took me into Coach Comegy office who was the head football coach. I told Coach Comegy the same thing and he told me that he didn�t want me to leave the Athletic Department and that he would write Coach Campbell up. I agreed to stay but there was no way I would work with Coach Campbell. Coach Woody asked me to come work with him. As I was walking out the gym that afternoon, one of the football players who was in Coach Woody�s office when I came in crying asked me if I was ok. I told him that I was fine, but he knew something was wrong. Most of the football players knew what big nasty flirts their coaches were. So the football player I�m sure assumed that there was some sexual harassment going on. He told some other players and that night, I got bout 3-4 calls from football players that I knew. They all wanted to know what Coach Campbell had done to me. I thought that was nice, especially when of them offered to fuck Coach Campbell�s fat ass up. I later figured out why Coach Comegy and Coach Woody were so insistent that I stay in the Athletic Department. I knew too much damn dirt on those coaches and some of the female students they were messing with. Also I�m sure they didn�t want me to go to the deans office and report all the sexual harassment that was going on�which I was very tempted to do. I was so happy when I graduated and I didn�t have to work in the Athletic Department anymore. At first it was cool, but after 9 months of being sexual harassed by fat ass coaches almost everyday, I was sick of it. I could with stand the harassment from the football players but it was the coaches and their daily propositions to get me to go home with them that drove me crazy. I feel bad about Coach Campbell�s death even though I could not stand his ass. I heard he died of a heart attack. I�m not surprised seeing he was a huge man and constantly ate fat, greasy food. I just feel bad for Mrs. Campbell and her kids. |
11:42 a.m. || September 22, 2003 |
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