College Years: 21 By Corbin, corbinforte@yahoo.com How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young Woman. Pre-Story Introduction/Ranting/Venting/Observations... RANT #1 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 (Maybe I'll include a conversation next time between two friends of mine, not much better). Anyway, how do I know its all bullshit? 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. I purposively walk over to an empty bench next to where the three guys stood and then 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 and know I'm a regular but anything to keep the conversation going I guess). My point is this, 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. Oh, I also guess some of you thought I was going to jump out from behind the column and snare two in a headlock and plant my foot into the third's family jewels? Well, in all reality I am very shy and conservative around people, which is why I have a reputation for being a stuck-up bitch at the gym. I don't know maybe 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 usually 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 'I 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. RANT #2 *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? Mostly you guys...no you don't smell sexy, you just STINK! Gives me a headache. RANT #3 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! :P 21 'If I miss one day of studying I panic...one day of exercise, more panic' I thought, 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, god 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 pony tail 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 of flesh. '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 adjustment 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 (No thongs please, what good is a thong anyway? I don't wear clothes tight enough to need a thong.) 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 matches its pure luck.) Dale suddenly sat up, still groggy, with a sheet over his lower half as he looked around the room, 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!" worse still he had a full blown morning hard-on. "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. Dale was back to sitting up, obliviously still out of it, the bed sheets were barely covering the lower half of his nude body. 'Mmmm...mmm...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, the panties stayed on last night...all night. That area is 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 plants 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? What 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 his imposing girlfriend 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'll see" came the casual sigh and I turned away to shut off the radio which was still softly playing from last night. "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. "I'll say your ball work is improving!" 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?' "Look...do you have to go now? Cause..." He never finished, hoping I would read his mind. I was already looking over my left shoulder; 'I'll be damn, he wants me to tend to his morning erection...Dale was no slouch in that department. Actually, my experience is limited to the man sitting on my bed right now. The first male 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 how I was suppose to one day work that up inside of me. Shit, two of my fingers felt damn snug...ugh...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 who 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. 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. He wasn't' happy about that, obviously hoping for some more of last night. Basically all I did was give him a hand job, it was a major step for me, but a big let down for Dale. He was expecting and hoping for more, well tough shit. Obviously he needed to be whipped back in line this morning, so NO touchy-squeezy of his penis and only a simple, light kiss on the lips as they parted. Gotta reel it back in so he doesn't get complacent, but he still left in a great mood.