Downpour on my Soul Part 37 By Corbin How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman. I can no longer classify Hip-Hop/Rap as music. It's just a bunch of background noise, where most of the people lift/sample music from older hits and try to make it into a new hit single. Let me very clear about this...A REMAKE OF A SONG IS NEVER BETTER THEN THE ORIGINAL! Also, whenever a singer/song writer does a remake AND/OR a greatest hits CD, I pretty much assume their career is over and they are now desperate for sales to hopefully re-energize their career. While I am the mood to vent, let me go on to say that I voted for John Kerry. Want to know why? Well, I'll tell you anyway, because I believe in term-limits. Politicians will never self impose term limits, life is way too good for them and they've managed to fool many of the simple minds of this country into getting them re-elected back into office...over and over and over and over... I believe every politician gets one shot only! Get in...get it done...and get out. And when your term in office is over, you loose all Government benefits, thus they must now go back into society...back into the private sector they go, to experience the ups and downs of Healthcare/Benefits and so on, just like the rest of us. Just my own agenda I'm pushing for. So where were we? Oh I remember :) I was surprised by Tasha's firm grasp and it momentarily caught me off guard, but coming off a strong workout earlier that evening and the mix of good wine made me 'game'. I admit it was fun watching this girl almost gasp out loud when I flexed my forearm muscles, poor thing...she really was in over her head and I couldn't help but give a knowing grin before letting go. So I thought she got the point, but this girl just seemed to get more infuriated, well isn't that just dandy? I really didn't have time for this crap and lowered my head, tipping the wine glass to my lips as I suddenly regretted my actions. I knew I shouldn't have shown off like that and glanced up hoping that no bad 'vibes' were still there, but boy was I wrong, Tasha had that look on her face like she wanted to smack me or something. "Well, it was nice to meet you." I suddenly blurted out and kind of shifted a little towards the kitchen door like I wanted to make a quick exit. "Sharon's told me allot about you." Tasha took a step back and leaned against the opposing counter, so we now stood about five feet directly across from one another. "Oh yeah?" I perked up slightly, but I really couldn't give a shit, this chick was annoying me. I watched Tasha finish off her own drink and she placed it on the counter behind her. She then proceeded to shift her weight to one side, her short miniskirt rode up her left thigh revealing her a nice pair of long, well-toned legs, accented more so by her dark skin. So what was this girl's motive? I figured she was just looking to try and one-up me................ohhh puhhhlease. "Sharon also tells me you're into sports?" "Yeah, some." I sighed as my posture relaxed and I smiled with a casual air, but it seemed like a good time to end the conversation as I was terrible with chit-chat and wanted to mingle a bit. "Well, it was nice meeting you Tasha, We'll talk later okay?" Quickly I pushed off from the counter and gave another quick smile before exiting the kitchen. Was that rude of me? Maybe, I really don't give a shit, this girl wanted to banter with me and that crap bores the hell out of me. I managed to dodge her until I could make my way back into the kitchen to raid the refrigerator and contemplated having another drink, my mind was automatically counting the calories as everything I ate was finely tuned to my workout regimine. "Hey Corbin." the voice called out startling me a little and I spun around, a bottle in my right hand, an empty glass in the left. "Oh, hi David" I sighed and set both on the counter and I think I totally surprised David by leaning over to hug him, it was a move inspired by three glasses of wine, "How have you been?" I asked. "Good, very good." David smiled, but he seemed to be fighting to remain steady and not slur his words. I have to admit, David was a fairly attractive, clean cut guy that came form a fairly prominent family, but was kind of shy around girls (I like that). "Look, I'm sorry Corbin, if I come across a little...well, I've had a bit to drink tonight." He laughed and blushed. I just smiled and began pouring the wine into my glass. "Well David, don't you worry, everyone is on the tipsy side right now." Trying to ease his mind. "Would you like to go out sometime?" The question came suddenly and I just froze, setting the bottle down on the counter. Poor guy, he appeared to be sweating a little bit as he stuffed his hands nervously into his pockets. "It could be casual, you know, but hey, I'm sorry for putting you on the spot...I warned you...I...I'm rambling now." David gasped in horror. "It's okay, really. Yeah, sure we can try for something casual if you like, maybe go out and...I don't know, surprise me." I shrugged. "Oh...I...okay..." He stuttered for a second. "It's okay, I just said 'yes'" I leaned forward and laughed a little thus causing him laugh a little at his own awkwardness. "Okay...okay..." he blushed and shrugged, "...I guess I was just preparing for the worst." he smiled. Poor guy, I don't think this was a pity date, I think David was nice, but still had to be careful not to trample on his heart too hard because he was not romantic material for me. So I guess the question that is now popping up, 'Why did you accept? Now your leading the guy on!' Oh please, if he can't handle a 'friendly date' then that's his problem, he'll get over it. By about 1:00am most everyone had departed, thank god! "Did you have a good time?" Sharon asked. I don't remember what I mumbled in response from the kitchen. "What!? I can't hear you!" Sharon called out. "Yes!" I reluctantly replied. I could give a shit about who did what or who had a good time, the kitchen was a freaking mess! "Sharon, get your lazy butt in here and help me clean all this stuff up!" I snapped. "No, that's your job, I planned this gig, YOU can clean up." Sharon snapped. So in response, I began clanging dishes and glasses as I filled the dishwasher up. "And you better not break anything either." Sharon warned. And then it happened, I purposvilly slammed a glass into the sink breaking it. Well, it's just a glass, I tend to do that anyway, break things that piss me off. "What the hell?!!!" Sharon came storming into the kitchen and up to the sink to inspect the damage. I stood leaning against the counter propped up by my right hand, a satisfied scowl covering my face as I crossed my right leg in front of my left. "One of my good, god-damn wine glasses you clumsy oaf!" Sharon eyes just went bug eyed. "It was an accident." I sneered, but fought to hide a smile. "My ass it was, you did that on purpose!" Sharon turned and pointed her finger almost right into my chest and then at the sink. "No, it slipped." I shrugged, but Sharon stepped forward and got right in my face, "Bullshit, you did that on purpose!" "Well..." I huffed "...so what...what if I did?!" I just folded my arms across my chest defiantly. "I'll tell you what! Your going to clean it up, that's what, AND THEN your going to finish this damn kitchen!" "Oh no I'm not and you can't make me!" I growled with a smile and shook my head back and forth in the form of a 'No'. "Oh really, just watch me!" Sharon suddenly grabbed my forearm with her left hand and my bicep with her right, securing a good grip on my arm before giving a hard jerk towards the sink. "Now look girly, unlike everyone else, I'm not scared of you, now get busy!" Sharon pointed to the broken glass in the sink. I just sort of leaned forward and braced my arms against the counter top. I wasn't really mad with Sharon and that's the way she was, pretty physical when she wanted to be. To be honest, my mind wasn't really on the party, the dishes but something else. Sharon was still standing and waiting, watching. "What's wrong?" Sharon finally sighed, her head leaning to the left, trying to get a better look at my face. "Your not normally like this, what's going on?" "Just under allot of stress right now, that's all." "Work? What?" Sharon's had slowly started to rub my back now, it felt good and destracting. "No, works fine. Mike, you know him? From the gym. He's been pestering to sponsor me in some...competition." There I said it, and went suddenly quiet. "What?!...are you serious?" Sharon's mood suddenly changed, showing her enthusiasm. "Like what kind?!" "A Fitness Competition or maybe some Bodybuilding." It came out almost in a whisper, as if I even felt uncomfortable saying it aloud, even to Sharon. "That's great! Awesome! Wow...when is it, I mean I knew you've been spending allot of time at the gym, but...." "Sharon please! I haven't said I would do it, I don't know...I...look, it's not that easy for me." I always hated that, when people would get all pumped and amped up about something, espeicially when I wan't even commited to anything yet. I looked over and now Sharon had the look of irriation back on her face again. "Now what's wrong?" I asked. "You!" Sharon said harshly. "I know." I groaned and hung my head a little low. I think Sharon was fed up with my shy, indecisive attitude about things like this...ever since college I've become more isolated and resistant to doing things that require me to be a bit more of an extrovert. "You know, I just don't get it, you have the legs, the arms, THE body. Not only CAN you do it, but you can WIN!" Sharon quickly turned around and gripped my shoulders from behind, her face pressing in close. "I know you can." Her voice a soft whisper of encouragement. "Thanks. I just need some more time to think about it you know." And suddenly a wave of guilt came over me as I reached down into the sink and picked up the remains of a broken stem of glass. "Gheesh...I am really sorry, for...breaking your glass and...well...getting angry." Sharon took the glass from my hand, gently placing it into the trash bag, "It's okay, really." Picking up the nearby trash bag, she began to also clean up. "Here, let me help you." She said. "So I hear David asked you out and you said yes" Sharon teased as they worked in the kitchen together. "Oh yeah, well I thought it would be nice to see what it would be like if we went to hang out for a few hours, I just hope he doesn't plan anything overly romantic because I'm not sure I really think of him in that light" I said. "Did you tell him that?" Sharon probed. "I told him something 'casual' but wether he retained that, we'll see." "You have ridiculously high standards, you know that?" Sharon complained. "I know, but I don't like dating just to date Sharon, I never have." "I know....I know" Sharon replied but her tone was more supportive this time.