"Life by the drop" Part 36
By Corbin
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.

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? "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 now, 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...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. You
heard me right...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! ;)

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 pretty good too cause I
pack a hard punch, but 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. But 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 people.
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, yet 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 folks 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 in to 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 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...woman-to-woman 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 bout '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 expectation 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" she offered her hand, great she wants to shake hands now, 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....