Do you remember when we were in high school, I used to sneak out late and go to those killer parties in the Bottoms? I know, I shouldn’t have been there but I couldn’t help it. What’s the point of being young and full of life if you can’t enjoy it, right? I mean, what could happen anyways? I can smell evil a mile off and easily rip a grown man’s arm out of it’s socket if I get angry enough.
Anyway, I never told you but one night, this creep from school, Tim Bagget, was at the same party as I was. I was still working on getting really drunk when I spotted him the moment he walked in the door. I tried to melt into the background but, wouldn’t you know it, he saw me. In Tim’s slimy way, he slithered over to me and gave me his creepy smile. Maybe Tim thinks his smile is disarming but it just screams “I want to get you drunk and molest you.”
Wow that guy was persistent and no matter how hard I tried to ignore him, the looser kept chatting with me. I suppose if I was drunk enough and a normal girl who couldn’t smell the stench of his dishonest intentions, I may have thought him charming. Lucky for me, I wasn’t drunk so when he oozed his arm around my shoulder, I quickly slipped out from under it and looked him dead in the eyes and told him “It ain’t ever gonna happen so fuck off!”
I thought I was practicing some real restraint, just like you taught me. Sarah, I have to tell you, I was so revolted my brain clouded with ideas of beating his bloody torso like a piñata. I just wanted him to leave before I did something stupid.
Wouldn’t you know it, though, some guys standing next to us saw what happened and snickered. C’est la vie – Tim got so pissed he started shaking and yelling at me. Something about bitches like me ain’t worth the effort. Blah…blah…blah… I’m so ugly someone needs to call the pound. Blah…blah…blah… I have to say, between us, I was amused he made so many dog references because the dog in me wanted to hike my leg and piss all over him.
Anyway, long story short. I was surprised the other day when my Brendan came to sit by me and, out of nowhere, Tim, of all people came sauntering up behind Brendan and started to harass him because he didn’t want to hang out with the “guys”. I was waiting for Tim to say something about that party but he just seemed interested in ragging on Brendan. Truth be told, I was glad he either didn’t recognize me or got so drunk that night he didn’t remember me. I like to think I have my animal rage under control but if there was one man who could bring out the bitch in me, that would be Tim; that slimy creep.
At my urging, we packed up and left.
Gawd! I didn’t know Tim went to college here and I sure as hell didn’t know Brendan knew him. I always thought Tim would end up in jail or be dead by now. I wonder if I should tell Brendan what happened between me and Tim.
Sure, I can add it to the long list of other things I haven’t told Brendan about.
Always thoughtful in your embrace, Shelly.