School Story:
I remember a lot of people from high school. Being creative and deviant with unfurling surprise was always my mantra. If there was a way I could lithefully supplant a fellow classmate with a smile on my face I would do it. However, I don't remember harming anyone. Sometimes all I could get was laughter. I seem to remember trying to get into trouble and failing miserably. I can remember taking whiskey during a rest break in the lavatory, sporting an acoustic or electric guitar even though I had no musical talent, faking seizures in the lunchroom for lunchmoney, I drove a green volkswagon (72-super beetle), usually had long hair, occasionally died, I liked an eccentric image, a friend reminded me of the time I walked into the choir room for nice sing during lunch and no one noticed at first, but the choir director (funny lady with curly hair, idk) asked me who I was and what I was doing there. "I wanted to sing!" I replied. It got a laugh.
Here is a high school story worth telling. Although all parties involved may not think so, I tell it because I think that I have a fun side of myself that I never got to fully develop. Meeting up with someone helped me reconnect with who I always wanted to be and always had a special feeling for in a really distraught and dorky sort of way. For the aptly named Spinach head girl.
by far the best dating experience I have ever had was with Christine Benton, the Facebook named Christine Hunter. I have never met a more talented, bright, fun, and interesting woman that I have been attracted to since I first saw .. It was in Highschool. People would hint to me to check out this girl with curly hair and I never noticed her, at least that is what I told them. I just remember seeing her walk to and from class. Time stopped when she walked by. I had never seen clumsy act so graceful as she. I would always get this really calm, love feeling a few moments later I would realize that she was walking right behind me in the catbird seat. She did everything to get attention, but never overdoing it and always courageously with a smile. I tried so hard not to let her realize that I liked looking at her. My life was always a whirlwind of chaos, emotional turmoil, and concomitant geometric misery. I pretty much thought that anyone I related to would be doomed to suffer my own sadistic fate. And in some ironic sense of compassionate justice I totally blew any chances I had to get to know people. That ends my comment about the highschool past with my former Facebook friend Christine Hunter. She was the female of my dreams in a dream that I would not allow. So in Highschool I sought girls that I thought would be better experiments, socially detached from me, yet still somewhat interested and not outcast in anyway, because deep down I wanted to belong, even though I spoke of pride in difference.
I dated some in college with a lot of effort and to a lot of no. When I started work, I got better at meeting women, but short lived and drawn out after the end were always the results.
So when I added my highchsool mystery to myspace, and much later Facebook, I naturally sought to meet up. She blossomed into a beautiful woman. I always saw her that way, however I always felt and acted shy. After 10 years of growing up a person tends to forget insignificant feelings.
Anyway we went out like 10 times over 2 months and it was hell in a handbasket.
This was taken from our Facebook email correspondence. "Christine, lol I remember one of the many nights you had way too much to drink... you were screaming all hell about killing yourself, how much you hated life and wanted to die, you tried to induce vomiting, but you coughed pathetically with your hand inside your mouth like you were about to eat your palm. I tried to help u by giving you water to dilute the alcohol and u might at least have something to vomit up with all those drinks u had. But u kept telling me to fuck off and die. So right when I stepped away, you tried to stand up, lost balance and jumped down a steep embankment, nearly connecting with a cement block just inches from your precious skull. I carried you back up the hill. I tried to help you back in the car without a hassle and you told me to back the fuck off, that u didn't need me, then you threw yourself down the embankment again.
And that Christine, just about sums up how stupid and idiotic I am. To have ever believed that you would ever be a responsible, caring, charming person. You are the Queen of stupid F#@%s!"
The funny part about that night was I had to find a hotel so she could vomit somewhere without "hurling into oblivion!" We were an hour away from her house and on the highway. It was customary for us, so we stayed at the Comfort Suites. hmm mmm, lol.
As soon as we got in the room she locked herself in the bathroom to do her "feminine hygeine" snarling moans echoed in the dark room. "Ben!!!! turn on the light.... Turn on the light G*# D*#$ it!"
"I can't. the door is locked."
" Get me my purse! its in the car, F&%$ing get my purse G#@ D@#$ it!" She whaled.
I laughed because I saw her purse tossed under the sink when I went to turn the light on after she let me in, forced me out. and locked me out of the restroom again. "I cant." I replied.
"What the fuck you A@#$%$#!" "Get me my GD purse from the car!"
"Its in the bathroom." I raised my voice a little sarcastically so she would realize I was serious.
"No its not you idiot!"
Those two words are her favorite. I here those alot on emails too... "idiot!, A$$#@!&"
She tried to call her friend from a Voltaire concert, the last place she remembered getting that wasted, then She went straight to the closet, a fold out sliding mirror door. After about 5 minutes of suicidal ranting and homicidal death threats, I called up a good buddy and enlightened him of the situation. We had a good laugh, and I went back to tending Christine. She was amazing, undaunted, charged, illuminating sexual power and totally wanting me the whole night. We made love. Later the next morning we watched "The Story of O" a film that had been suggested to me since highschool that i was waiting to watch with a special person that I loved and trusted like Christine.
The funny thing about that occasion is that I later found out it was her friend/exboyfriend's birhday party that night. I showed up late on a whim to a Charles Band Stand up routine, where at the end he gets the hot chics in the audience to act out a scene of some awful horror skit and the women are encouraged to show their breasts...lol, Christine was so shy, but such a trooper. I watched from a dark corner as everything unfolded, I saw her party, her volunteering from the audience, her god awful exboyfriend who couldn't keep his hands off of her the whole night like he was about to get a hellacious gift ( i didn't know at the time it was his celebration party.) , And her telling her brother to "Turn your Fu#@ing head" when she lifted her shirt. haha... I borrowed the doorman's blackberry and sent her a pic of herself on stage from a stranger's phone. She was magnetic, a crowd pleaser, and everyone wanted more.
I saw her go to the bar several times, and didn't think much of it. I walke up to their group and introduced myself to her ex casually, bought her other gf a drink, who happened to be underage ( another argument b/w her and I entirely) bought Christine a drink, and then stood in line to get an autograph from Charles Band, who I admitted I had never seen any of his films before. lol...I live a sheltered life.
Her brother kept kicking back a beer can and bragging about his ameteur film comp. I was like..." hey all you do is drink, and talk smack, where is your product, Your an overweight pogue, who cant run."
I have a way with people.
I guess she and I were pretty well matched.
He got flustered, raised his voice with a choice remark of his own and said yeah youre
