48 - The Au Pair

Last night for the first time in my life...I paid for sex.

Well not really, but all of signs and symptoms of someone paying for sex were present.

1.) I woke up questioning my morals

2.) After both sexual encounters (late last night and early this morning) all she wanted to do was leave.

3.) There was no pillow talk, or really any talk at all.

4.) She let me do anything I wanted, including GREEK or ANAL for those who don't know the lingo.

5.) Her name was Juliette, easily could be a hooker name (even if I like that name)

6.) She was French....well I could have been involved in some weird roll playing.

7.) She is an Au Pair, see #6

8.) She left visibly unhappy with me, not due to the sex but still wanted no part of me afterwards

9.) I found her literally minutes before last call

10.) The last thing I did was hand her some money and she walked out the house never to be seen again.

Now you see what I mean, easily could have been mistaken for a prostitute. Guess I should tell you guys the full story now.

So naturally it being memorial day weekend meant I would find another excuse to drink, not that I really need excuses anymore but you know. That coupled with the end of track season, and Stann being around for the last time all summer, I decided to play in the big leagues and get some CIROC. If you have never had it, then you NEED to try it, in my opinion the smoothest vodka out there, and no Diddy is not paying me for this. Anyways my parents decided to have a little BBQ at our house so we invited our buddies over and used the occasion as a Pre-Pre game. Fast forward a couple hours and many drinks later, I meet up with MY MAN MIKE D at Stalking Horse, a Rick's type establishment in Fed Hill, the South U of Baltimore. He's chilling with a couple buddies and some pretty cute girls so we hang for awhile. As you know, DS has likes to move around A LOT so while I intended to just do a lap and hang out with Mike some more, I never did. I found two girls on the dance floor, 1 not cute, the other alright (48). So of course with my goggles on and my inhibitions low I get right in the middle of them and start doing work. DS apparently doesn't need a wingman. Fast forward 30 minutes and I'm speaking French to the two girls and 48 is LOVING it. I mean I wish my French teachers appreciated my broken elementary level French the way 48 did. I pretty much could have had her out of her panties right there but I decided to take the walk back to Frank's house in hopes of finding a place to seal the deal. Her friend wasn't too thrilled with the idea of leaving 48 with me (seems like that worry was well placed) but I guess French girls don't like cock blocking because she left us alone anyway. After a nice walk back, we begin. It's my first time ever having sex and speaking French, plus hearing a girl moan and make sex noises in French, very sexy. At some point DS was feeling so good he even tried Anal. I failed, but I tried. Pretty much I couldn't get it all the way in and without the proper lube it was doomed to go no where so I abandoned ship. After around 20 minutes (Sorry Mike O I don't go 2 hours every time, but keep reading and you should be a little proud) I finished and she quieted down. Almost instantly she gets dressed, lights up a cig (eww) and says she wants me to take her home. I have never seen a girl get dressed so quickly so I just sat there for awhile in awe.  Naturally the LAST thing I want to do after sex is get up, much less drive some chick home, so I use the "I'm too drunk to drive" cop out, and eventually it worked. So once I convinced her to stay, I was ready for round two so I took her clothes back off and went to work. It was good getting to experiment with different positions and strokes and what not and eventually I felt like Mike O shaking the whole living room. So this second session lasted a little over an hour (if you didn't know this about me, after my first time I usually can last as long as the best of them, this was one of those occurrences). Afterwards I felt like I was having Deja Vu because she literally Ninja'd back into her clothes and wanted to leave again! I couldn't believe it, but by now she understood that I had no intention of getting up so she conceded a lot quicker, I guess she retreated but was not defeated because she apparently had a plan. Her plan was to give me three hours of sleep, and then PESTER me until I woke up and agreed to drive her home. This is where she got angry because as I soon found out, the nearest car was a couple miles away ha. She we had pregamed at a house on the other side of town compared to where we were, and thus the cars were left there. She was angry at this point but still manageable. I told her I would walk and pick the car up, then come get her and take her home (which I kinda intended to do). The only issue was that I had 4 friends with me already, and they had to be back uptown to Towson pretty early. So moral of the story, I left her alone in this strange house for an hour, came back and told her to get a cab because I couldn't take her home. At this point she was furious and had no more words for me, well not in English anyway, so I gave her a couple of bucks for Cab fare and started my car ride home.

I have to say I wasn't the nicest to her, as I COULD have taken her home if I really wanted to. BUT she was being a female dog all morning so by then I just wanted her to disappear and she did, literally within seconds of when she left the house there was no trace of her. Needless to say this will be my second official one night stand and I WILL NOT be facebooking her.

 The sex was great though, I'm pretty proud of myself.

"Safe sex is Great Sex"

P.S. Congrats to Flint Michigan, #1 Dangerous City in the US

Congrats to Detroit Michigan, # 2 Most Dangerous

And Congrats Baltimore Maryland, #7.

The Evolution of Stev Part II

So NOTHING exciting happened to me this weekend, spent all of Saturday out in the nice weather at our regional track meet and just watched SNL Saturday night, which was hilarious. On Friday I followed my crazy friend Ryan around to Bel Air MD, which is a place that Black people don't hang out at, and eventually he played a benefit concert and I got tired and came home. So thus here is the story of the next phase of my transformation.

So the last post was really the background to my first transformation. While I did get a core group of friends from eating the worms, I didn't actually get any more social or outgoing or any less weird. In fact I spent all of middle school and my first year of high school screwing up interactions with every girl I met or liked, and getting nervous when I was around them, and eventually just acting mentally challenged. While I continued to write poems and give them to girls, I was never able to do anything to capitalize on the situations I would set up. It was then I discovered my first tool to success, AIM. Now most of us should remember the AOL Instant Messenger days. It pretty much consumed my entire home life, anytime I was home I was on my computer talking to any and everyone I could. I actually had a  lot of interesting interactions between people because of my screen name : "VioletRose4u" ALOT of guys thought I was a girl, so they would often IM me asking the simple "asl" "age, sex, location" that was common those days. Sometimes I would joke around with them and pretend to be a girl, but most of the times I would just ignore them because I didn't want to be considered a predator (this was really before things like "how to catch a predator" were big so no one really knew what to expect when they got online and joined chat rooms and such). I was an internet nerd, and actually met all kinds of people online. I eventually went on to meet one of the best friends of Bettie Wade, the UM muti-event queen, that made for a fun conversation freshman year ha ha. Anyways the point is that this is where I first started to do my cyber flirting. That included everything from "you're beautiful" to cyber sex....yes I did a lot of cyber sex, not sure why but it just seemed logical. So while I was a virgin in real life, I was a cyber whore, guess it was foreshadowing or something.

Eventually as my freshman year of high school went on, I sophisticated my cyber flirting game and everyone knew me as the "sweet" guy who would always compliment the girls but would never get them. This continued pretty much all year into my sophomore year. At this point, football season to be exact, I think I underwent my first physical transformation. I don't know why but all of a sudden girls started talking to me. I mean they would go out of their way to strike up conversations with me, but of course being the werido that I was, I didn't realize that they were flirting so I got a lot of "friends" that year. Anyways I was a captain of the football team that year (JV of course, and weighing a whole 115lbs) and thus a lot of the girls our age began to recognize me. One of these girls was my eventual first, Laura. I'm not sure how we met exactly, but one day while stretching, a buddy of mine said "Steve, you see Nala over there" (Ok so at this point I let everyone call me Steve instead of Stev, mainly because they thought my name was pronounced Steven and not Stevann as you all know it to be. Also we were in the habit of nick naming every girl we knew, so Nala was because she really looked like Nala from Lion King ha ha. A cute little lion cub). "Yeah" I responded, "Well she gave me her number to give to you and wants you to call her." Yup, just like that I had my first real number and advance from a girl. So clueless I was but for some reason I actually called her, don't know where I got the courage to do it but I think I eventually just sucked it up, picked up the house phone (didn't have a cell till junior year summer) and called. After an awkward conversation I had my first date, and eventually my first REAL girlfriend (My first official was the girl from middle school who dated me because she "felt sorry" for me). 

The first few months of our relationship were rough, I mean I took all kinds of verbal abuse, because I didn't know any better, and she was a wild little thing. She had smoked for awhile (which you know I HATE) and had even drank before, where I had done nothing of the sorts. At one point she wrote a 4 page letter, two pages front and back, telling me everything she didn't like about me and I needed to change.....yeah that happened and I STILL didn't break up with her. I was such a chump back then. So this went on for two seasons and then outdoor track rolled around. At this point I was known to most people as "Stann's little brother" and it was really annoying. I decided that I needed to do something to distinguish myself so I decided to run hurdles, something he didn't do (it was literally the only event he hadn't tried). So by sophomore year I was pretty good at them and making a name for myself in the state. It was this season that I met Ryan, my eventual best friend and the one person responsible for me breaking out of my weird quiet shell. Ryan was a chubby short kid who wanted to run hurdles. Everyone laughed at him as he first couple attempts ended with him falling all over the track. I mean he was 5 5 or something like that and the hurdles were almost taller than him, pretty amusing I must admit. However, I knew what it was like to want something so bad, so I took him under my wing. I would work with him after normal practice for a couple of hours and we became best friends. That summer he decided to run summer track with us, and was 1 of 2 white people on our city track team, the other was a distance runner of course. Eventually the little bugger got himself into great shape and the ladies started to notice him. Ryan was a  bit of a loser before this. So we went to the beach with his family after the summer track season and we had our first real talk. Don't remember how it started or why, but the end result was that we would never let ourselves feel "awkward" again. We all know that there are social norms in the world, and when people do something outside of those norms it creates a weird environment for everyone else. This awkwardness, we found, could be avoided but simply not letting yourself believe that there was anything odd going on. It was more a state of mind then a true emotion, as we made ourselves believe we were uncomfortable when we could easily tell ourselves everything was fine. So with this new theory in mind, we set out to conquer the beach. With every girl or group we met, we made it a habit to create awkward situations just to mess with people. We had an "awkward meter" that was on a scale of 10. We would say stuff like "its def a 5 in here right now, lets turn it up to a 8." As you can tell, gaining confidence didn't make us any less weird, it just gave us the ability to be ourselves without caring about what other people thought. THUS a new Stev was born, and I do mean Stev as I told everyone how to really say my name Junior year of high school. We were in the best shape of our lives and brimming with this new found confidence and thus the real high school experience started for both of us. I gained 40 lbs that summer, almost all muscle, and Ryan was now a fine tuned short kid, he never grew but he got those six pack abs the girls seem to like. I continued to grow and now stood 6'1. 

That summer we got ourselves into a lot of "no business" situations. A "no business" situation is exactly what it sounds like, a situation you find yourself in that you really have no business being in. Whether it be the two of us in a house full of greek people hanging out in a hot tub, to us house sitting a mansion and having 7 people shower together in a giant shower. We would continually get ourselves in ridiculous situations just to do it, we were like extreme sport junkies without the extreme sports. We had a lot of good times that summer and made a lot of friends, but most of all we now considered ourselves to be real catches, and that showed in the coming years of high school.

So here I was, a new person, Stevann. I considered myself good looking, I was having the best year of my life in track and football, I had "tamed" my girlfriend Laura, and by tamed I really mean we had started to come to a compromise on things and I became the one that was bad and she became a good girl. Most of you should know my Laura story so I'm not really going to get into it. But the point is now I was the talking, take action, get things started, HATE downtime Stev. This persona I still carry with me today, although I've learned to have a little more tact in certain situations. So thats it, all it took was a conversation and a mental note to abandon the notion of awkward for me to change. I don't know if it really was that easy, or if it was a combination of me getting physical and mental confidence that led to the change, but in either case it happened. I'm not a conceited person or anything, but I swear junior year EVERY girl that I had liked once upon a time decided to START liking me. I was getting all kinds of advances, but none as prominent as the girls on the track team. Those long meet days and long bus ride made for a lot of temptation that I'm proud to say I avoided pretty well. It seemed like girls actually joined track, just because Ryan and I were on the team and wanted to hang out with us. For those of you who think this is unbelievable, remember I went to a TINY high school compared to most of you. With a graduating class of 216, most people knew everyone else and I guess people tend to recognize when you go from being a quiet nobody to a prominent athlete and a decently looking one at that. Ryan and me were a dynamic duo, if you guys thought that Wheeler and I were inseparable in the early years of college, we had nothing on Ryan and I. There wasn't a social situation that we got involved in without including the other, I would take Ryan to the city and hang out with my Black friends (when I had them) and he would take me to the country to be around, well that type of White people. I showed him the lower spectrum of society, and how Poverty was still a thing of the present, and he showed me that white people were rich, very very rich. Either way we both went into every situation with open minds, and came out with more experience and knowledge we ever thought possible. Till this day, there's not a situation where we don't feel comfortable inviting each other. Two nights ago Ryan invites me to chill with a "friend" of his that happens to be a millionaire and he didn't give it a second thought. His words were that he "knew I wouldn't act like a crazy person and marvel with the fact that he was a millionaire" and more importantly I wouldn't "ask for money" ha ha you would be surprised how many people act a fool when they're around wealthy people. But I digress (a Mike O line).

So that sums it up, my first transformation into the Stev that I am today. I should mention that all this craziness happened WITHOUT a drop of ALCOHOL. We just genuinely had a good time and were high on life. I didn't even consider what getting drunk would feel like and we avoided all the kids in high school whom we knew were out getting trashed and doing stupid stuff. I even made it a point to avoid senior week, a time when all the seniors in the state head to Ocean City Maryland to get drunk and swim and get MIP's. Instead I went down to Myrtle Beach and hung out with some college kids there ha.

I wouldn't really change my personality again for some time. This time it would come from a combination of hardships that had me thinking I might not be able to graduate college at all. It took a painful illness for me to hit "rock bottom" and finally decide that another overhaul was due and this second change made me the best self I could be....To Be Continued.

The Evolution of Stev Part I

So awhile ago I mentioned that I would blog a little bit about my history. I have known all of you a very long time, by my standards, and perhaps you have learned a thing or two about who I am and where I've come from. Perhaps inspired by "Galfing: A Young Man's Guide" I've decided to take you guys on a little adventure down Stev's past lane, and see what we can find. In Mike's novel he talks a lot about the hardships in his past, I too suffered from different hurdles in life, as both of our families decided to immigrate to the States. However, my story will have to wait as I can only really take so much sadness at once. Instead I decided to talk to you about how it is that I became the person I am today, here is the story of the first part of my evolution into the person you guys came to know in your final years at UM.

First of all a little history. I was the most quiet child in my house at one point. Yeah I know, very difficult to believe or even perceive but it is true. I used to "suck my tongue" which in itself is a hard thing to explain. It's like sucking your thumb except I didn't use my thumb, yeah weird I know. In any case I spent much of my childhood observing the world and the happenings around me. The best way to observe, I learned, was to just be invisible and let events unfold around you without interfering. As a result, I learned not so much from my own experiences, but through the trials and errors of other people that I watched. So really by the time we moved back to Baltimore and I entered Middle School I was in trouble and had no real way to make friends. I formulated a plot of get myself noticed at Pine Grove Middle School. We all went through middle school and usually what happens is that everyone befriends other kids in 6th grade, and those friends you usually keep the next three years. I arrived the 2nd half of 7th grade year, so everyone was already clicked off and I was pretty much screwed. For some reason I remember sitting on the rainy bus stop one morning, reading "A Tale of Two  Cities" (oddly enough Sweeney, as this is your last post title) and seeing two worms crawl around on the sidewalk. Almost like an apple falling from a tree the idea came to me, "THAT's IT!" I said to myself. What better way to get everyone to notice you then to do something incredibly stupid in front of everyone. I would later learn to regret my specific choice because low and behold girls don't particularly want to kiss a guy who eats from the earth. But 7th grade me didn't really base all my decisions on girls at the time so I thought it was a flawless idea. I grabbed the two worms, nested them on my hardback copy of the book, and boarded the bus. On my way to school that day I did some trials to see if I could actually put the worms in my mouth. I had never eaten anything slimy or squishy before and I was actually a pretty picky eater growing up. So I placed the first, longer, worm in my mouth and held it there for awhile, to see what it felt like. I could feel it squirm around and then almost force itself down my throat so I spit it back up. It was then that I decided I would just have to go for it and no preparations could really be made, as I thought this my bus pulled up into its numbered spot and it was showtime.

Something about my middle school, it was a one story building with no windows. In the mornings all the students and a handful of faculty would wait under a pavilion in front of the school until the first bell rang. This was perhaps the biggest social event of the day, besides lunch. Because of this, people would often pull stunts here and everyone would draw their attention, Anything from public breakups to fights, so of course I figured this was the Perfect time to do my deed. I stepped off the bus, took and deep breath, and said something to get everyone's attention. I don't really remember what I said, but im sure it wasn't anything cool or didn't have any showmanship to it. Nevertheless, everyone reluctantly gave me their attention. This is probably the only time in my life I haven't gotten nervous before a big event, but perhaps I was so determined to make a statement that I just didn't have time to think about what I was doing. I slowly lifted the worm off the book, held it between my index finger and thumb, and lowered it directly into my throat. Swallowing something foreign and not seemingly edible is very similar to taking a beer bong. You have to open up the back of your throat, and swallow quickly without giving yourself enough time to think about it. In what seemed like minutes, the worm was down and a wave of mixed reactions went through the crowd. There was the common "EWWWWWWWWW" from most of the girls, some cheering from a couple of weird kids, a look of disgust from the teachers present, and some people just didn't know what to think or say. My guess is that most people thought I was bluffing and that I wouldn't actually eat it, so when I did they were just dumbfounded. I would like to say that there was a eruption of applause and I became an instant hit at my middle school, but unfortunately it was nothing like that. I don't really know what I thought would happen, but I def thought SOMETHING would happen. Soon after the bell rang and everyone went about their normal activites, I however, was unsatisfied. It was then I plotted my next move, ok so if a wide scale demonstration wasn't going to work then perhaps a smaller one would, what better place than HOMEROOM. I took care not to lose my second worm, and headed to my homeroom, which happened to be geography, my most hated subject (even to this day). When I got to the classroom people had apparently seen or heard about me as I could tell from the looks I was getting. Some of the more curious kids started to ask me how I did it, or how it tasted, or whatever and I told them that I would show them. Our homeroom teacher was a chaperon in the cafeteria during breakfast so she always arrived to the classroom late, it was during the time-frame that I made my move. This time I played with the worm, swishing it around in my mouth before I got ready for the final gulp....big mistake. Right before I swallowed, our teacher rushed in wondering what all the commotion was about. Instead of finishing my food, I spit it back out into my hands and turned around. She inquired what I had in my hand and of course I lied saying "nothing" but it's pretty hard to hide an alive worm covered in saliva. Eventually she found out and sent me to GUIDANCE!!!!! Apparently I was troubled and needed counseling after this. Surely enough I had to see the Counselor for the next full week of school to talk about why I did what I did.

The moral of the story here is that I actually made friends from this act. The first person to talk to me was a girl, oddly enough, named Erin. She was actually pretty cute from what I remember but I immediately placed her in the "friend" category. I think it was because of her that I made my core group of guy friends, as all of them ended up having a thing for her. The reason I mention this story is because it was really the first time in my life that I decided I had control of my social destiny. It was also the first time I really realized that I was "different" from everyone else and that a normal quiet way of life just wasn't for me. Coincidentally all my friends ended up being pretty intelligent and we all graduated with honors. In case you guys didnt' know, the "GT" (Gifted and Talented) kids and the "AP" (Advanced Placement) kids are usually always the weird kids in high school, so really I fit right into the mold.

On a side note, I was terrible with girls in middle school. I had become known as "the guy who ate the worm" and thus most girls wanted nothing to do with me. Thanks to Erin people started to see my differently and by 8th grade I was almost one of the normal kids, although no one forgot about me eating the worm, but I guess that was the point. Needless to say eventually some girls started talking to me. For some reason I decided the cool thing to do was write poems to girls I liked. As Mike O would say, this was my "nice guy" phase and let me tell you I def finished last. My biggest mistake of them all was that I wrote poems to an entire group of friends. I didn't realize at the time that once you pick one friend, the other ones become off limits. So while the girls all loved the poems and thought I was "really sweet" none of them really wanted to give me the time of day. This went on for all of middle school, where the only girl I dated dated me for a month because she "felt sorry" for me....yeah quite the ego booster right there. Anyways I eventually gave up and receded into my nerdy "GT" role and focused on school and video games.

It was in this next phase of my life, high school where I decided that it was time to make another change. Being the nerdy type was fine for my plans of college, but from a social standpoint, and for actually wanting to meet girls it was doing me no good. See all this cute girls in my school were in standard or honors classes, so I never got to talk to them in class, I would have to do something different, but I was too much of a punk or scaredy cat to try, until my sophmore year....

Backseat Driver....Revisiting 45

So I finally found the flaw to DS....He has a soft spot for people that normal Stev has a soft spot for. To keep it brief, last night I slept next to 45 and one of her ridiculously cute friends. At one point in the night 45 said "no" or made the gesture to push DS's hands away and he just gave up. No second advance, no persistence until success, not even a second thought. My speculation is that because I actually like 45 as a person and care about her in one way or another, that subconscious heart actually carries over to DS....very interesting to know....

So last night I decided to give hanging out with 45, and by that I mean entirely devoting my night to hanging out with 45, a chance. I would type Kerry but the name 45 really has grown on me and I actually kind of like it, I just hope I don't end up calling her that to her face....but I digress....I hit up Frank and we decided to host a pregame at his place downtown and then go out. Unfortunately when we have a pre-game its NOTHING like the 1502 bashes, but as for this new life it's still pretty fun. 45 brought over Ashley and Amanda, quite possibly two of her best looking friends and definitely two of her more fun friends. In fact, at one point in the night both of them decided "f * it" and just danced with me, a sentiment I enjoyed thoroughly as you can imagine. Pretty much we danced and drank all night and I only became more attracted to all of them, which kinda sucks because I'm sure I COULD never hook up with any of these two because well I will forever be tied to 45.

Anyway the reason I brought this up is because I wanted to discuss a big flaw I have....girls always seem better to me after I break up with them. I'm sure there's some official term for this, but I'll call it Second Guess Syndrome. Clearly I always find myself second guessing my decision to break up with the girl and they for some reason, even if it's brief, look cuter than I remember, seem more fun that I remember, appear to have changed in some way. This story unfortunately always ends the same way, they HAVEN'T changed at all, and I, like Wheeler, seem to only LUST after them again because now they're gone and not mine anymore. Last night was a perfect example of this. 45 hasn't changed AT ALL, everything that made me break up with her is still there, sometimes even more prominent then before YET for some reason last night all I wanted to do was well her. Despite kinda liking 47, just seeing 45 again brought up the "good side" of her that I remember, you know those things that made me like her in the first place. And she even stepped her friend game up by rolling (primarily these days) with two knock outs. I mean any of these girls alone could drink for free all night (something Cassie knows all about) but put them together and they are a dynamite threesome. Amanda, the newest addition to the group, well she's trouble for me. She INSTANTLY decided that regardless of who I was, she was going to have fun with me the same as if any other guy, EXACTLY the way I wanted to be treated by 45's friends. DS is a very touch feely guy, and this Amanda allowed him to put his hands WHEREVER he wanted while dancing and while sharing a bed together. Pretty much I'm 100% certain that if 45 could be convinced to have a threesome with me, Amanda would be game in a second. So of course DS thought that 45 looked all the more appealing in these circumstances....ah I really gotta stop trying to get back with people I left. The good news is that I ACTUALLY have no interest in pursuing a relationship with 45 at this point, because like I said before nothing has changed at all, so it would end the same way with me wanting more. But now you guys know something about me, I mean it happens even with girls I've only hooked up with, I just have a hard time letting go, something I'll try to work on.

Despite having a really good time last night, there are no real notable moments to mention. A lot of dancing and free drinking, cover was 15 bucks which sucked, I HATE not living in AA anymore where 5 bucks was "too much." I didn't even say "hello" to anyone, well besides 45 but alas she doesn't count. The night started well and ended well minus not having sex.

To explain the sleeping situation, pretty much we were on a mattress in the living room of Frank's place. It was me, 45, Amanda, and my boy Alex, who got the best of the deal because well he got Amanda. So imagine 4 bodies on one full sized (unless there is a size between queen and full because it felt bigger than full but not quite queen) mattress rolling and tumbling around drunk. I would be making out with 45 and Amanda would just come in a put her face between us and look as if she was going to join only to be pushed away by 45. Alex would continually pull her away too because he was trying to do what he had to do. At one point i was putting my hands in between what I thought were 45's legs but ended up being Amanda's, not only did she KNOW it was me doing it but she let me know she enjoyed it. She's one of those prototypical Ricks girls...Not only in mention but she's actually been to AA and spent many of drunken nights in Rick's and constantly would toast "Go Blue" with me, I mean come on what else can a Wolverine ask for? But perhaps the most persuasive thing Amanda did all night was constantly try and then eventually succeed to make out with 45. I mean I've ONLY ever seen girls make out more commonly at Ricks and they did it as if there wasn't anything particularly different about it. Very nice. I know respectable feminists like our very own Cassie probably hate when girls do that, but I will always have a hard spot in my pants for girls who are free to express themselves...I mean we all do remember the Stev and Wheeler night.

Well that about wraps it up. I'll end this post with a picture of Ashley and Amanda so you have a clue who I'm talking about. Amanda is the shorter one with dark hair and like with all pictures, this one doesn't really do her justice at all.

On and I forgot an important piece of information about Amanda, she's part Asian! But I'm sure Chin was already able to tell.

Falling for 47 and Revisiting Platonic Friends

I would like to start off this post by saying that I may have finally figured out why I find myself deflowering so many innocent girls. If you do not know me personally, you'll probably take that the wrong way, but oh well. In any case, last night, well rather this morning I realized something about drunk Stev...you absolutely MUST repeat yourself OVER and OVER again if you want me to stop. I'd like to think that while sober, I can accurately respect people's boundaries and no means, well no. However, for Drunk Stev, that is entirely not the case. He will take any hint of yes, or flirtation, or really any hesitation on your part to say no, as a GREEN LIGHT. One example, if I know a girl is a virgin, and I'm sober, I will do everything in my power to make sure that I not only DONT sleep with her, but make any experience as smooth as possible. On the other hand, when DRUNK Stev comes out, he has no qualms with ignoring a No or 3 until he gets what he wants. 47 was the latest victim to this scenario. Allow me to explain...

To put it simply, 47, or Helen as we'll call her, has been dating this guy that lives is D.C. They've been dating a while but she refuses to make it "official." You guys should already know my distaste with this topic so no need to go into detail about it. Fast forward to last night where after a night of drinking and dancing Drunk Stev and Helen lay in bed together. Naturally Drunk Stev starts to make his move where he's kissing her, getting friendly with his hands etc. Eventually, after there was no sign of dislike from Helen, Drunk Stev progressed to the next phase....hands down her pants. It was here where most guys, and admittedly even my sober self would have hit their first hurdle and perhaps stopped for the night. Helen lighty pushed Drunk Stev's (We'll make it easier to type and just say "DS" from now on) hand away saying "but I have a boyfriend." DS tried again and this time she responded "No Stev really I have a boyfriend, I can't" Once again, most normal people would stop now and admit defeat, but DS is not a normal person, after all third time's a charm right?...Well Yes it was. DS just brushed off the mention of "boyfriend" and this time unbuttoned her jeans for easier access and then success his fingers were doing what they do best. After a period of body gyrations and moaning, DS decided it was time to do his favorite activity, venture down below and see what Helen tasted like (Don't forget I said I would be more graphic from now on, so if you don't like to picture me going down on a girl then well that sucks for you). If I remember correctly, she tasted great. A great kisser too, just a side note. On his way down DS heard Helen mumble something about "no" or "stop" or "wait" but he was well passed listening to her fake notions of caring and was in go time mentality. After another undisclosed amount of time, probably a good 15 minutes (my favorite activity) DS decided that it was time to go for the kill...full blown penial penetration. Sometimes Sober me, if I've made it this far, will still be content and stop, and think about my actions and their consequences....DS not so much, his persistence up to this point had made it so nothing was going to stop him from reaching this goal, the goal of getting number 47. You all know how the story ends here, I did work and she enjoyed herself. My basement bed is very noisy but DS somehow still managed NOT to wake sleeping friend Ryan on the couch across the room or anyone else in the house...SUCCESS.

Moral of the story, DS is kind of a jerk and in order for him not to win a girl must REALLY make it CLEAR she wants NO part of hooking up. I mean really don't give DS an inkling that you might be interested or else he will pounce on you like a lion on a unsuspecting gazelle. Looking back, it's probably what allowed for 80%  of my virginity cards was this DS perseverance characteristic.


Thanks to Blogger being down I lost most of my interesting thoughts about how to tell this story so unfortunately that's all you guys get now.


A little about 47...Who is she?
Well like I said her name is Helen. Coincidentally Wheeler is responsible for me meeting her and I guess eventually hooking up with her so thanks for the long range and long term Wing-man (pending he EVER reads any of our blogs). Anyways Helen is an old friend of Wheeler's from good ole Menlo Atherton high school who went to undergrad at U Wisconsin where I met her at big ten's one year. She moved to Baltimore because her roommate wanted to and then fast forward to us being excited she was in the same city as me and then finally hanging out.
I think she is a very beautiful girl and really her personality is awesome. She's a Cassie type meaning she's a perfect fit to go out in groups with, even if it's just the guys and her. She's (insert all sorts of random compliments here to convince you that I think she's pretty cool). But most of all, I think that she will continue to be cool even now that we've hooked up. For some reason she was completely un phased this morning about the "boyfriend" and just went on home to get ready for work. Completely cool with the fact that she was at my parents house and just smiled about me "taking advantage" of her...So to go along with the title I think I actually like this girl. Not the girl friend want to wife up like, but the yeah I want to hang out with you whenever the weekend rolls around like. I predict that the honeymoon phase of our friendship might just last the entire time we know each other. Plus, my mom says she really likes her, and we all know MOM'S KNOW BEST.

As for the second part of the post title, I think Helen and I can be honest friends. My idea of Platonic, is more of a realistic one where I think that a male and female can coexist as friends without either one wanting to date the other. Naturally the term "like" can't be used here because friends HAVE to like each other. Girls and guy friends will almost always be sexually attracted to each other (If you don't think he/she is cute, then he/she thinks that about you), but they can be Platonic if they can play off of that and just be cool without wanting more. I don't think that friends with benefits counts, as most of the time it ends because one person wanted/wants more, so for now I will see how Platonic Helen and I can really be. The secret really is to keep her involved with all your friends (hanging out wise, NOT hooking up wise) so that you just don't end up doing too much DATE type stuff.

As for now, I'm off to another night of drinking, plus a day long County Championship track meet tomorrow. Hopefully I do something to blog about.


Notable mentions: 47 is the first girl I've hooked up with in Baltimore (sex) besides 45 in the last 5 years. Almost all of my girls have come from my time in AA, and I guess Helen counts that way too since I met her while attending UM.
Helen is half-black, so I ALMOST have hooked up (sex) with a Black girl ha.
I really like half-black girls, kinda the way Chin doesn't mind half Asians.
I hung out with 45 and her friends last night and was well received by all of them. The Guys especially. I think that some of the girls MAY HAVE been putting on a friendly FRONT, but then again I'm an optimist so maybe not. (They and I had no idea I would be hooking up with Helen when they met her that night)

Just Can't Get Enough

Sorry about that pic taking over the beginning of this post but that one is my favorite from the ones of Me, O, and my Sis.

Needless to say, the Porter Ofili Wedding was pretty legit. Plenty to Nigerians to go around and with them they brought some crazy traditions. My favorite tradition has to be the one where they throw dollar bills (or any other kind of bill) at the women while they dance. Apparently you're supposed to put it on their foreheads but you can imagine our surprise when they were doing a traditional dance and some old dude walks up and starts making it rain! Speaking of which, Having Smilez out with us was great as he made it rain 5's and 1's at Ricks....And if you're wondering about the title it applies to two things, Ann Arbor visits/1502 reunions...and RICKS!

I've decided that no matter what whenever I visit AA I HAVE to go to Ricks. I know some people think it's played out and now we're too old as we hear about underage girls getting in (Case in point my little sis went with us on Sat Night)...BUT honestly it's an experience you can't get anywhere else and is worth at least ONE night per visit.

Ok to recap the weekend, it was slow in terms of AA craziness. Friday was a nice long night where Cass and Kenzo were able to hang out with Me and Mike O....No Sweeney this time at Arch so it was pretty sad. Friday night we did the Main Street thing...well primarily. We started with a glass of wine with Cassie, dinner at our new favorite Tomukun, had some sake, and well headed to main. Pretty much as Cassie said we ended up at Ricks. The only new information I can add about that night is my post Rick's story, so here it is.....

As the night went on it was getting pretty grim for me, I hadn't locked down anything specific (yes I'm talking about a girl here) and it was getting a little late, I mean I could feel "The Gambler" coming at any moment. Then out of the corner of my eye I see my own little Pauly-D ish stalker, Rachel. I don't mean to call her a stalker but I can't remember a recent trip to AA, or Rick's where she wasn't there. Anyways since I was pretty drunk this point and looking to get my "tip wet" it seemed like a logical decision to talk to her. Despite Cassie's best efforts to ward her off and take me away, I agreed to spend the remainder of my night with her. SHE on the other hand somehow thought it would be a good time to weirdly profess how much she liked me and some other stuff (hazy on the details but all around the same type of topic) and kept insisting that I didn't like her, or hated her, or wasn't interesting, or some other nonsense. If you know me you SHOULD know I don't like games, well drunk me HATES games and at this point I was ready to leave her. Unfortunately Cassie and company had left 10 minutes ago and drunk me hates SEARCHING even more than games. So I told her what she wanted to hear (I do like you, I've always liked you...etc), to which there lies some truth. Anyways once she was convinced we spent a good 15 minutes trying to decide where exactly we were going to go "sleep." And yes "sleep" means have sex. I was staying in a REAL hotel with my parents, or at Hotel Arch, in which Mike O and Kenzo and Smilez were sure to be. She doesn't like in AA or at least anywhere close (still with her parents, like me!) so we settled on her friends apartment with the promise of a couch. LITTLE did I know her friend lived in YPSI...Ugh....Fastforward a boring cab ride, we get back to the apartment and we have to wait for the friend and some guys to come over and let us in. A note about these guys, there were 3 of them and they were big, black, and all carrying GUNS for some reason. Apparently you need to be STRAPPED when going to Rick's these days...Fastforward through me half-falling asleep through a Rachel Lap Dance.....OH WAIT, gotta back up to the actual sex....So while we waited for the friends to come home I lost my patience, so I literally undressed her on the stairwell and took care of my business right there, in public. DRUNK me is not very patient, and once I was finished I REALLY wanted to leave, but drunk me is also CHEAP and didn't want to pay 20bucks for a car ride back from YPSI....Fastforward to the weirdest part of the night. At some point everyone left the living room and I passed out on the couch lying with Rachel. I woke up during the night and decided the floor +blankets would be way more comfortable...A couple hours later Rachel wakes me up and tells me to sleep on the couch in her place. I say im ok but she INSISTS I do this. So I do and in my half awake drunken movement I think I feel something cold as I lay down, but I ignore it and pass out...it was a long day, with a long car ride and lots of drinking..When I wake up I notice that my ENTIRE LEFT side is SOAKED...and I mean water park wave pool soaked. I am a little confused but not that surprised as Chin knows this wouldn't be my first rodeo in this department...BUT upon further inspection I find that the source of the wetness WASN'T me...it was infact Rachel and she HAD to know that before she told me to sleep there....A perfect conclusion to a perfect night with her...and yes that was Sarcasm. My conclusion was that somehow she tried to cover up her misdeeds or use me as a scapegoat simply to say "Oh, that's where Stev slept" in either case, NOT cool and I believe I am finally done with that course, for good, like bridge burning done.

So that was Friday, Saturday was the wedding, Beautiful ceremony and reception minus the fact that they were on CP time all day. That means colored people time, which means Black People are always late. But the food was great, the company was amazing, and Mike O "crashed" which was awesome. I even got to dance to some Grease soundtrack with Smilez at the reception next door. The DJ was pretty solid as he played some of my old favorites, all of which I used to dance to at some time at Ricks..my favorites were "lean with it rock with it" "stereo love" "teach me how to dougie" and of course "the cha cha slide"

To end our night we decided that there was only one reasonably place to go, RICKS! My sister luckily got to borrow Amber's ID and we were off. Many drinks later (Oh the reception was open bar) the night at ricks ended with seeing many familiar faces and sharing many dances. ODDLY enough I ran into an old Rachel flame of mine, and let's just say she got the FULL Stev "experience" on the dance floor....Use your imagination and YES that includes MORE than "saying hello." After closing we hung out outside for a long time, met some other people, and eventually went back to Arch. I slept at Megan and Lindsay's place well because I wanted to sleep on a bed and SMASHLEY was sleeping on the couch...Ashley was one of Jack's friends from Cincinnasti.

Well more or less that about rounds it up. Some things I missed.

Karaoke on Friday
New Friend Outside Pig on Friday
Taylor Dancing with my sis on Saturday (guess he likes Black girls after all)
Cole Drunk at the reception
Mims on Saturday (old Friend who Wheeler and Stann also know)

I'll probably post again in the next couple days depending on how this weekend goes. Sorry it took so long I really didn't have anything else to do I just didn't feel like writing. Plus I got a crap ton of more responsibility with coaching now that Stann left.

Oh and if any of you ever thought it was fun to be a distance runner, think again, I did MILE repeats yesterday (Just because, I don't know why, it was easier than running all them together at once) and it was TERRIBLE. But a good workout.

Prelude to the Naked Man

Well after our Sunday discussion at Cassie's I decided to write a little blog about the Naked Man. For those of you who don't know, the Naked Man derived from an episode of How I Met Your Mother (seriously if you STILL haven't seen it yet you NEED to check it out). In this episodes one of the female characters, Robin, comes across and eventually sleeps with a less than attractive man. They went on a date, she wasn't feeling him, he walked her home, and upon arrival asked for a drink of water or something that made her leave the room. When she returned to the room BAM! he was naked. She appreciated his "balls" for pulling such a move and thus slept with him.


Now Saint and I really fell for this concept. Was it true, supposedly it works 2/3 times....thats quite the success rate, pretty much equal to the success rate for Ricks on a thurs-sat bender. So thus we each set out on a quest to try it. Here is where we hit a snag, because I feel like we both were in Naked man biased situations. I have tried the Naked Man before, but ONLY with girls that I knew I was eventually going to sleep with anyway. Like girlfriends or prior hook ups. And Saint was "dating" Emily at the time so same type of situation. While this technically could still be counted as a success, I think that it really lacks the WOW factor that the Naked Man deserves, thus I've decided to set some ground rules to truly test the Naked Man.

Situation:
You meet a member of the opposite sex (on a date, through a friend, out at a club, wherever). Next after a night out together, dancing, drinking (preferably) whatever you find yourself back at yours or their place. If they don't initially invite you in, or don't seem to want to come in to your place, you make up some excuse to get them to step inside for a second (possible excuses will be addressed in a second). Once you get them inside, you again find a reason to separate yourselves for 2-4 mins (yes I made up those numbers arbitrarily). In this time span, you get completely NAKED. There are some who like to strike a pose or something here, I just think it would be good to stand at rest, hands on your hips or at your side or something. Now depending on what room you're in, you can place yourself at an appropriate place. For example, if you're lucky enough to have landed a bedroom visit then the bed of course is the place to be. And Thus we've reached the moment of truth....

Result: The Naked Man is designed to WOW or SHOCK your opposite sex into hooking up with you. It is also designed as a way to throw the odds in your favor for a mate who has been wavering on whether or not they want to get physical that night. It can go one of two ways, either you end up hooking up (success) or you don't (fail)...Let's just say that a fail could end up embarrassing or in violence or really scare the person you with, either way we only perform the Naked Man in hopes of success.

Ways to Get In: In this day and age, honestly people know how to say NO. At least most people do. There are a few, Wheeler, Cassie, who have a hard time telling someone they aren't interested, and really the Naked Man is probably prone to work on them. In MOST cases, if someone doesn't want to come in/invite you in they won't, plain and simple. IF they seem like they might be susceptible to getting you in the door, here are a few suggestions to help push them along.

1.)Have to use the bathroom. A plain and simple excuse that most decent people will allow you inside for. In this case you will probably have to come out of the bathroom Naked, or persuade them that something went wrong and they have to come in and see.

2.)Some sort of physical condition that warrants something from the house. Could be as simple as you need a drink of water (or if you're lucky another type of drink), could be you have a headache and are asking for aspirin,  stomach ache, or even u want a snack for the walk home.

3.)To get them into your house you usually want to offer them something like water or a snack.

4.) Also you can ask to "keep the night going" via a movie or video games or some show you know she/he likes on DVR (prior research and prep required)

5.) You want to show them something (make sure you say it in a NON CREEPY way, like not hey I want you to see my bed, or something "cool" (try to work it in conversation early in the night)

Naked Do's:
1.)Actually Get Naked
2.) Clean yourself up before you go out that night...a little management goes a long way
3.) Have your place look a little presentable
4.) Practice poses if you think you want to go that route
5.) Be charming, and when all else fails, DONT PUSSY OUT

Naked Don'ts:
1.) Masterbate when you get Naked.....yeah I don't know why that was ever thought to be ok
2.) Get Naked with them STILL in the room. It's just creepy to take off your clothes while they watch when the situation isn't called for
3.) FORCE yourself into the house and then FORCE yourself on them. If they say "No Thank You" please get dressed and leave.
4.) Make any mention of the Naked Man to them prior to trying it.
5.) Attempt the Naked Man after a FAILED attempt on the same person
6.) For Guys: Don't jump up and down Naked...ALMOST NO ONE wants to see that.
7.) Try it on your roommates, or anyone you've known for awhile and a friendship is already established....just doesn't work out and will only hurt your percentages.
8.) Attempt the Naked Man if other roommates are present...this is one case where there IS NOT strength in numbers
9.) If they happen to Laugh, don't abandon all hope, humor can lead to intercourse.

Final Thoughts:
So thats about it. I think that we each should try this at least once, if not for a nice story to tell. Ladies, chances are you'll have a much higher success rate than men because well guys are much easier to seduces and MOST men won't say No to a naked girl. I personally believe that the Naked Man can have a 100% success rate with all the right variables in place, but since you can't control all those I think you should at least attempt it on someone who has shown some kind of interest in you. If they have shown no attraction, chances are seeing you Naked is not going to go over well.

So with that thought I head into Ann Arbor for my fairwell part 2. I hope to be in a situation where I can attempt my first official Naked Man as then of course tell you guys about it. I wish you all good luck this weekend, and Cass I'll see you soon.

I am a Feminist.....Kinda

Don't get too excited Cassie, I'm not done the book yet and this isn't a full post designed to comment on my thoughts of the whole thing. Due to recent events and posts from Mike O I've decided to write a little about the subject on guys and girls.

To start off, I think that I deep down would be a Feminist. I think that my mom raised me to have an appreciation and respect for women, that when wholly applied, really lives up to the dictionary definition of the term. I also realize that I'm a chauvinistic pig at it's finest. After all, my whole blogging life started as a journey not of life or its lessons, but of a conquest of girls.

I talk about women as objects, as lessons, as quests and prizes, and rarely if ever as people. That is itself is a shame. What I realized is that this has just become the acceptable rhetoric of college men, and yes stereotypically of athletes. I won't get into details but my favorite time of the day my first two years of college was the stretching circle at Track practice where we would literally spend all our time ogling of the girls on the team and dissecting everything from their running form and the way they looked in tights to their performance in bed or their moves on the dance floor. Pretty much we talked about everything, and shared all kinds of stories.

HOWEVER, while our actions could have been distasteful, I do not find them harmful. YES we talked about girls as if they were pieces of meat, and YES we often discussed private matters in open forum, but we NEVER said anything hurtful to these girls, and ALMOST NEVER let our conversations reach outside the circle. The thing about guys is that they will be guys. They will talk about girls they hooked up with, want to hook up with, and failed to hook up with. Girls do the exact same thing, and sometimes are even worse. I remember waking up in a Tri Delt Senior House (yes I know an extreme example) only to hear them talk about how they guys they hooked up with had small penises or were TERRIBLE in bed. Man I felt bad for these guys because there was no detail sparred. The only information they didn't seem to give out was the social security numbers of these poor fellows. The point is that everyone in college is in a bubble where we discuss/say things that we most likely won't do outside. College in itself is a bubble that keeps us from the realities of the world. For example, how many times have YOU not used a condom? Asked a guy to pull out? Or just flat out forgot about it. This kind of behavior would never fly in the real world, especially in big cities like Baltimore of Chicago. But UM def didn't have a big STD scare, not unless you were foolish enough to run with certain athletes that you KNEW got around.

To get back on track, when I share stories with my roommates/teammates I mean no harm, and I'm sure most of us decent people don't. We don't really think that all girls have the IQ of a throw rug but it makes for an entertaining story. And lets face it, when you pick up someone at Ricks, you're not going for a quality person with a winner personality, you're going for an attractive body (MOST of the time) and someone who more than likely would be down to come home with you. When that's your set up, you're almost guaranteed to talk about them in a negative light when recapping the night.

The next comment I want to make is that right now we are at a place in our lives where we are "dating." Yes I know that Dating is a vague term with over a million ways of explaining it but for the purposes of this post I liken it to "shopping around." When I reached high school my mom gave me some simple advice. She said "I don't want you to have a serious girlfriend, I'd rather you have a bunch of different girlfriends." NO she didn't mean at once, and why she actually said that was that she (truthfully) believed that a serious girlfriend would lead to me having sex. BUT more importantly this was a lesson that stayed with me. Dating is all about finding what qualities and traits you like in a mate, so that eventually when you find someone special you KNOW it's exactly what you want. You KNOW you need someone who communicates, someone family oriented, someone with a stable job, no kids, etc. So this era we spend our time "shopping around" trading in different people for different traits and personality types. As shallow as it sounds, I've learned that I ABSOLUTELY need someone who know's how to be passionate in the bedroom. You've heard my horror stories about "the dead fish" and what not and honestly, in a lover, for me, you have to know how to express yourself in that way. Also, I NEED someone who takes good care of their personal hygiene. Again you guys know the story of the "JUNGLE" and me literally coughing up hair balls....UGH. I guess my point is that it's much easier to be shallow, mean, and a little disrespectful when we are picking and choosing characteristics in mates. Again not saying that it's the "Right" thing to do, but it's what happens so we might as well understand it.

All this is personal, I can't speak for all the guys out there who try to be "players" or the ones who literally go out of their way to exploit young women. I KNOW for a fact that there are certain Frat guys who have activities dedicated to how much they can embarrass a girl at a party and unfortunately I KNOW that some guys actually DRUG girls to get them in the bedroom. So sad, but we can't let the actions of a few spoil it for the rest of us.

Pretty much what I'm trying to say this whole time is that I'm not so bad. Cassie and I have gotten into enough "debates" about women, especially in sports, but I think it all comes down to the point that I want us to be equal. I want us to make the same amount of money, be judged the same, and treated with the same amount of respect. It's unfortunate that it isn't that way now but with America you have to know it's a land of history. This country was founded by people who wanted to do things their own way and as a result they find it difficult to change certain aspects. I for one always believe that women will be treated a bit differently, just as people in color. Those in power always seem to continue this trend and unfortunately the people in power are recycled from generation to generation.

As I'm reading this book I don't think I'm learning anything new, because well the arguments seem to always be the same. It's sad but women still will face the same hurdles that they always have because the GENERAL perception of those in control is just a "female dog" to change.

So Alas, when I write about my future conquests, as I inevitably will, on my road to 50, please take it with a light heart. Know that these girls were most likely treated with respect (minus 46) and that everyone involved had a good time. Know that I am not going out like a predator every night stalking girls and looking for the most vulnerable and easily manipulated ones. If anything you should know that I will find the weird ones, and in all likeliness our meeting will be mutually beneficial. There is no doubt in my mind that I will make one woman very happy one day, as I possess the knowledge and the personality to be a loving and supportive husband and father....but not today, or anytime soon. I always joke that I will have all girls because of my lifestyle now and I think that's accurate, the world will laugh at me as I try to fend off the advances of all the guys that will be chasing my daughters around. BUT let's face it, history is cyclical, and although they may not have had a blogosphere to write about it, our parents probably did the same thing as us. I've heard stories about "Crazy Bill Peteoskey" that I know Cassie would never want to know, and thats as it should be. At the end of the day, as long as we're having fun, and not going out with the intention to hurt anyone, whats the harm in "No Pride Night" Or in testing the "Naked Man" or doing a "Devil's Threeway" or swapping, or anything of that sort. In 10 years we'll all look back and laugh at the crazy things we did when we were becoming Men and Women, so let's continue to do these crazy things so that we CAN laugh about them later.


Yes a very confusing and confounded post so I hope it made sense in some parts at least. Don't know why I wrote it I just did.

Oh and Challenge for this week is to MEET someone at this wedding. As I've never been to one I have no idea what to expect but I think I should be able to do at least that much.

Look for "Prelude to the Naked Man" coming soon.

Hiding In Plain Site

So many thoughts I had throughout this week, and yet I failed at writing any of them down. Currently I am reading "Full Frontal Feminism" recommended by Cassie, so eventually I will have a post dedicated to that book. It's pretty interesting thus far.

As chin mentioned there is a lot of remembering going around these days with graduation and what not, but I think that I've done my fair share of driving down memory lane. As I look to the future I find it more and more difficult not to see myself coaching. This weekend we had a JV only Invitational, kind of a filler meet for the kids not going to Penn Relays, and I must say it made it fall in love with track all over again. I think this was mainly because my group of kids, the hurdlers, were all running and all ran really well. My guy hurdler won his race, and my two girls went 2-3. You know how people say that sometimes parents live vicariously through the successes of their kids? Well I'm pretty sure it's the same way for Coaches. Something about seeing them perform so well makes all the long practices and constant repetition worth it. I guess what I really want you guys to get out of this is that I've finally found a place in the working world that I know I belong in, and that's coaching. Now all I need to do is find a real day job and I'll be well on my way.

This weekend was pretty good for me. Friday morning I saw Fast Five with my little bro, and it was great. If you are a fan of the series then it's a must see. If you're a fan of action movies, then it's a must see. If you're a fan of Vin Diesel, Paul Walker, or the Rock....well you get the point. Just go watch this movie and make sure you stay past the credits, or through the credits.

Saturday we went to the city to celebrate a Pal's 25th birthday, which I realize isn't too far away for me, scary thought. It was a great night, no 47 or anything like it but def one of the most fun nights I've had in Baltimore. It seems that after a wedding last weekend, Stann et company have revived jump style and thus we spent sometime reviewing the moves prior to us going out. As if it was meant to be, within the first half hour Stereo love comes on and of course we make a huge circle on the dance floor and take it away. I actually wish there would have been a video for this because we made it look good. 3x3 with the rows interchanging on the turn, a thing of beauty. Anyways after the dance we were a big hit in the club and we used our celebrity to get groups of girls to dance with us.Oddly enough, a bunch of guys came up to ask congratulating us and tell us how good we looked ha, guess everyone can appreciate good dancing.

It is definitely wedding season. There were about 4 bachelorette parties that stayed out in the club plus 3 that were there at some point or another. I found myself, for some reason, searching out all the maid of honors and then using them as an in into the group. I should mention though that these were some of the more unattractive wedding parties I have ever seen. Some of the brides were beat and even more of the bridesmaids were just not people you would want to take to a fashion show. BUT since I was drunk it all was in good fun. SIDE NOTE, would have been a killer night to have a No Pride Night.

The one downside of the night were...well Asian girls. This is the first night where I actually felt like I could understand why Chin has such a negative disposition towards them. To Sum it up, we met 5 of them, 4 of them were game to dance, one was just a debbie downer (to be nice), and ofcourse that was the one I took. After hours of dancing they came back to our place downtown. After an hour of maybe the worst kings game ever, they took a cab back to Towson(where my rents live). Pretty much they sucked. I felt bad for the guys I was with because I'm pretty sure they ALL thought they were going to get it in, and instead well you know. The worst part of it all was that they would speak half English half SOMETHING. No idea what the heck they were speaking but I was informed it wasn't any kind of Korean (I guess they were offended I thought so) or really any other dialect I had heard before. The ring leader was the most annoying Asian I've met, next to Angela, poor Chin ha. Anyways it came to the point where I just wanted them to leave us alone so we could sleep....anytime you're hanging out with a girl or guy it should NEVER come to the point where you just want them to go away.

That about sums up the weekend. Looking forward to the Porter Offili wedding this weekend, should be in AA early Friday through Sat Night. I have no obligations on Friday, so if anyone wants to go out then I'm game. I'm sure I'll be doing something with the Wedding Sat Night so I'll let you guys know accordingly.


Just to be a bandwagon Patriot.....USA.....or if I was still an undergrad i'd probably say....America! F*** Yeah!