From: "squid" Subject: ASSC AFTSD - I really hope that this fails to suck. Date: 3 Dec 97 05:02:15 GMT It's now 9:45pm and I still haven't written my AFTSD post. A story is starting to rise through the mist and I'm going to give it a shot...just as soon as I go and get my clothes out of the dryer. Back. I'm thinking that this post should be named "Asshole boyfriends from Hell" This story goes back as far as late spring 1993. I had just arrived on Guam having just finished school in Oakland, CA. I was still in shock from being torn away from my ATF, (and I don't use that term lightly) in SF. I had just turned 21 and had only been in maybe 3 strip clubs. The first order of business was to find an appropriate venue of entertainment and a lovely young lass with which to share my portion of the national budget. The first club was ok, but I failed to "click" with any of the dancers. The second club was a little better and they had a new group of dancers just arrived from Oregon or Washington. I somehow found myself talking to N who was not the best looking of the dancers and didn't have the greatest body, but she had deep blue eyes and a wonderful personality. She also gave great stage milage. I mean when she slid off the stage into my lap everything and everyone in the club was lost to me. Soon three months had passed and I had known N most of that time. She spent almost all of her off stage time with me unless the club was really busy. She gave me the number to the house where all of the dancers lived. I learned about her sister who had a drug problem, some of the wierd habits of the other dancers, that the photographer the club used for promo shots of the dancers was an ass and other assorted gossip. I also learned that the photographer and I had the same first name, and that was why the dancers were rude when I called the house. One day I talked a friend into going to the club with me. Keith ran into one of his co-workers while I was at the stage engrossed in one of N's sets. I returned to profess of my love of N to Keith when he told me that his co-worker, Chris, had just told him that she was his GF! SHOCK! N is a bit angry that Chris is telling people that she is his GF. She assures me that she is single and that Chris is only a friend. She is also a friend with a girl that Keith works with. This girl hates me. I never was sure why. N tells me she will have words with Chris over this. Things returned to normal and I think that I even remember Keith telling me that he later learned that they were indeed only friends. I also recieved several warnings from Chris's co-workers/friends that I should stay away from N because he was "a nice guy, but he'll kick your ass over her." Sometime in September I got enough courage to ask N out. She agreed to meet me at Tony Roma's on her night off. I showed up early and decided to have a drink to relax since I was a little nervous. After a couple of hours and the third or fourth screwdriver I decided that she wasn't going to show. My thoughts turned to my ATF in SF and my drinks turned to Jack and Coke. A couple more drinks or so and I decided to wonder down the street to the club where she worked thinking that maybe she had been called into work. After a couple of beers I decided that she wasn't in the club and decided to head home. I never did eat that night. The rest of the night is lost in a blur of puking in the gutter, puking down the side of a van used to taxi drunk sailors, dry heaves, 1/4 mile stagger, spinning room, etc. The next day I go to see Keith. "What did you do to Chris? He said next time he sees you he's gonna kick your ass." More warnings to stay away from N. Upon going to the club that night I learned from N that: 1. N and Chris had just decided to take their friendship to the next step. 2. Chris was none too happy to learn that I was to have dinner with his new GF. My reaction? I got a polaroid taken with her in case I wanted to really make him furious. I really hate it when people threaten me. I slacked off on going to the club some. I started hearing stories about how he couldn't stand ANY guys around her. Later I heard more stories of how he treated her like shit. She started talking about returning to the states for the holidays. Soon, about this time of the year, flu season started. Guess who is responsible for giving flu shots to all navy persons. That would be where I work. We give flu shots with a gun that shoots a stream of fluid through a tiny hole in a diamond with enough force to break the skin without needing a needle. You can cut somebody good if they, or the gun, moves. I had his arm in one hand and the gun in the other and I said, "So, you're the guy that's going to kick my ass." I fought with the idea of making him bleed. And then I gave him the shot just like everybody else. N returned to Guam in January and I ran into her in the club one night. I went to the stage to tip her and in comes Chris. He walks over and takes a seat beside me. I thinking that maybe he's decided to get over it and I'm about to offer to buy him a beer. "Next time you want to threaten me you better do it somewhere else." "Huh?" "You know what I'm talking about. And if you got anything to say about it you'll step outside." WTF?!? Is this some kind of macho high school BS? I think he's talking about what I said to him 2 months ago. I just finish my beer and leave about a half hour later. I finally decided that he was probably deranged and if she would rather be with him then, well, screw her. He soon got out of the navy and returned to Puerto Rico, (why do I always have so much trouble with PR guys?). And she returned to where ever she was from. The moral to this story? Well, I sold my morals for $50 to buy lap dances. squid (yeah, I know, this post sucks. bite me) -- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "We work hard at sea so that we're not jerking you guys around in port... Press on and have a great day." -- R.C. Klosterman, CAPT, USN http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Parthenon/3678/