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This is a story about a friend, we'll call him "The Graduate" or "TG" and a young lady, we'll call her the "Cape Cod Chick" or "3C" that he had an interesting experience with.
A few years ago TG was at his graduation from uni. Being the social butterfly he is, TG was chatting up most of the people seated around him. Most of these people just happened to be women. The bastard lucked out.
Now, if you've graduated from any large institute you will know how BORING those fucking ceremonies are. Anyways, he began chatting to a nice (not hot enough) girl beside him. She was great and she, fortunately for him, had a boyfriend. As TG was chatting to her about being single, looking for someone to date, etc. the "nice girl" offered TG to talk with the hot blonde seated next to her. Like HOT. He obviously didn't hesitate and before you knew it TG was seated next to the pretty blonde girl...or soon to be know as 4C.
Long ceremony short, they both realized they were attracted to one another, enjoyed each others company and wanted to get together at another time. They exchanged numbers and went off with family and friends for photos.
A few days later TG decided to give her a shout. They arranged to meet up for lunch downtown, on a gorgeous patio, in a ritzy part of the city about a week and a half after originally meeting. Great weather, good company and a nice restaurant...it was going well. Overall, things went well, they had great conversation, flirting took place and 3C dropped him off at work.
Later that night after TG finished work, 3C called and ask him a question: "Do you want to come with me to Cape Cod? My parents have a time share that I'm going to use for 5 days. I'll drive and we can just have some fun for a week. You interested?" With TG being at a bar, pretty tipsy and knowing how well they had been getting along he took his chance and agreed. He mentioned to his co-workers of his plans and the response he received was not good. "Are you crazy?", "She must be a fucking psycho" and "You'll regret this decision dip shit" were all comments he heard, but he knew what he felt. He felt a connection.... and her being a hot blonde definitely didn't hurt.
So the day had finally come. They began driving to Cape Cod. Once they arrived they checked into their room and got settled. The first few days went great. Things were progressing slowly, but TG was getting a bit frustrated with the lack of ass he was getting. Sure, they were fooling around. A hand job one night. Fingers flying the next night. Both parties going south of the border another night. Whatever. Sex was not there....yet.
By the fourth night, it all came together. They decided to stay in with a big bottle of vodka, watch some TV and get what they both wanted...sex. TG initiated the touching by kissing her neck. She turned to him and started making out with him in a forceful, I want to bang, kind of way. 3C threw TG on the bed and hopped on top of him, straddling his half boner. It took about 3.1 seconds for her to get her shirt off and after that, clothes began to fly. Shirts were off. Pants were off. The fun was about to begin. After 3C got TG very horny, he turned her over and went down on her. Rubbing and licking made 3C cum and beg for him to be in her. After multiple positions, multiple orgasms, multiple shots of vodka and multiple sex sessions, the two of them passed out hard.
The next and final day of the trip, the two woke up naked and had a quick, still half drunk sex session and got ready for the beach. Things were different though. TG was annoyed with her complaining ways that began to shine through. 3C was pissed about his stand-off type of ways and dick head comments. Soon enough it was night and the two found themselves in the same situation as the precious night. Vodka....TV....sex, or was there? The vodka made TG tired and he was so turned off by her at this point that sex was not in the cards. They were both drunk and she wanted it. Wanted it bad. She was trying to be sexy but TG was having none of it. And, this is what sent the Cape Cod Chick over the edge...and what added that extra C to her name. 3C had now became 4C, the Crazy Cape Cod Chick.
The Crazy Cape Cod Chick began to get very angry for no apparent reason, going out of her way to start an argument. Knowing the type that TG is, he didn't just stand down so he was just adding fuel to the fire with smart ass comments. Believe it or not, it escalated so badly that 4C flipped out. Yelling, screaming, slapping and so much more. This chick was off her fuckin' head. She packed up her bags as TG sat on the couch, enjoying a vodka on the rocks and watching sports highlights thinking she wouldn't leave. As she kept packing, TG kept thinking "She won't leave me here in Cape Cod all alone." But as the bags got more full, the anger of 4C still at a high and the time passing, it became more clear that this bitch might try and strand him there. She was wasted and clearly couldn't drive, so when she bolted towards the door with her stuff, TG stepped in and grabbed her suitcase.
The door to the room was open and they were now in the hallway. TG was still trying to grab her bag, while saying "You can't drive you weirdo...you're fuckin' hammered." As he tugged her suitcase, her wrist got caught in the metal pull handle. She began to scream and cry like a fucking 4 year old child who just fell on the cement. It caused a MASSIVE scene. Soon enough, other residents were in the hallway and the hotel staff was present as well. After explaining the situation TG was offered to stay on the couch in the lobby while 4C returned her crazy, drunk ass to the room.
The morning came, early morning, way faster than anyone wanted and TG woke up with a stiff neck and burning eyes. It was just after 8:00am as he looked to make sure his suitcases were still beside him. He went to the front desk and asked if 4C was still in the room. The young lady at the counter informed him that she had left...about 30 minutes ago. TG thought "Holy shit, how the hell am I going to get home?" He then called the nut bar to find out how far she had driven. The first call resulted in a quick hang up. The next call didn't get to much further. The third call, basically the desperation plea for TG, ended with 4C telling him "I have a lot to think about. I'm on my way to IHOP and I'll call you when I finish." Ha ha ha are you fucking kidding me? What exactly is it about IHOP that was going to clear her head? After nearly 40 worrisome minutes she called back.
TG decided to take the high road, only because she had a car, and lie his way until she would come back. He apologized profusely, thanked her so much for the great week and even reminded her of the spark that got them there in the first place. This was all a bunch of crap, but hopefully would get himself home, TG thought. After a 15 minute conversation, which was TG basically saying "You were right, I was wrong" 4C agreed to drive him home instead of stranding him hours from home. Looks like she did have a bit of a heart. The drive home was quite silent. Discussions about music, sports, celebrities and anything neutral were the only thing on the menu for that ride.
She dropped him off at his house back in the city. She said she forgave him and even apologized for being nuts the night prior. They agreed to both call each other after a week or two of recuperation but it was all talk. Neither 4C nor TG called and that was it. A relationship that seemed to start with such promise, ended with a drunken night of psychotic behaviour from one and a tale of lies to hitch a ride home from another.
The main lesson learned here is one that we all have heard before. Never judge a book by its cover...good or bad. Although The Graduate thought he knew the Cape Cod Chick enough to vacation with her after a measly 2 weeks, he didn't. Therefore, the real woman came out and turned out to be something he didn't expect: the Crazy Cape Cod Chick. Also, we can all learn that amazingly hot looks will only make you happy in the short term. A great personality and physical appearance need to be balanced in order to find a true gem in the end.
Please feel free to leave your thoughts, advice, what you personally would have done in that situation or anything else that may come to mind. ALSO, please let me know if you enjoy a story like this or if you prefer the "debating" type post I put up.
Thanks for dropping by,
Rick Perch
RANDOM RANT
- Did anyone catch Heidi Montag's performance at the Miss Universe competition? Uhhhh you didn't miss much. It was an embarrassment. And Spencer thinks she is "the next Michael Jackson"? ha ha these two are so fucked it's helpless. PS - Congrats to Miss Venezuela for winning the competition. All those girls are stunninng.
- A total of 8 tornado's have been recorded as touching down in the Greater Toronto Area just last week. The mess for some is massive. Hopefully everything will get fixed eventually.
- Has anyone seen the TV show "Dating in the Dark?" It's hilarious. I love when people connect, then see who they've been talking to and aren't attracted to them. Physical attraction is a MUST in any relationship...no matter what.
- Advice for men: just because you're going out to a semi fancy to fancy type club doesn't mean wear black shoes, nice jeans, a long sleeve collared shirt and a blazer. Everyone has their own style, so it's hard for me to believe that all you jackasses LOVE wearing blazers ALL THE FUCKING TIME.
