Showing posts with label students. Show all posts
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Monday, December 7, 2009

"...Jack My Car Off..."


A few months ago, I was leaving the office after a long day of classes and assorted bullshit... 

When I exited the building and entered the parking lot, there was this young lady in distress... her car wouldn't start...

I asked her if I could be of assistance... and she replied, "I would appreciate it if you could help me jack my car off..."

I looked at her... I just looked at her... and thought... WTF?!?!?!?!?!

Then I place my hand on her shoulder... looked into her eyes... and told her... "dear, the phrase is "jump my car off..."  "Would you please help me jump my car off..."

I pondered asking her if she could help me jack my...  Well... never mind....


Friday, December 4, 2009

"You Are Going Home With Me...Aren't You??"

I have a really rough time with relationships...

A couple of weekends ago, I was having dinner and drinks at a local bar and grill where my son works... and this woman... about 20-something years younger than me... comes up and asks if she can sit by me at the bar... not being a total idiot, I replied.. "Of course!"


So we talk... about a host of things... she works at the bank where I do business... and she says she has seen me there... that she thinks I am "cute"... whatever the Hell that means... I'm not sure at what point in my Life I left the "Cute" phase behind me...

It's difficult coming on to a woman with your son on the other side of the bar... I have this "need" to continue to be a Dad in his presence... and at the same time, I have this desire to go home with this gorgeous thing and screw her lights out... and of course, in the process... get mine screwed out as well... sex is always the best when all participants achieve their goals and desires...


Along with my son... several of my students work there as well... I don't really need my son... or my students... evaluating my pick-up skills... or lack of skills... and being the butt of a bunch of conversation on campus...


Did I say she was hot? Did I say she had legs that went clear from here to there and back?? She has these great lips too... great kissing lips... great suh - suh - suh -suh - sucking lips... I would watch her mouth when she talked to me... and imagine all of the other great things she could probably do with those lips and that tongue... I was thinking of the ol' "sucking the chrome off of a trailer hitch" kind of thing...

So... out of the corner of my eyes.. I could see my son sizing the moment up... Was he thinking.. "Damn... Dad's the Man!!" Or was he thinking... "Gross... is Dad going to try to have sex?? Yeeeewwww!!!" And the students... where they thinking... Is Mr. So-N-So going to follow through on this??? And.. "if he gets lucky, Will he be in a better mood in class now??"

I have this feeling that Dads aren't supposed to be horndogs in front of their kids... nor teachers be horndogs in front of students who would go out and tell other students about what Mr. So-N-So was doing the other night!!!!

Maybe it shouldnt make any difference...


Did I tell you that she had really long brunette hair? And a beautifully round butt?? And that I was having a really difficult time keeping my hands off of her???


Soooooooooooooooooo... I threw caution to the wind... and went for it... we had fun... we laughed... we carried on...


I have a really rough time with relationships... My divorce was horrible... My Dad had a stroke on Valentine's Day, '96, and died 8 days later... and roughly six months after his death, my wife and I filed for divorce... My self esteem was destroyed... my confidence... everything... I probably have times when I think I am not worthy or deserving of being Loved... I would be a great case for a psychologist or counselor, no doubt... I don't think I am afraid of failure... but I do think I fear rejection... I know that I am in some kind of emotional/sexual rehab.. from the failed marriage and relationships... but I don't mind continuing on that road to recovery... no?


Anyway... Amanda and I had WAY too much fun that night... and I could see my son and his friends/my students looking as if they were betting on or against my chances...


Her breasts were JUST right...


So.. she finished her drink... stood up... looked at me and asked... "You Are Going Home With Me...Aren't You??"