GtarPlayr73
Senior Don Juan
"Missed Opportunities of the Past" #1
OK. Here is the first in a series of accounts of my missed opportunities from the past. With most of them, i'm pretty sure what happened but others were a bit more tricky to read. So I'm sharing to get some community analysis...
The year was 1991. Daytona Beach, Florida. Fall semester at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. I was a green, wet-behind-the-ears, freshman-away-at-college, virgin, wanna be fly-boy. I was also an fundamentalist Christian who believed he was prohibited from laying a girl outside of marriage. But that didn't stop me from roaming the field, Chump Style.
Somehow, i find myself talking to this cute, jeep-driving blond from Texas outside of the ground school class we're both enrolled in. I HAVE NO F*CKING IDEA HOW I DID IT, but i ended up at her off-campus apartment, just the two of us...at night. We are sitting on her living room floor, talking for several hours. We are about a foot apart facing each other. She's cute. She's hot. She's a lively thing with a Texas drawl. I want to kiss her. I want to touch those smooth legs right there in front of me...just inches away. And...I never make a move the entire night. Of course, neither does she. Women are not the action gender, as i NOW know. Eventually, the night ends (read: she tires of waiting) and she drives me back to my dorm, probably close to 1 or 2AM, IOW, late. The next time we are in class, i make the extraordinarily-AFC move of sitting RIGHT NEXT TO HER instead of my USUAL seat across the room - a move everyone in the class had to notice. Needless to say, her demeanor couldn't have said "Get lost, clipped-wing Virgin Boy" any louder. And that was the end of that little chump-tastic episode...
Post-flight debrief:
This first scenario is quick and easy. I think Texas Fly-Girl, fresh on campus, hundreds of miles from Ma and Pa, wanted to grab my joystick and take to the air. Sitting as she was, facing me, in very close proximity, in her apartment, at night, with no one else around was a ripe situation. But instead of scoring that first victory, i ejected...or should i say, she just parked me back in my hanger. (OK, that's the last of the aviation puns...). Simply a classic case of the AFC afraid of his own male sexuality...
OK. Here is the first in a series of accounts of my missed opportunities from the past. With most of them, i'm pretty sure what happened but others were a bit more tricky to read. So I'm sharing to get some community analysis...
The year was 1991. Daytona Beach, Florida. Fall semester at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. I was a green, wet-behind-the-ears, freshman-away-at-college, virgin, wanna be fly-boy. I was also an fundamentalist Christian who believed he was prohibited from laying a girl outside of marriage. But that didn't stop me from roaming the field, Chump Style.
Somehow, i find myself talking to this cute, jeep-driving blond from Texas outside of the ground school class we're both enrolled in. I HAVE NO F*CKING IDEA HOW I DID IT, but i ended up at her off-campus apartment, just the two of us...at night. We are sitting on her living room floor, talking for several hours. We are about a foot apart facing each other. She's cute. She's hot. She's a lively thing with a Texas drawl. I want to kiss her. I want to touch those smooth legs right there in front of me...just inches away. And...I never make a move the entire night. Of course, neither does she. Women are not the action gender, as i NOW know. Eventually, the night ends (read: she tires of waiting) and she drives me back to my dorm, probably close to 1 or 2AM, IOW, late. The next time we are in class, i make the extraordinarily-AFC move of sitting RIGHT NEXT TO HER instead of my USUAL seat across the room - a move everyone in the class had to notice. Needless to say, her demeanor couldn't have said "Get lost, clipped-wing Virgin Boy" any louder. And that was the end of that little chump-tastic episode...
Post-flight debrief:
This first scenario is quick and easy. I think Texas Fly-Girl, fresh on campus, hundreds of miles from Ma and Pa, wanted to grab my joystick and take to the air. Sitting as she was, facing me, in very close proximity, in her apartment, at night, with no one else around was a ripe situation. But instead of scoring that first victory, i ejected...or should i say, she just parked me back in my hanger. (OK, that's the last of the aviation puns...). Simply a classic case of the AFC afraid of his own male sexuality...
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