Never Be the Man
There are times that occur in all are lives when we all ask why we went left instead of right, up instead of down, back instead of forth. Here is an offering about such a time.
I met Gloria online; she was a student from England; West Indian, petite, intelligent and very sweet. She was every thing I ever wanted: old fashioned enough to cook for me, massage me, and stroke her man's ego and independent enough not to see him as not just a bodyguard and a meal-ticket. You know the type, kinda' perfect. Now you may ask so why are we not together now, it was the usual good old American male "stupidity".
I had the opportunity to move to London where she lived, work for an international firm that paid very well and live in bliss for the rest of my days. However, like most men when that ancient leviathan "commitment" came close I sailed away! Some months past and I realized I had made a grave error so like a fool I cancelled all my appointments and booked the next flight to London, unannounced. Making a complete ass of myself I "assumed" her schedule was the same and took a cab from the airport to a pub in Liverpool we used to frequent called AJack Ai's@. Just my luck! She was thereY with someone else. Now my mom's voice was ringing in my ear saying "boy common sense ought to tell you to leave and don't say nothin". But who says sense is common
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I approached the saloon door and smiled as the quaint little bell announces entrance. Without a chance to scan the room for I was immediately identified by my sweet Gloria who blurted out in total surprise AConnington!?@
AHey Boo@ I said smiling though I was glaring at the guy she was with. I approached their table and Gloria nervously introduced us. His name was Drey an American like me but obviously a thug; I was shocked at how Gloria had lowered her standards. I mean he actually addressed me by saying Awhat up my nucka=?@
My clever retort was, Ahard times and beat downs my brotha=@. AWhat=s up with this moth=a f()@%a? He asks never taking his eyes off me. AWhat up with you N!&&@?@ I asked stepping back and squaring off for a fight. He then stepped out of the booth; Gloria shouted, AConnie what the hell is wrong with you?@ ADrey please sit down!@ We were not listening we just wanted to get at it. By this time we were drawing some attention. AHey the yanks are about to come to blows@ a voice from the other side of the room announced. The barkeeper commanded us to take it outside; despite Gloria=s protests we did.
We went around back of the pub into an alley with all interested parties following us. Drey was a few inches shorter than me but much thicker; it looked like he did some power lifting. He had a hard but boyish look to him a close shaven head. He was dressed in a heavy plaid shirt and baggy jeans with some designer tennis. I was dressed in kackys and a body shirt with Timbs.
We squared off and attacked each other savagely Gloria screamed in horror at the sound and fury of the blows. Initially I felt no pain probably because of the adrenaline coursing through me. We both drew blood with in the first minute and we were smiling at each other loving every minute of it! I know it=s sick but it=s a testosterone thing like two wild bucks we actually thought whoever won would get the fertile female. We even waxed >Hollywood= in some of our attacks I did a standing drop kick to Drey's head and he rolled away from so as not to sustain any more damage. Then he jumped toward me landing a ASuper Kick@ to my jaw.
These amazing feats did not last; we finally settled into a clench and started to grapple slamming each other into walls and trash containers. Since I had him close I decided to mess up that pretty face of his by hammering him with my right elbow. He reached down a grabbed my balls; I hate to admit it but I screamed like a girl! I did not loose my cool though; I reached down for his and squeezed and twisted. He must have been inhuman or just in Athe zone@ because he acted as if it did not bother him at all. We tumbled to the ground I was on top but he still had my testicles so I head butted him on the bridge of his nose he cried out as the blood splattered all over his face and he released me. I knew how strong he was and how ruthless so I went to work on him right away; began choking him, raised him by his neck then rammed his head into the nearest walk after which I power slammed him then drove my knee into his head. I rolled him over on his stomach grabbed his left arm stepped on his shoulder blade and dislocated his arm he began to cry out a verbal submission. I was not finished yet I began to bang his head and body with trash cans sticks and bottles despite Gloria=s pleas from behind to stop! I could not believe this ghetto cretin was with Amy girl@ so I brought him to his feet once more and began to sling him around like a rag doll until I ripped his shirt and under shirt off; suddenly I stopped my onslaught and the crowd roared while Gloria screamed in horror. I had removed his shirt, under shirt and evidently some sort of rap. Drey was Andrea; two much bruised good sized breasts were revealed. Gloria did not know because they were never intimate; she was saving herself for marriage, another thing I loved about her.
She ran away in utter embarrassment, Andrea went to the hospital and I spent a few nights in a London jail for attacking a woman. When Gloria and I broke up I told her that who ever she found would >never be the man= I was and I was more right than I knew.
Deacon aka Edsel57
04-25-2005
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