I’ve recently moved from Agoura Hills (Southern California) to San Luis Obispo (Central California). I wasn’t expecting any huge culture shock; really nothing more than the feeling of moving from the suburbs to a college town, but for some reason I expected men to be much more polite. So far I’ve pretty much kept to myself and ignored the very early twenty-somethings that live in my complex. But today I decided to be bold. As I was smoking my last cigarette (fingers crossed!) I heard some loud male voices from the pool neighboring my apartment. I thought to myself, “this will be the perfect opportunity to get rid of the rest of my cancer sticks!” So, as I took the last drag on my disgusting/delicious last cig, I wandered over to the pool and asked the four skantally clad young men if any of them smoked. I had two takers; Kelly and Brian. Each boy was unique in their own way but shared one trait- they were both drunk.
As Kelly and Brian stummbled over to the gate of the pool, I immediately regretted my decision to make new friends. After the exchange of names, the young men asked why I was so willing to part with my pieces of addiction. When I told them I was quitting, they high fived me and said they supported my decision. . . It’s funny, when I look back on the exchange I should have been much more aware that even through sunglasses I could tell that neither boy was looking at my face with admiration, but my breasts.
Anyhow, as the inebriated conversation went on, Kelly somehow found it necessary to say, “I sell coke. So if you ever want to do coke off a cock, let me know“. What!? Since when is it okay (regardless of what part of the country you live in) to speak to a complete stranger in such a digusting manner?!?!!?!?!?!? I swear, if there wasn’t a fence between us I would have kicked Kelly in the crotch!
So much for a warm welcome… I’m gonna go take a shower.
