Me: "You surprised me."
Rum: "How?"
Me: "I thought you were a virgin."
Rum: "You mean the smoking and drinking didn't give it away?"
Introducing Rum and Nar, my two new liming buddies. They are what I like to call "Rumshop Indians", guys whose primary activities are:
1. Smoking (cigarettes, they both no longer smoke marijuana).
2. Drinking.
3. Playing pool.
4. Having sex.
That was in no particular order, and it is only the first 3 that they do in my presence.
Rum and Nar are my first official bad influences (unless you count that chick from the Bronx, New York, who convinced me that expletives are just mistreated words). It's such a change to be the one who is being influenced - I am so accustomed to encouraging people to indulge in their vices.
They've tried to get me to smoke.
I took 2 puffs and a cough. I assure all, this was purely in line with my philosophy that one should try everything once. I am a woman of principle, after all. I really cannot become a smoker, though. Even after hanging out with them several times, I still heavily dislike the smell of cigarette smoke, and while I have gotten accustomed to it, I still move out of the way when it blows directly in front of me - it still annoys my senses. More than that, my miserly ways cannot support a smoking habit.
They've encouraged me to drink. I've already arrived home tipsy - nearly pissed my pants in the maxi on the way home.
They've encouraged me to play pool. I still suck. No, let me take that back. I still blow chunks. Big, meaty chunks. Dripping in hot gravy.
The haven't really started with the sex thing. A little at a time I guess. But I'm still celibate.
Exams, which are less than a month away, have driven a wedge through our liming routine, but we intend to pick up where we left off after exams, when our next time out on the town will be my first strip club - I guess they want me to kick off my exam celebrations with a bang. Get it? A bang?
*crickets chirruping*
Moving swiftly on, well... there's nothing much left to say.
Look out for that entry declaring the end of exams, because that would mean a Strip Club entry is likely to follow.
I know I'm going to get very tipsy if I do end up going to a titty joint. I know how I am when I'm tipsy, so I'll be sure to masturbate several times before lending myself to the company of Rum and Nar.
And Flez still owes me $1,700. I am seriously considering disclosing this fact to my parents. And then maybe to his. But only to expedite my repayment.
Nar: "Let's bet for this game. The loser has to pay the winner $1,000."
Me: *laughing* "Okay."
(As if there was ever any doubt who the winner would be. The only way I would win is if he scratched when attempting to play the 8 ball).
Nar: *after pocketing the 8-ball* "I win."
Me: "I don't got $1,000."
(Blatant lie - I don't got $1,000 to spend on pool bets.)
Nar: "Well I'll give you the option - cash or kind?"
You figure out what he means by that.