The first time I met Chuck, there was a block party on campus, at one of the apartment complexes. It was one of those parties my roommates and I happened upon and just ended up talking, flirting, watching, flirting. In college, I was a bold little something. I said the first thing that came to mind in some situations...more or less a good girl, but a “huge shit talker”, in a nice way.
So I see this guy, who I’ve seen around campus before, walking around looking like a greasy imitation of Al B. Sure. He was a
I said something to him. In a funny, but kind of “I know you didn’t, you’re not-all that” sort of way.
A month or so later, I see this same guy after a night at the bar. And yet again, he’s acting like he’s the shit, again, walking around, this time with a sucker,
We ended up becoming really good friends
It’s been about nine, ten years and we are still friends and to this day, I still let him know, he's not all of that, and he still has a small Mr. Chuck. I'm not an ego killer, he still has one...