The Vault: About Chuck

As promised, shedding some insight on Chuck...

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 super duper super senior, and in a fraternity that’s non-descript, but somehow they appeared on campus. Anyways, I see him talking to this girl. She gives him her number and as soon as she walks away, he gives it to his friend and they throw it away.

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, being nasty the one thing that irked the hell out of me in college. So I yell out the car and tell him he’s not all of that. We’re going back and forth flirting talking shit to each other and next thing you know, we’re exchanging numbers, and somehow end up on my couch.

We ended up becoming really good friends after tons of debauchery and lasciviousness although he always thought I was kidding when I told him he was bad in bed, or that his extended member was small. He had such a big ego (why, I’ll never know) so he thought I was funny, a challenge, and made it his mission to prove me wrong...

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...