The Story of Us (A Blatant Copying of a Movie Title Title)
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This story begins several years ago on a little piece of land in the middle of a vast ocean. It begins on a Friday, a rare Friday in that I had the day off. Jesse invited me to a cook-out on the beach with some friends from his old unit. We head down there and it's a total bust( there was one girl,back then parties were judged on the guy to girl ratio, more than the also important alcohol to person ration, but not more important then the me hooking up percentage. The breakdown worked like this, if the guy/girl was high enough the beer/person ratio was almost inconsequential, if the beer/person ratio was 12/1 or higher guy/girl isn't a factor, if the me hook-up percentage even has positive numbers, nothing else matters. That party had almost non-existent guy/girl, low beer/person & 0% of me hooking up). So I head down the beach. By pure chance I hook up with some buddies at Dukes (a beach bar in waikiki that places second in the beach bar category only to The Green Beach,which is in Israel and is literally so close to the surf that if a ten foot wave ever came up, half the bar would have been flooded) . One of them busts out a guitar and everyone starts making a fool of themselves, except me. I start talking to some girls sitting near us. Of course within ten minutes the vultures begin circling and everyone else moves over to the girls table. Somewhere in there Jesse turns up at Dukes also. Anyway, I'm doing good, nice potential, then Jesse drops de bomb. That night was Glens going away party at the Pearl Club(a country bar thats sole redeeming trait is that I met Sheena there) and it was time to go. As I get up the cute one of the girls (who up till that point I really hadn't talked to much) looks at me with eyes pleading me to stay, promising pleasures of the flesh.
"You're leaving?"
I started this story so back in the day because of this moment. This is one of two pivotal moments to arise for me during this adventure. I could have stayed, but then this story would be one of more of many torrid tales I have tell. That's not to say that I didn't regret the decision, I did, all during the car ride to the bar, walking up to and in the bar, all the way up to the point I saw Sheena for the first time. After that, all thoughts of the girl at the beach were forgotten.
CONTINUED
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