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Derek
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« on: May 27, 2010, 11:18:01 AM » |
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Every Sunday night in Cozumel, they have a dance/get together thing at the downtown square. At the house where my mom and i live, we have a border named Steve and he goes around the island doing maintenance and such and maintenance around here too because this is an old house and the people before them didn't rewire it right at all, it seems. He likes going to parties and such, but not the bars, he hates the drinking.
Well, last Sunday, i went to the square with Steve again. To that dance/get together thing. I went off just to get a soda, my throught was a bit dry. Theres this guy who always shows up at the square drunk (only he wasnt there that time i went by myself...which is a DANG GOOD THING!). First time i met him, my cousin and her daughter was there with us. (the daughter who's 23, showed me how to dance latin, and the "drunk friend" whose neme is Poco joined us, he was drunk (and high?) according to Sarah (cousin's daughter).
Last night, he was there again, he spotted me. he was drunk, he leterally dragged me off the street to play pool and have a beer with him. I wanted to order a Fanta or Sprite, but he kept insisting he wanted to buy me a beer, thinking this was some kind of custom, i didnt wanna be rude, so i let him, just took a few sips...taste like CRAP! You know that lime they usualy stick at the top of the bottle, i was sucking on it to get the taste out of my mouth. I seen him step out to talk to a bartender then he took me aside and said he called a girl for me. He wanted me to pay him or something, i didnt really understand him that well he was drunk witha spanish accent so... Time drug on, i wanted to get back to steve because my only attempt was to get some soda and come back. He wouldnt let me leave. I got scared. I told him id get the money from Steve just so hed let me go. He got crazy, he took me aside and said he didnt wanna have to get nasty and he literly squeezed my hand like has trying to break it. But thank God, eventualy i found Steve, he got Poco off my back. And we took a cab home.
why couldnt i have done this by myself? Instead of relying on Steve, why couldnt i found some way to defend myself. One reason, maybe, it would look like he was the victim and i was the perpertrater when in fact it was viceverca. You see, this is why i can never be independant, this is why i was never able to have a girlfriend/wife. Last night just confirms it.
Anyrate it just goes to show i can never go out alone, not even for a few measely minutes to grab a soda or something. Maybe i'm just not the partying type. I hate to drink (even tried a margerita with my cousin, Val, and her daughter Sarah...HATED IT! but i like shooting pool (I used to do that alot in 1994 at small social gathering in Texas, it wasnt a club though.) and i wouldnt mind dancing with a woman if i only knew one. Just trying to find my way. 40 years old and wouldnt even know how to survive on the streets. Thats probely what ruining it for me.
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