I taught Jerry in 2000 when he was 15. On my first night as a bouncer, Jerry approached me and asked, "you don't remember me do you?"
I freely admitted I didn't and he went on to tell me about his high school experiences and how he had enjoyed my class. I have a good memory for faces, and was finally able to figure out why I had no recollection of his, other than some sort of didactical dementia.
He was very fat.
In school, he had been an athlete, a legitimate baseball prospect, lean and muscular with wavy black hair. Once I was able to finally place him, I began to recall that he was a pretty big deal in school, a physical specimen with natural alpha looks.
The next day, he friend-requested me on Facebook and I glanced over his pictures and posts. Jerry has been at the bar every time I have worked. To call him a regular would be an understatement.
Jerry soon began telling me bits and pieces of his life. He owns a very successful auto-repair business and is recently divorced. According to him it was a very bad split. She was a few years older then him and had two kids. I had seen pics of the kids on Facebook and assumed they were his. I was wrong; she had been married twice before. He said that her leaving had, "almost killed him."
I suspect that his drinking is finishing the assassination she began.
I also noticed that he always sits, and hovers, and orbits, around the girl we bouncers call, "blue hair." She is a very well-built local fixture with a tinge of blue in her hair. According to our veteran bouncer, she is a notorious, unrepentant, and overtly-obvious thot of the first order of thots. One of her visage characteristics is that she always appears to be squinting. One guy told me he thought it might be a permanent tic from years of dodging cum.
I have personally witnessed her leaving with 6 different guys since May, including the MMA guy from my previous story.
About a month ago Jerry started making posts, dozens of them, about how some unnamed girl didn't understand what she was missing because he could love her like no other guy could. His tone sounds suicidal.
Jerry soon confirmed, whisky in hand, that he was smitten with Blue Hair.
I told him, straight up, that I thought she was a terrible choice and he indignantly insisted that we just didn't understand her. He claimed that she was really sweet and a great mother to her two kids ... yes, like his ex, our azure skank also has two kids, one black and one white, living evidence of her vaginal egalitarianism
Last Saturday, noticing that Jerry was not there at his usual place at his usual time, I asked Blue hair, "were's ya boy?"
She said, "if you're talking about Jerry, he aint MY boy."
Later that night, Jerry sat next to his Blue goddess, buying her, and ALL of her friends, drink after drink. She left about midnight with a lesser ho, presumably prospecting elsewhere for a partner to help perfect her advanced squinting technique.
Jerry stumbled out at 2am. I wedged him into his Uber.
Sunday afternoon he made a long and rambling post about his loneliness and how he has so much to offer.
Submitted August 29, 2018 at 07:39AM by alphasquatch50 https://ift.tt/2MX7Vi6
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