Thread: Truth or Dare

Online? I'm not used to Truth or Dare w/o vodka or tequila shots...

Ok, I'll play, truth...

I'd play but I'm kinda tied up right now. To a tree!!

Ah that was me and lynds' idea! How are you holdin up tex?

Ok, there are a few fantasies of interest that I have not yet fulfilled, but for me it has a lot to do with the person I'm with, what comes to mind when we're together and letting spontaneity run its course. As for the ones that have been fulfilled, I feel the best have actually had more to do with the chase and build-up that led to a tremendous experience.

Since I'm watching a retro tv show at the moment, I'll pick one that was fulfilled back in college. So to set the stage... me and three roomates move into an apartment in our sophmore year. It was a refreshing change from the tight but eventful quarters of our freshman dormitory. No more nerds lurking in the hallways or abnormal personalities waiting to pounce right around the hallway corner...

My roomate Rob considered himself somewhat of an international joe-cool fraternity guy. He felt he was the studliest of the bunch being born in Germany and world-traveled. Chris was committed to a relationship back in his hometown to a high-school sweetheart (who later had a nervous breakdown) and was never there on the weekends. Rich was extroverted but when around women he became so introverted that he actually disappeared from plain sight. And then there was me, focused on getting through college but interested in the right distractions

It wasn't long before we all couldn't help but notice a drop-dead gorgeous woman who visited a next-door neighbor of ours. She was about 5' 8", blonde curly hair down to her shoulders, amazing eyes, smile and in perfect shape. Of course, she was the type that seemed completely out of reach -- with a capital COMPLETELY. See, our neighbor was a rich columbian guy, also very attractive, loaded with bling and drove around in a red porsche 944 that could've easily still had the purchase sticker residue on the window. Within moments my roomate Rob referred to her as porsche-woman, something that not only fit the quality of her appearance but also placed her in that elite category that seemed completely unattainable -- the name stuck. At that moment, a kind of unspoken competition began between the two of us...

Over the first month... Rob would find ways to talk to her and come back bragging about it. I would also chat infrequently but would try to lock eyes and leave her with some thought that would linger afterwards.

Another month passed... for a time it seemed that the hold of the columbian guy on her was completely unshakeable. He clearly noticed us but seemed supremely confident that our attempts were futile, if not outright laughable. Doubt crept in, maybe this was a case of aiming truly too high... but the fight continued... there were times where she seemed to enjoy the attention. And if I wasn't mistaken, so too were her clothes becoming a bit more eye catching... tight tops and skirts, form fitting nightclub outfits, bold red dresses, and breezy summery dresses that made her look as if she was floating more than walking.

It played out for a third month. It was now November, the heat in north-central Florida was quickly abating and the cooler winds of fall could be felt. So too could I detect a slight change in her relationship with the columbian. She was visiting less often, we would still chat briefly but there was definitely something going on... or maybe it was my imagination. Meanwhile, Rob would continue to brag but still had nothing to really show for it. I didn't brag, but also didn't have anything tangible either.

I believe it was December, month four, the semester was nearing an end, our studies were in full-swing, finals were approaching and everyone was looking forward to the winter-break. As I was walking out to my car to head to campus one early evening to study, as the sun was setting, out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed her walking slowly from the columbian's apartment. I stopped, thought about turning toward her, but didn't want to look stupid, then she also stopped, looked, and as I looked back again our eyes met I could tell this could be the moment... she did too... we walked toward each other and talked.

Her relationship seemed over! We didn't really talk about it, but I skipped studying and we went out to eat. The next day, Friday, we danced at a great club virtually all night long, 1/3 buzzed, 1/3 soaked in sweat and 1/3 waiting to tear each other's clothes off. Love dancing close, that's all I'll say. I took her home at 4AM, kissed her goodnight, but could tell she wanted me to come inside. I brushed some hair from her face, looked at her intently and said let's continue this tomorrow, you may need your energy

So Saturday night, I came over with a bottle of vodka or something, we were going to go clubbing again (the type of place where you bring your own liquor), but when I got to the door and rang the doorbell and watched the door open... I almost dropped the bottle. She looked amazing. Better than most models and as much as Jessica Parker resembled her, Jessica would run home and cry if she had to compete with this woman. Funny thing was her name was also Sarah! (from Michigan, not Ohio)

She probably put hours into her dress, makeup, shoes selection, you name it. There I was in jeans, tight black t-shirt, black dress coat that I probably threw on in 5 minutes after a 10 minute shower and my long blonde surfer hair. But it soon became clear the dancing would not be at the club but inside her apartment. As she grabbed my hand and gently pulled me inside, I could see candles lit, dim interior and hear some good music playing. All I can say is that we danced for a while downstairs and then upstairs for a longer time

We proceeded to date for several months after that week. She was absolutely awesome and those were memories that will last for the rest of my days. As for my roomate, well, that Sunday I came back rather late. They wondered where I had been, I casually replied "...with porsche-woman." The next sound I heard were envious jaws dropping and teeth shattering. Clearly they didn't believe me, but couldn't explain the undeniable look of extreme satisfaction. Of course, there was no remaining doubt when I brought her to a party at a friend's house the following weekend (she was holding my arm as we walked in). The looks were priceless... and so was she!