So, I sandwiched my self in between her section of the cafeteria. And I saw her everday. She wore this one white bodysuit and some tight form fitting jeans (thin early 90s style). Man, she'd drive me crazy when she wore that.
Anyway, I sat a few tables from her in the cafeteria and about two rows in front of her in psych class. I was waiting for my moment to strike up a conversation. ANd then it happened. For some reason, the PR contingent of girls in the cafeteria were looking at a Playgirl magazine. They were laughing and having fun with it and this was my moment to pounce.
I walked over to this group of girls and said,"Oh, I thought you had March '91...that's the issue I'm in". And that was the ice breaker. From then on out, I had Latina friends at the university. It's amazing. Those girls were in a little clique of Puerto Ricans. Some of the basketball players moved in the circle. But, from then on out, I was their "token" white friend.
Now, I never hooked up with Altagracia at the university. She was this obsession. She was dating some 18 year old punk (I think she was 22 or 23) and he knew EXACTLY what my angle was. Guy really disliked me, played along with the crowd of "Gavy being so cool, Gavy being so funny" just to save face, but deep down he hated me. One day, he called me out on it. "Yeah, I know you're trying to get my girl" or something to that effect. I denied it. But he knew.
Now befriending this group really made my status in the cafeteria explode. For some reason, everyone took a liking to me and my 3 or 4 friends. We were at one point some of the most popular people in the school. No joke. Where I sat became a hanging point for a lot of girls. Like I wrote, I hadn't hooked up with Altagracia, but me and my friends got a lot of residual pussy. Our status at school and the bars across the way knew no bounds. And I don't know why that happened. A lilly white kid from the South Shore of LI, two guys from Queens Village and a kid from Elmhurst. The four most popular kids on campus for 3 semesters. Go figure.
Well, my love/obsession for Altagracia grew and grew and even some of the professors took note. One went out his way to hook me up. Crazy...I know. Years later, I found out that the other tried hitting on her himself.
So, I beome popular, she was still dating this thug and we graduate. Fast forward a couple of years and she calls me out of the blue. I am dating this uber-hot girl from Portugal, Lolita (LOL, real name). And Altagracia calls me. It was something I just had to do. And we went out in Manhattan a few times. We went to Gonzalez y Gonzalez, The Bank and other clubs in that area. And then, on the night the Yankees won the World Series in '96, I wound up hooking up with Altagracia at Nell's. We took our makeout session from there to some hip dive bar down there. We wound up in the bathroom of this bar and we are getting all hot and heavy. She unbuttoned my pants and started giving me head. And then, out of the blue, a BANG-BANG-BANG on the bathroom door! It's her fucking 4'10" fat white friend. She was the typical fat, ugly friend that hot girls with low self esteem have (you know, to make them feel better). Well, this girl had been hanging with us from time to time and I suspected that she liked me. Well, leave it to her to ruin the moment.
Altagracia left the bathroom, the fat friend told me that she was just going to hurt me (who cares, she was sucking my dick!) and that was one of the last times I saw her. Wow. Sad. The next time or two we talked, she was aloof. I heard she got a tattoo that read "Silent Pain". Whatever.
Sad story? Nope. I wound up talking to her little sister. She was 18 at the time and I was 23. She would take the train into Jackson Heights and we'd spend a lot of time together. Man, the little sister was hotter than Altagracia. She was the first one to help me set up and ****** account. She was at my apartment a lot. And we made out a lot. But I was such a little homo back then, I didn't want to ruin any chances I had with Altagracia. Well, Altagracia caught wind of what was going on. Callled me up and screamed at me. Telling me that her sister was a "baby" and that I was "sick". And that was the end of my relationship with her.
I ran into the little sister a few years later. She was dating one of th PR guys from that group. Solid guy. I was with this hottie that I met dancing at Ilda's and then worked for Delgado Travel. Hmmm...that was years ago. It seems like a lifetime.
And here I am in 2008. Dating an emotionally distant girl that I think I hate more than love. Life really is crazy sometimes...
Gavy