I occasionally partake in “leaning.” Although I don’t make it myself, lean is one of my favorite recreational medicines. One semester, I noticed I had a class with this uber stylish asshole, Francoise.
SN:While I don’t like to discriminate, in my PERSONAL experiences, I tend to clash with northern men
He was from Washington, DC and he has his own clothing line. in a nutshell, HE HAS STYLE!!! I never knew that he ever saw that I existed. He sat in the back of the classroom, and I in the front. We both missed this particular class quite frequently; and therefore, we rarely came into contact. However, on those rare days that we were both actually present in our class, we hadn’t had the opportunity to converse. So, you could imagine my surprise when he defended during a misunderstanding I had with our professor one day.
After the awkwardness of that day passed, he walked me to my car. We chatted a bit and he told me that he likes my style (you know you give a girl like me a compliment on her style and you now have and “in”). But, a discerning tidbit is that he kept asking me numerous times if I used to be bigger; and, he continually asked me if I had stretchmarks (I found this to be very weird, and extremely uncomfortable). Not too long into our journey from the classroom, he offered me some dirty sprite (lean) and I happily obliged. He then proceeded to tell me that he sells lean by the bottle…..which I thought was SO awesome! We got to my car and then we exchanged numbers.
A few days later, Francoise approached me for a ride in exchange for some chronic. I agreed and the mission was to take him to go fill some scripts for his lean. We smoked on the way to complete his errands. I was in-between classes and had to be back on campus for my night class. He invited me over to his dorm after my class and I told him that I would see him later. However, I didn’t keep my word on that. Later in the week, he invited me over again after our afternoon class, I agreed and followed him to his dorm. We smoked a blunt and chit chatted. Then, every so expectantly, he started making his moves on me. At the time, I was in-fact very seriously celibate. I was at a standstill with Cali; and, I wan’t sure where our relationship was or if there was even a sort of relationship at all. Also, I don’t even know this guy worth anything. Francoise kept asking me why I was celibate and every time I explain it to him, he sucked his teeth in an irritated fashion, it was like he was surprised I declined and as though he had never been rejected before. We were mid-blunt when he put on porn and started feeling around my wait area. I simply looked at him, rolled my eyes, and reiterated to him that I am not sexually active at the moment. He got a flash of anger in his face and quite assertively replied, “Alright then, you can get out”. I stood right up like a robot and waled over to the door as he escorted me.
Suddenly, I heard the door SLAM directly behind me, I’m not even sure if my ass was even completely out of the doorway! I was definitely like “wowwwwwww.” To top everything off, it was my first cameo in the dorms and I had NO clue hoe to get around. My afternoon walk-of-shame ended up lasting close to an hour, UGH!!! Ok, so then, I FINALLY find my way to the exit when I see that as a security measure, the only way out is with some code!!!! So then, I had to stand there at the door until someone that lives there came to my aid; that took another 15 minutes to happen. After standing in the summer heat and ashamed of the situation, a group of girls came to the door and punched in their code. I hauled ass out of there and never talked to Francoise again; until, the semester after that one, he spotted me on campus, grabbed my ass from behind, and said, “Give me your number”. I turned around, smirked, said “hmph” turned back around, and kept it moving, with my new-found dignity in tote.
A Blakward Perspective... 