[Memories] Hickies and Hawai'i
I was a student in college around 2002, and I was attending my very first Market Days in Chicago. The event had become a no-go for me for a few years in a row and I was insistent upon finally going, and sure enough, I was staying with my friends Jay and Devin that weekend.
A group of us went out to a local Boystown bar and I immediately noticed the doorman -- thick hands, hugely muscled, rough and tumble, hot. I start talking and flirting, and to my absolute amazement, he flirted back. How can this thick hot man be flirting back with ME? As we started to leave, he told me, "Look, the bar closes at two. Meet me here, and we can go back to my place."
Sure enough, right at two I left Devin and Jay's apartment and walked over to the bar, and there he was, just getting out of work. We hugged, and he smiled at me. I was so excited I remember actually trembling with anticipation. He hailed a cab and within minutes, we were at his apartment. The moment we got upstairs, our lips locked. Lust consumed me as any sense of surroundings blurred around me...
And that's when I felt the teeth. He was eating my neck. Not nibbling -- GRINDING his teeth into my skin. I yelled in pain, but I couldn't get him off me. After a minute or two he finally let go, and I fell back a few steps, clenching his apparent chew-toy. "AAAAAAAAH!!! What the fuck?!?!"
"I'm sorry," he responded, himself trembling, "I'm really excited."
And this, gentle reader, is where I learned what "tweaking" meant, as my lust blinded me to the signs of someone on crystal meth -- not that I knew what the signs even were at the time. The doorman then pulled powder out of his bureau, poured it on top, lined it up, snorted it, and offered me some.
"Oh, no, I ... I really shouldn't."
He insisted and then pulled a myriad of other substances out of the drawer, and I remember being especially uncomfortable when he pulled a syringe out and told me I "inject it into the corner of your eye!"
I made up an excuse to leave, and came back to Devin and Jay's apartment while everyone was still asleep. I looked in the mirror and saw the giant wound on my neck -- a wound that resembled a topographical map of Hawai'i. You better believe they all had fun making fun of me about it the rest of the weekend. We went to a local restaurant and even the WAITRESS made fun of me. "Oh honey," she said, "if you can't pay then don't play!!"
Once I got back, I had even more fun at my old job since a new store director started that SAME DAY I got back, and he had to have wondered why I had a turtleneck on in August. One of my coworkers commented, "Hell, if he DOES see it he might not even think it's a hickey. It looks more like the flesh eating virus!"
A group of us went out to a local Boystown bar and I immediately noticed the doorman -- thick hands, hugely muscled, rough and tumble, hot. I start talking and flirting, and to my absolute amazement, he flirted back. How can this thick hot man be flirting back with ME? As we started to leave, he told me, "Look, the bar closes at two. Meet me here, and we can go back to my place."
Sure enough, right at two I left Devin and Jay's apartment and walked over to the bar, and there he was, just getting out of work. We hugged, and he smiled at me. I was so excited I remember actually trembling with anticipation. He hailed a cab and within minutes, we were at his apartment. The moment we got upstairs, our lips locked. Lust consumed me as any sense of surroundings blurred around me...
And that's when I felt the teeth. He was eating my neck. Not nibbling -- GRINDING his teeth into my skin. I yelled in pain, but I couldn't get him off me. After a minute or two he finally let go, and I fell back a few steps, clenching his apparent chew-toy. "AAAAAAAAH!!! What the fuck?!?!"
"I'm sorry," he responded, himself trembling, "I'm really excited."
And this, gentle reader, is where I learned what "tweaking" meant, as my lust blinded me to the signs of someone on crystal meth -- not that I knew what the signs even were at the time. The doorman then pulled powder out of his bureau, poured it on top, lined it up, snorted it, and offered me some.
"Oh, no, I ... I really shouldn't."
He insisted and then pulled a myriad of other substances out of the drawer, and I remember being especially uncomfortable when he pulled a syringe out and told me I "inject it into the corner of your eye!"
I made up an excuse to leave, and came back to Devin and Jay's apartment while everyone was still asleep. I looked in the mirror and saw the giant wound on my neck -- a wound that resembled a topographical map of Hawai'i. You better believe they all had fun making fun of me about it the rest of the weekend. We went to a local restaurant and even the WAITRESS made fun of me. "Oh honey," she said, "if you can't pay then don't play!!"
Once I got back, I had even more fun at my old job since a new store director started that SAME DAY I got back, and he had to have wondered why I had a turtleneck on in August. One of my coworkers commented, "Hell, if he DOES see it he might not even think it's a hickey. It looks more like the flesh eating virus!"