Weekend 1 - BOLC
“I’ve been texting her non-stop this whole time,” Beyrle, the tall Michigonian with a bone dry wit croned, “We’ve been joking around. You say she's away in St.Louis with family problems?”
Somehow I, the Irishman, managed to be the designated driver. It pissed me off. A lot.
First weekend of our Basic Officer Leadership Course and We reverted to the same patterns we had in college and descended on the local bars. Surprise, there were no females worth noting around in central Missouri. Beyrle sat in the passenger seat while two more drunk idiots decided that shouting was the only effective means of communication in a tiny car.
The girl in question was a female lieutenant. She had already been rated. This one was the hottest. She also had a personality. The dogpile, from day one, was deep.The worst part was that she knew that we knew.
With the way people talk, it seemed as though I was the only one not getting anything. This was all rediculous, but it came to mind. The worst part was it was all a result of being responsible.
No, correction, the worst part was hearing Lieutenant Moss shout how much he loves his girlfriend: a dancer who going to school in New Orleans, twelve hundred miles away from where we are now, and eighteen hundred miles away from where he lives.
“I gave up all that other hot pussy out there for one hot pussy. It sucks, but I do it.”
“Yeah man. That’s cool.”
“No, seriously. I did. I fuckin’ love her. If I get deployed, I’m going to get married to her.”
“That’s great,” I would add negligibly.
All night, the Southern Boys were talking about how many hot women went to their colleges and how they got boatloads of sex every day of the week, like women were just ripe fruits that dropped from trees. They felt like they had to impress California and New York.
“I know how many people I’ve slept with. I don’t need to tell anyone about it,” I said slightly.
“Yeah. Me too. I mean, my number is too high really. It’s embarrassing.”
I rolled my eyes.
Lieutenant Moss would follow me back to my room like a lost puppy. He wanted to talk to me about his beautiful girlfriend that was way too hot for him. I kept thinking about the two other lieutenants who I knew had snuck off to get themselves some. I couldn’t help but think that someone was fucking any girl I could possibly want while I was doing drunk detail.
I sighed as I approached the gate with a car full of drunks.
“Get your ID’s out, assholes, and shut the fuck up.”
Somehow I, the Irishman, managed to be the designated driver. It pissed me off. A lot.
First weekend of our Basic Officer Leadership Course and We reverted to the same patterns we had in college and descended on the local bars. Surprise, there were no females worth noting around in central Missouri. Beyrle sat in the passenger seat while two more drunk idiots decided that shouting was the only effective means of communication in a tiny car.
The girl in question was a female lieutenant. She had already been rated. This one was the hottest. She also had a personality. The dogpile, from day one, was deep.The worst part was that she knew that we knew.
With the way people talk, it seemed as though I was the only one not getting anything. This was all rediculous, but it came to mind. The worst part was it was all a result of being responsible.
No, correction, the worst part was hearing Lieutenant Moss shout how much he loves his girlfriend: a dancer who going to school in New Orleans, twelve hundred miles away from where we are now, and eighteen hundred miles away from where he lives.
“I gave up all that other hot pussy out there for one hot pussy. It sucks, but I do it.”
“Yeah man. That’s cool.”
“No, seriously. I did. I fuckin’ love her. If I get deployed, I’m going to get married to her.”
“That’s great,” I would add negligibly.
All night, the Southern Boys were talking about how many hot women went to their colleges and how they got boatloads of sex every day of the week, like women were just ripe fruits that dropped from trees. They felt like they had to impress California and New York.
“I know how many people I’ve slept with. I don’t need to tell anyone about it,” I said slightly.
“Yeah. Me too. I mean, my number is too high really. It’s embarrassing.”
I rolled my eyes.
Lieutenant Moss would follow me back to my room like a lost puppy. He wanted to talk to me about his beautiful girlfriend that was way too hot for him. I kept thinking about the two other lieutenants who I knew had snuck off to get themselves some. I couldn’t help but think that someone was fucking any girl I could possibly want while I was doing drunk detail.
I sighed as I approached the gate with a car full of drunks.
“Get your ID’s out, assholes, and shut the fuck up.”