IUB Graduation Ball, and C's Stalker

It's good to be back at IUB after a year's gap, and it was really great to meet up with friends of mine who have gone through so much with me in that year of academic hell.

Most interestingly, I met up with C. a number of times through the night. C is Latin American, but of Spanish descent so he has very pale skin and sharp features. Add the fact that he's about 6 feet 4, muscular, has a charming smile and a sense of humour that almost everyone finds attractive, and he's a pretty deadly lady-killer. In his suit, he was looking very suave.

We spoke about E., his old girlfriend who dumped him (quite suddenly last year), about renewable energy, about jobs etc. He was telling me what happened at the End of Year PArty a few days before the Ball, about how the girl he hooked up with "jumped on me, man!" Apparently she is some Romanian girl, a first-year at IUB.

"I was like ( C. looks down and shakes his head unbelievably) like, I don't know, man, do I have that kind of effect on women?
(C.'s eyes grow a lot bigger and he has his huge cheeky grin)
"She was all over me, man!"

And he told me, they hooked up the second night at the pub, but "it's just something at the spur of the moment". He still misses E., but something tells me this recent affair helped a little to get his mind off his feelings for E.


And RIGHT then, this short African girl with braided hair came up to us, blinked peculiarly (you know how some people blink while their eyes are looking up, so they look like a possessed voodoo victim? Yeah, that kind of blinking), looked at me and said, "IS it ok if I steal him from you for a while?"

And I said, "sure"

C. looked at her and said, "Hey, is it ok if I say goodbye to him first? We're probably not going to meet for the rest of our lives, so I really want to tell him something."

She: "Erm, okay"

C. gives me a hug, resting his ENTIRE weight on me, causing me to stumble backwards a bit, and he whispers with increasing urgency into my ear "Dude.... get me away from her man... dude, save me from her man.... DUDE, SAVE ME..... (half crying half laughing sound a la C., who always laughs the desperate laugh of a man about to die) GET ME AWAY FROM HERE....!!!"

Me: "Why, is she nuts?"

C.: "Dude, she's f--king nuts man!! Let's get out of here"

So we went shoulder-and-shoulder out of the room we were in, out, and out again, and he proceeded to tell me "dude, she is f--king nuts, she ALWAYS wants to talk to me in private, she goes everywhere I go, and the first time we talked, I was just like, 'hi, how are you?' that kind of shit. And she FLASHED me her F--KING PANTIES, MAN, and I was like 'WHOA, WHAT THE F--K, MAN!! URGH, SEE NO EVIL, GO AWAY!!!!' And ever since then, she has been... ('stalking?', I prompted), yeah, STALKING me on campus!!""

Hopefully in the end, he didn't see her.

Which reminds me, I ought to check whether he was visually assaulted by the sight of her underwear again.