V might be considered one of the early unintelligentsia. I met her when I was in college in Hilo.
This girl was a major firecracker.
Not only was she really good looking, but she was also funny, and had
great self esteem. She did what she felt like doing and if people
didn't like it, too bad. I don't recall her ever saying anything
negative about another person other than those who tried to make fun of
her. Instead of getting you to laugh at people, she made you laugh with
her. This made her immensely likable, and we used to look forward to
her visits.
She loved acting. I guess it comes naturally when
one is an extrovert. However, she really did enjoy it. She used to try
and get us to go watch her in various plays, but since we were "above"
going to plays, I never did get to see her act. I kick myself now.
Now because she loved acting, she loved being on film. One day she came over and we did an impromptu photo shoot. My roommate put her in various wrestling holds while I snapped off a few shots. It's frikking hilarious when your 6 foot tall roommate has a 5 foot tall girl in a headlock or in a suplex.
And the girl played along and loved it. Unfortunately I don't have
those pictures anymore. They were stored on 3.5" floppy disks. Remember
those?
V was also generous with her things. She once let my roommate her car for a day. It was an older Nissan Sentra
(but it wasn't old back then), filled with the requisite items of the
typical female car. She had two pairs of shoes, several shirts, a
couple of shorts, and an odd number of socks. My memory is fuzzy, but I
think I remember something like panties or bikinis.
So my roomie left for the day. V came over in the evening, and my roomie returned. V went outside to get in her car...
"How did my four door become a two door?"
My roommate was the stereotypical clueless surfer dude. He just hopped in the first Sentra
that looked like V's car and drove off. The weird thing was that the
key actually worked! They returned the car to a bewildered parking lot
wanderer.
Like some other unintelligentsia, V would take breaks
from hair removal duties. She too would allow her legs to grow a fine
coat. Even worse, V would take it one step further. Not only would she
show her prickly legs to us, but she would insist, nay force, us to
touch them. Touch them we did. We were forced into running our hands
across her stubbled shins and calves. It was an experience on the order
of a car wreck. We knew it was bad and disgusting, but we could not
stop from getting more.
Now V wasn't just all humor and
acting. She could give a guy a major case of blue-balls if she wanted.
Like the time she came to visit wearing some loose fitting soccer
shorts. She sprawled out on the couch and discussed her underwear
habits. Mainly, how she rarely wore them. Those satineque shorts
revealed a lot, but not enough. I'm sure it was obvious where our eyes
were, but V didn't care. That's just how she was. She knew college guys
want to look, and she just saw it as a fact of life. Not a huge
production for her.
And don't get me started on AOL. AOL used to be the number one internet
craze at the time. I had an account, and V wanted to try out the chat.
Of course, with V, nothing was normal. Imagine being a college male
with a hot female seated right next to you. Now imagine the female is
online describing her fellatio techniques. Yeah, you get the picture.
But even V sometimes needed help. There was one night when it was raining cats and dogs, which is normal for Hilo,
when she called asking for a ride. My roommate was either too drunk or
stoned to comprehend the message, so I hopped in my truck to go pick
her up. When I found her at the 7-11, she was soaked to the bone. She
had an argument with her boyfriend, and he kicked her out of his house.
She had to walk several blocks through the downpour to the payphone to
call for a ride. This was the era before the widespread use of
cellphones. I don't think she let the breakup set her back though. She
was back on her feet in a few days. She always had a tough personality.
I do thank Hilo for being cold enough to prevent any thoughts of sleeping in the nude. On more than one occasion,
V burst into my room before noon to wake me up. What was a surprising
and funny situation could have easily become a source embarrassment. I wasn't used to locking my room door when the house doors were locked.
So V, thanks for being one hell of an entertaining human being. You made some otherwise boring college days a bit more fun.
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