Cat

Short for Catherine, or something.

These were my college days when I would travel around more frequently. This story takes place in the cities of Tallahassee, Orlando, Sarasota, and of course Tampa.

Cat was a friend of a friend of a friend who I became acquainted with because I was big into anime at the time. She was also into anime, but made me like like a choir boy when it came to the subject. Then again, I am glad I never got that addicted into that genre. The people are wierd. Anyways, we all were animaniacs and my group of friends would go to these anime conventions and stroll around the centers and mock the people in costumes or we would stalk some of the nicer eye candy at the shows. There were good costumes and then there were not so good costumes.

Cat was one of the girls that came along with us to these anime conventions. Actually she was usually working the cons at one of the shopping booths. I can not believe we did not get any special discounts from her. For a long time the two of us were friends, but every now and then she would throw a flirt my way or hint at some weird sexual innuendo. I could never read her. Still, I never pursued her. For one, she lived all the way in Tallahassee at the time, and the other is that she was in a relationship for a long time.

Still whenever I would visit, she would have some sort of flirtatious conversation with me every time I would visit. She was not really my type, but I usually played along. It was only words anyways. She soon became single, but even then I never really took the initiative with her. She was too far away and I was (and still am) lazy.

I do not remember how it came to be, but one time while I was visiting my friend AJ, the flirting became blatantly obvious. This girl just always seemed like a natural flirt, but even so, it was kinda obvious she was hinting at something more this time around. My friends assured me that was just how she talked with guys, but i was not buying it. I was getting a vibe from her this time around and I was not getting anywhere with any of my other attempts anyways. I somehow found out she would be in Sarasota for the summer and that is where the story heads to next.

Sarasota has soem nice beaches. Cat invited me to go visit her because she was planning a trip to one of those beaches. I did not have anything better to do, so I decided to take her up on her offer. Who knows, maybe she was looking for a booty call or something. Lord knows I could have used that pick-me-up.

The day before I was hanging out with my good friend Andy. I told him about it, and since Cat told me she would be going to the beach with one of her friends, I invited Andy to tag along too. He gleefully accepted. We spent the night before getting hammered drunk at one of Andy's friends houses in Spring Hill. I remember because we woke up rediculously early the next day still feeling the effects of the alcohol. The two fo us were passed out on the floor of whoevers house we were partying at. At the time, seconds thoughts of driving all the way to Sarasota started surfacing in my head, but somehow or another we both decided to go over and see what came of the day.

The drive was one long headache. The trip was one huge waste. The beach was fun, but right from the get go I could tell Cat was being distant. She eventually told me that she was seeign soem guy at the time. My time was wasted, my trip was pointless. Still me and Andy made the best of the situation. We did what any duo would do when we had no shot with the women, we got to drinking! The best way to get over a hangover is to drown it with even more beer. It sounds crazy, but it works.

We got our share of booze in our system and then we made some fake ass excuse to leave as soon as we could. Cat wanted all of us to go to the movies later, but we never made it. We were half way back to Tampa by the time she turned around. I know when to cut my losses short.