Hooters Chick

Honestly, I can not for the life of me remember this girl's name! I will refer to this entry as HC for short.

So this HC chick was a friend of my cousin Isabel. When the two of us were going to the same college we started hanging out. Naturally, being single, this meant the opportunity for me to try my luck with all of her friends. I met HC when my cousin met up with me at the Hyde Park Cafe one night. We did not hit it off or anything, but through my cousin's influence i got the girl's number and we started hanging out.

Lucky (or unlucky I suppose) for me she had a lot of friends attending the University of Tampa. I got to experience the UT version of dorm parties while I was hanging out with this chick. Honestly, she was not the cutest girl on the block, but she had huge knockers, and she seemed interested in me. I figured I might as well give it a shot.

We started hanging out a lot. She was a college chick that loved to party and drink a lot, at the time that was right up my alley so we clicked for the time being. She was the first girl I ever kissed that had a tongue ring, so that was an interesting experience. The girl had a lot of single friends so before long, I had my whole crew there with me to see if anyone else would get some action.

Halloween came and a friend of mine was throwing a Home Depot costume party. Of course I was going, but I needed a date. HC was the obvious choice, because at the time she was the only girl who was answering my calls. Though even she was talking to me less, so as usual, I expected the worst.

As I picked her up I could tell something was up. She was acting weird, so I assumed she was talking to someone else. It was okay with me, my emotions were never tied to this girl so all I wanted out of her was someone who would rive my drunk ass home. Oh she dressed up like a girl who worked for Hooters, hence the name. I was a ghostbuster if anyone cares.

The party was tons of fun. Most everyone from work was dressed up in goofy costumes and having a great time. James, the person throwing the party was a great host and had tons of beer and food for everyone. His house was real nice too. I got to play some pool, do some crazy shots, danced and even wrestled my friend Pat for a little. By the end of the party I was wrecked, and so was my date, but that did not stop her from driving us home.

The drive home was scary, I will not lie. Not only was HC was driving real bad, but she told me that she was seeing someone else. So, that was the end of us. She was also swerving and speeding and looking like a drunken driver, which she was. The cops must have noticed too because they pulled her over in a vacant Publix parking lot.

Oh boy I thought to myself. This was going to be the second time I was driving with a girl and she was going to get a DUI, except that never happened. The cop pulled her over, saw that she was drunk and then called one of his friends over. Another cop showed up, told HC to get out of the car. Now, I want you to remember that she was dressed up like a Hooters girl so her boobies were all mashed up, and she was wearing those tight orange short shorts. It seemed as though the cops were just admiring her outfit, because after awhile they told me to call a friend to pick us up. We waited for the cops to leave and then she drove us home.

Can you believe that? If I was alone that would have been a DUI for sure. The cops got their sneak peak at some huge hooters and then went n their way. I guess being a girl has its perks every now and then.