Johanna

Well this story takes a turn for the worse near the end, but here it goes!

I was in school and it was Gasparilla time. That meant two things; getting extremely hammered drunk and pirates. Both usual happen during Gasparilla, both are things I try to accomplish by the days end. I liked dressing up and getting wasted. it was fun since everyone else around me was usually doing the same thing.

This was a few years back. I want to say it was around 2007. I was in school and in particular I was in this public speaking class. There I met a girl, as I usually do. I could tell she liked me. I can always tell when someone likes me, I was good at doing that. It was the steps afterwards that I seemed to stumble on.

Regardless, this girl was called Johanna. She was a younger white girl, but she seemed nice enough. Nice or naive, or maybe she was both. I could identify with those traits. The two of us started talking real early in the semester. She even started buying me food and taking me to the mall to buy clothes which she had store cards to purchase with. Honestly I did not find this girl too attractive, but I enjoyed her company enough.

Gasparilla loomed around the corner and Johanna showed interest. I was already planning on going, so I thought we should meet up. It seemed innocent enough. I had the vibes that she liked me, but again this girl did not really seem to know what she wanted. She liked me, but she was hesitant at the same time. I guess she had gone through her own harsh relationships in her time. Either way Gasparilla was a go, and we planned to meet up.

The day turned out just as I thought it would. I went to Gasparilla with one group of friends, lost them, and then found an entirely new group of friends from out of town and just tagged along with them for the rest of the day. My friends from Gainesville wanted to see what Gasparilla was all about, so while I was looking for them I lost track of my starting group and just managed to wander around with them instead. It was not that big of a deal. You get lost in Gasparilla all the time. At least I do. There is a sea of people pushing and shoving, it's bound to happen eventually if you take your eyes away from familiar faces or if you are drunk, or even if you stop to use the bathroom.

So there I was walking around with my friends Colin and James from G-ville and Johanna calls me. We rendezvous near the bridge and walked around all together. She was with one of her friends who had one of those looks in her eye every time she looked at me. I shrugged it off, particularly because of the booze, but also because I was starting to become less interested in Johanna. She seemed more interested in my friends then me, which kind of soured my mood. Still, I drank my worries away like I used to do. We even made some money off selling some beers to wandering drunks. It was a fun time.

The parade ended, and the five of us were all pretty intoxicated. Johanna's friend worked at some hotel and told us she could get us some free food if we went with her. Who were we to refuse such a gracious offer? So we went, and boy what happens next is when things start to get a little awkward.

We are sitting down at this restaurant in the hotel. Johanna sits across from me, next to James. I'm sitting in the middle of Colin and Johanna's friend. She was super horny, or so it seemed because she kept rubbing my junk under the table. I tried to stop her without making a scene, but it was not working. I was fidgeting and moving around feeling a little uncomfortable. She would stop, try to act nonchalant about it and then start doing it again after a short pause. it got to the point where she was pretty blatant about it. I pointed it out to my friend Colin, and he couldn't help but laugh at the situation. That was only the beginning.

After we ate, we went back to this girl's house. She had an apartment somewhere in south Tampa, but I could not tell you where since I was still pretty drunk. Plus I was starting to get a nasty headache. Gasparilla starts around nine in the morning. It was easily seven at night right now, so I could have been receiving an early hangover. Either way when we got to this girl's place, everyone kept drinking, but my head was pounding. I mentioned it to her and she quickly gave me something for my head.

Now in retrospect, perhaps I should have looked at what exactly she was giving me, but I was too woozy to care and my head hurt too much to think too hard about the situation. After awhile I got sleepy, and I was escorted to a bedroom where I promptly passed out.

I am not sure how long I was gone, but I do know how I woke up. I was lying in the bed with my eyes closed when I felt something grabbing at my lip. When I opened my eyes I saw the girl (whose name escapes me to this day!), fully naked, on top of me, and softly biting at my lower lip. This was certainly new. I tried to get her off of me, but I was drained of energy. You can only struggle so much when a naked girl is on top of you.

Afterwards I ran out of the room with a sense of panic entering me thoughts. Both of my friends were asleep in another room. I guess they slept through it all. I ran outside and called my friend Gonzalo. I was panicking. He told em to calm down and call him if I was in some real trouble.

Which...I guess I was not in. The night ended with all of us going to some house party and me ignoring that girl for the rest of the night. I never saw her again.

Johanna seemed less interested in me after that night and I was just as uninterested as her. I guess that's the way the world works.