WomanholicA Story by C-TrainerA guys perspective of a love story.
Womanholic by Craig
Trainer
I don’t know what it is about a woman that drives me so crazy. That’s
crazy in a good way, well in my mind anyway. I guess if you asked some of
them, they would say that I’m just another perverted creeper. You know, a
man-hater’s stereotyped vision of a male. It’s not like that though, I
love women. I don’t know how else to say it, if there were meetings for
liking women too much, I’d be the first to stand up and say, “I’m Bobby
Phaulson, and I’m a womanholic.
I’m the only male in my family. My pops split before I could make a memory
of him. He raised my three sisters, and made it through the hard part with
me, but then he just split. I don’t understand it, and my mom and sisters
don’t have any answers for me, it’s not like I’m eight anymore, I’m twenty-two,
I can handle the truth. Jenna used to tell me he left because I would pee
on him every time he changed my diaper, and wouldn’t do it to anyone
else. It always made me laugh, s**t, I still laugh when she says it to me.
All of my sisters, Jenna, Katie, and Ashley, are older than me, which I guess
is the reason why they still “look out” for me. Jenna is twenty-four, and
she and I are very close; she is my best friend, as corny as that may sound. She
is a beautiful woman, inside and out. I keep telling her that she should
do some sort of modeling, or something along those lines. She has the type
of hair that she can do absolutely anything with, and still has it look
good. Jenna has the weirdest colored eyes too, green with a yellowish
tint, which she says are her favorite feature. She is also intelligent,
she didn’t want to be the cute dumb girl growing up, so she studied real hard
in school and got good grades.
Caitlynn is my middle sister, but we all call her Katie because she hates they
way her name is spelled. Katie is hands down the smartest person in our
family. She’s only a few months away from turning twenty-six, and is a
semester away from earning her Doctorate degree in behavioral
psychology. She wants to be a therapist for young people. I think she
chose to become a therapist because she didn’t have anyone that she could talk
to about dad leaving. She also helped Jenna and I with our problems, so
she has had some experience in helping youngsters. Katie isn’t like a
nerdy bookworm that reads textbooks all the time, s**t just comes naturally to
her. I find it fascinating how her mind works, and how she never lets a
problem get the best of her.
Then there’s Ashley. She is twenty-nine, married, and has a baby girl of
her own. Her husband, Derrick, was the only constant guy that was in our
house, other than me. They have been together since their junior year of
high school. Ashley has always been family oriented; when dad left, she
stepped into his role. I respect what she did for our mom and us, but I do
feel bad for her. She lost a lot of her youth helping mom raise
us. I’m glad she has Derrick; he keeps her sane, and grounded. Their
daughter, Hannah, looks exactly like both of them. Ashley seems so much
happier now that she has her own family to take care of, instead of her younger
siblings.
And then, there’s my mother. She
scares me to be completely honest with you. Every time she sees me, she
has a look of disappointment. I can only theorize that it is because she
sees my father in me, but how the hell am I supposed to know if I’m acting like
him, I don’t know the guy. The last six months have been the worst, she is
never happy, yells at me for everything, and saying she wants me to move
out. I feel terribly for her, I don’t know what it’s like to have your
significant other walk out on you and your family. She is my mother and I
love her, and I wish that there was some way that I could help make her situation
better. But I would rather not be
at home to deal with her.
Jenna knows that my mom wants me out of the house, so she has had me stay with
her for the last couple of weeks. She wants me to move in with her, but
I’m not making enough money to help her pay the bills, even though she doesn’t
want any from me. I feel like I’m inconveniencing her by staying there,
but that’s a whole different story. Tonight is one of Jenna’s friends
birthday, and she is dragging me along for the ride. I’m not sure why she
wants me to go; we don’t have that many friends in common. I really don’t
want to go, but I don’t have a choice.
“Come on Bobby, Let’s go,” Jenna yelled down the hallway.
“I’m coming, damn.” Women, ha… they are always either in a rush or
late for everything. “Jenna?” “What?” “Whose birthday is it, you
never told me?” There was a little bit of hesitation before she
cleared her throat to answer me. That means she is a little bit nervous
about me finding out.
“Um, it’s Alisha’s birthday.” Oh s**t, is she crazy? Alisha was the first
girl that I fell in love with.
“Jenny!” She hates when I call her that, “you’re killin’ me.” *** Six years ago I met
Alisha. I was skipping school and was searching the Internet for people to
talk to, when I stumbled across her. I sent her a message, which she
quickly responded to. Before either of us knew it, we had been chatting
for over three hours. Alisha lived two towns over and was a cheerleader at
her school. I put together a mental image of what I thought she looked
like, which got even better when I heard her voice. Wow. Her voice was
like a siren, and captured my soul at “Hello.” She had left me a voicemail
and I must have listened to it sixty times in my room. To this day, I
can’t get over how beautiful a voice she has. The first day we met face to
face was a great day. Ashley gave me a ride to her house, while I
rehearsed our greeting in my head.
I was a little nervous to meet her because we still didn’t know what the
other person looked like. What if she thought I was an uggo, and didn’t
let me in, or was actually a sixty-year-old man who was a rapist? Those
thoughts all vanished when she opened the door and we made eye contact. “It’s a pleasure to finally
meet you Alisha,” oh way to go, that’s the best you could come up with?
Idiot. “It’s nice to finally meet
you too,” she said then gave me a hearty hug. I turned to close the door
and saw that Ashley had a big, goofy grin on her face because she could tell I
was already smitten by this girl. I’ll never forget that day. I
usually can’t make one good impression, let alone make a good one to an entire
family. Amazingly, Alisha’s whole family liked me. I had everything
going for me on that day, and managed not to make myself look like an idiot by
saying something stupid, for once. For the last hour and a half I was at
her house, she laid in my arms, head on my legs, staring up at me, and me into
her beautiful blue eyes. “I could sit like this for
the rest of the night,” I said to her, and with a small chuckle I finished, “or
until one of us has to pee,” which she laughed at. “You know what Bobby?” “What’s that?” “I feel so relaxed with you,
and we have only really known each other for a few hours. I’m so glad that
we met.” She grabbed the back of my
head and pulled it down until our lips were touching. Her lips were so
soft and had a hint of cherry flavor from her lip-gloss. It was the
perfect kiss. *** “What? We became really
good friends, and had nothing to do with you,” Jenna said, which snapped me out
of my daze. “No, it’s because she was my
first love, and it ended pretty badly, and we haven’t spoken since.” “Well then, looks like you
two will have something to talk about, you know, when she can pull herself away
from all of her other friends to talk to you.” “Yeah, I guess you have a
point. I’m just a little bit nervous, that’s all.” Jenna laughed at me then hit
me with her purse, or handbag, whatever the hell it’s called, and then we left
for the party. The whole way there, my heart was beating extremely fast
and my hands were sweating while a chill crawled slowly crawled down my spine. This
is the most uncomfortable I have ever felt in my whole life, and the thing is
that I’m never nervous when I talk to women, I actually enjoy it. I’m
feeling similar to the day when I first met her, except this time, I have even
more to prove. Before I knew it, Jenna was pulling into the parking lot
and I began to tense up even more. “Hey psycho, calm down, it’s
just a girl,” Jenna said, “now let’s go and enjoy the night.” “Give me a minute Jen,
please. She isn’t ‘just a girl,’ its Alisha, and I can’t just go in there
cold, I care about here too much.” “Alright Bobby, but if you
bail, I’m dropping you off at moms tonight.” “Oh f**k that, I don’t care
if Alisha wanted to kill me, there is nothing that will make me stay at moms.” We both laughed, then Jenna
left me to my thoughts. The last time Alisha and I talked was three years
ago, and it wasn’t a very good conversation. We had recently broken up and
when we ran into each other, I guess the wound was still too fresh, because she
tore me a new one. She told me that she never wanted to speak to me again,
and I don’t want to repeat that incident or ruin her birthday. “Alright Bobby, man up, and
go in there,” I said to myself, then walked into the bar and tried to find the
party. There were a lot of good-looking women in there that I would
normally find myself talking to, but not tonight. I heard that sweet, angelic
voice off to my right. There she was, and was looking as good as
ever. She had on the dangly diamond earrings that I had bought for her
eighteenth birthday, and she had her hair done the way I liked it. She had
it half in a ponytail, while the rest lie on her shoulders. She looks so
happy right now, she always looks good when she’s happy. She’s cute when
she’s a little mad, but when she’s angry it’s a whole different story, and the
last time we spoke, she was angry. I noticed that not only had
Jenna drug me to this party, but also got Katie to show up too. Great, now
when I make an a*s out of myself, it will be in front of both of
them. What if Jenna set this whole thing up, and told Alisha that I was
going to be here? Like I wasn’t nervous enough, now I got my head all
messed up thinking a million miles a minute. Get a hold of
yourself. It’s Alisha; you love her, go talk to her. Finally, I started to make
my way to the table, but was interrupted. “Bobby…” I heard from
behind, “Bobby Phaulson, is that you?” I recognized the voice instantly;
it was Kayla, my tattooed princess. But I’m not here to see her, plus I’m
sure Jenna would get mad and drop me off at moms if she saw me talking to her
when she brought me her to talk to Alisha. I turned around slowly to say
hello, and before I could even speak, she knocked the wind out of me with a
gigantic hug. “Hello Kayla, how are you?” “I’m good, nothing to complain
about,” she said as she bit on her lip ring, and pulled it into her mouth
slightly. “That’s good, you look
great,” she really does, wow, “but I’m going to have to cut you off
short, I’m here with my sisters for a friend’s birthday.” “Oh…” she looked up at me
with her big brown eyes, and I could tell she was upset, “alright I guess I’ll
see you around.” “Hey, give me you new number,
and I will give you a call,” I said. This is probably a mistake, good job! She took my phone out of my
hand and programmed her number into it and made me promise to call her, and hit
me with another big hug. She turned to go back to the bar, and I admired
her body as she walked away, slowly and flirtatiously. She was sitting by
herself, I guess she is single again and looking for another Mr. Right
Now. Anyway, back to what I was here to do. I feel a bit more confident
after having that conversation with Kayla, so maybe this will go better than I
expected. As I approached the table, Jenna pointed me out, and Alisha
turned around, and we made eye contact. “Happy birthday
Alisha! It’s nice to see you, you look great,” I said, and felt good about
it! “Bobby Phaulson,” why the
hell do these girls always have to use my whole name when they see me? “Thank
you, and you don’t look bad yourself,” she said. This is going better than I
expec- … never mind, she turned around and continued her conversation like she
didn’t even miss a beat. She acted like I was unimportant, like the waiter
or bartender, no, not like them; they would get more out of her than one lowsy
sentence. I backed up from the table slowly so I didn’t look like an a*s
just standing there and having twelve girls just staring at me. As I was
backing away, Katie started to get up, but I gave her a little headshake to
tell her that I didn’t want her to. I found the bathroom and
splashed some cold water on my face; I mean what am I supposed to think? She’s
wearing the earrings that I bought her, but ended the conversation before it
even had a chance to start. She also didn’t completely ignore me, and
smiled when we made eye contact, but why so short? Did I screw up? Was I
supposed to pull up a chair and join in? I didn’t get any signs from Jenna
or Katie that would say that so I guess not. “Look at you, alone in the
bathroom, talking to yourself, acting like a crazy person. She’s wearing
the earrings, she still has feelings for you!” I said, to my reflection. *** It was about a month before
her birthday, and we were holding hands walking past outlet stores, when a sun
sparkle caught her eyes. We stopped in front of a Tiffany’s jewelry store,
so I already knew I was about to be broke. She was staring at a pair of
earrings. There were three diamonds dangling at different lengths from a
sliver band. “Aren’t they pretty,” she
asked. “Yeah they are pretty,
pretty expensive,” I said in a joking fashion. “You’re such a guy, you
can’t appreciate anything beautiful.” She had just set herself up
perfectly, so I took her and looked deeply into her blue eyes, “Baby, I
appreciate you, and you’re more beautiful than anything in this whole
store!” Nailed it! She shoved me and said,
“Bobby, God, you are so corny,” laughed a little bit, “but, I’m so lucky to
have you, I love you.” “I love you too!” I went back to that store a
week later to get those earrings, and I’m not going to even mention the price,
but she was worth it. When her birthday came up and I went to give her the
gift, she saw the box and immediately jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs
around me giving me a thousand kisses all over my face, and saying “I love you”
between each kiss. “Lish, baby, it’s just a
box. You don’t even know what is in there,” I said through her kisses. “Bobby, shut up! I know it’s
the earrings, I love you so much you are my everything,” she said, then
continued the kissing. *** I wish I could get her away
from the group so we could talk, maybe she just feels awkward talking to me in
front of her friends, especially on her birthday. I headed back to the
table, but when I left the bathroom, I noticed that they were no longer at the
table. How long was I in there? Maybe they went up to the
club, I’m sure Jenna wouldn’t leave me here. I sat at the bar, hoping a
drink would help to get my mind right. It’s risky to start drinking around
so many beautiful women, because like I said, I find reasons about any woman to
like, and if I’m going to strike out with Alisha, I might-as-well find someone
else I could potentially date. “I thought you were here
with your friends,” a voice from behind said. It was Kayla again. “I am, they all went
upstairs while I was using the restroom, and I wanted to do a shot before going
upstairs and showing the world how terrible of a dancer I am.” “How about a shot of Jose,
on me,” she offered. “On you?” “Oh, no, not on me on me,”
she said laughing, “unless you want to come back to my apartment. Then you
can take anything off me,” and bit her lip ring again. She knows from experience
that biting her piercing is a sort of turn on for me. I give her props
though; she goes after any and everything that she wants, no matter what the
cost. *** Kayla and I met at the
tattoo shop a little more than three years ago, about two months before Alisha
and I broke up. The first thing I noticed about her was how naturally
beautiful she was. She was sitting in the chair getting her left arm
tattooed, wearing a spaghetti strapped black tank top, and had light colored
torn jeans, and black flip-flops. She had a dark tan, small designer
glasses, and had her hair up in pig-tails, which I though was funny because I
hadn’t seen pig-tails on anyone besides a little girl. Her eyes matched
her body color, and had lips that looked inviting. They had some thickness
to them, not like those over juiced things on Angelia Jolie’s face, but just
right, and they looked like they belonged on her face. Her body, from what
I could see, was athletically built, but she had bigger than average
attributes. I could tell that this girl
liked being looked at, because as I was talking to Scotty, the guy who was
going to be doing my tattoo, she adjusted her tank top so that her cleavage
showed a little bit more than they were, and smiled when she caught me looking. The
look and smile, however, also caught the attention of her boyfriend, who
immediately came and got into my face. “You like what you lookin’
at?” He asked. “Sorry bro, I’m not into the
whole gay thing,” I answered back. The people in the shop gave
a little chuckle, which angered him more. “So you’re a wise a*s ain’t
‘cha?” He said as we stepped into my personal space. “Dude seriously, get out of
my face, who the f**k are you anyway?” I said, looking up at him. “I’m her boyfriend,” he
sprayed. I whipped the spit that he
had gotten on my face off, then looked past him and asked her, “is that
true?” She nodded and roller her eyes. “Are you a mechanic?” “A mechanic?” She said
puzzled. “Yeah, ‘cuz you’re walking
around with this tool, I figured you were a mechanic, or something,” then got
pushed across the room by the boyfriend. “Brett! Stop
it!” She yelled. He was taken outside by
Scotty, and was made to leave before the cops were called. He walked away,
giving me the finger, and mouthing that he was going to be waiting for me
later. “Classy,” I said, and gave
him thumbs up. “I’m
sorry about him, he thinks he’s a hard a*s,” she said, “I’m Kayla by the way.” I talked to her a little bit
while we were getting tattooed, and when she left she handed me a small piece
of paper that said “call me” underneath her number, and signed it with a wink
face by her name. A few days later I gave her a call, figured we could be
friends or something, since we both like tattoos. When she answered the
phone, she was crying, and sucked me into a conversation about what was wrong.
What I didn’t know was that Alisha had come in the house and was standing
behind me listening to the conversation, and when I said I would go hang out
with Kayla, Alisha smacked me in the back of the head. “What the hell do you think
you’re doing?” She yell-asked me. “It’s not what you think
Lish,” I answered. Probably not the best way to answer that. Good
luck getting out of this one. “I’m not trying to date her, I just want
to hang out, you’re going out, and I don’t want to be stuck in this house all
night listening to my mom b***h at me.” Did you really just say date
her, are you stupid? “Bullshit Bobby! You
don’t just go out with strangers when you’re in a committed relationship.” “Baby, haven’t we been together
long enough for you to trust me,” I said an walked toward her, “I love you
Alisha.” “Oh save it. I thought
we were long enough for you to realize that you don’t do s**t like this to
people you so-called love. I thought we were together long enough for me
to trust you, but I guess I was wrong. That’s it, I’m done, I’m not going
to go through this with you Bobby.” “Lish, please…” “I don’t want to hear it, I
don’t want to talk to you. Now or ever again!” She said crying and
slammed the door behind her. “Way to go Bobby, take right
after your father,” my mother chimed in. “Thanks mom, why don’t you
go drink some more, and mind your own Goddamn business!” I yelled back. “Get the f**k out of here
you arrogant little s**t. Why don’t you go find your a*****e father, and
you two can go around treating women like s**t all you want,” she screamed and
threw her glass of scotch at me. I walked out of her house,
and went to meet up with Kayla, since I had nowhere else to go. We both
spent the majority of that night crying about losing our relationships, while
drinking a bottle of Jose. We ended up passing out on the hood of my car
at the park we met up at. I tried talking to Alisha
the next few days, and she made it painfully obvious that we were over when she
threw the box of my stuff she put together at my head. I stayed with Jenna
because I had nowhere to go and I didn’t want to be around my psychotic
mother. Kayla and I started talking more frequently, and eventually gave
being a couple a chance. The relationship never really had a chance
though, because it was more of a rebound thing, and we both knew
that. That didn’t stop us from making it a very physically sexual
relationship. We had a pregnancy scare, which made it more real for us,
and not too much longer after that did we split ways. I did love her
though, for the type of person she was, and her go-get-it lifestyle. *** “I’ll have a shot with you
Kayla, but then I’m going upstairs to meet up with them,” I said. “Alright, but the other
offer is always on the table if you want it,” she said, but let go of her lip
ring. I took the shot with her and
said goodbye, then walked up to the club. On my way up the stairs, I was
taken aback by what I saw. There were two girls serving beer wearing
shorter-than-short skirts, that strippers would be jealous of, with booty
shorts on, basically showing everyone walking up the stairs their
asses. And what was more shocking to me was the girls walking up the steps
in front of me were admiring the girls’ butts with their boyfriends.
Weird. Finally, when I got up to the dance floor, I once again tried to
find Jenna, Katie or Alisha. I probably look like an idiot just standing
here lost in a tourist-like mode. I moved to the side of the floor and
took in the environment. The club had dancers on box stages all over the
club, and there were people everywhere. Somehow, Katie found me and
grabbed my hand. She was definitely drunk, she was spilling her drink as
she walked toward me. “Bobby! Come here, come here, you have to see
this,” she said as she dragged me through a mob of people. “What is it Katie,” I asked. “Just follow me and find out
for yourself,” she said. She pulled me to where the rest of the party was
and pointed up to the box stage. It was Jenna dancing with a club girl, make
that kissing the club girl. Katie and a bunch of guys around the box all
began howling wildly and cheering them on. In the middle of all of the
commotion, there she was, and was giving me the finger wave to come over
to her. My heart began beating louder than the bass as I made my way
through all the people drooling over my sister making out with a girl. I
finally made my way over to Alisha, now what? “Hey, what’s up,” I had to
yell so she could hear me. “Nothing much, just wanted
to talk to you,” she yelled back. “It’s kind of hard to hear
in here,” I said. “What?” “I said, it’s kind of…,” she
stopped me. “I heard what you said
Bobby, I was messing with you,” she said with her signature grin. “I want
you to dance with me,” she said and reached her hand out for me to grab. “Of course I’ll dance with
you,” I said and we walked to the center of the dance floor. She looked beautiful; she
had on a light blue form fitting dress that reminded me of her prom. This
whole moment was like the prom too; having her in my arms surrounded by a bunch
of people we could care less about, like we were the only two people in the
world. There is only one word that can describe this moment, perfect. “Bobby,” she whispered in my
ear, “you have been on my mind a lot lately. I want you to know that you
hurt me so much, but I over reacted too, and I’m sorry. I still love you, and
no one has even come close to making me as happy as you did. And I know
that you still love me too,” she said then put her head on my shoulder. “I do still love you, and
I’m the one that ruined us, so you don’t need to apologize,” I said. “Do you still talk to that
tattooed s**t?” She asked, and looked up to see my face when I answered. This is
going to be trouble, I need to handle this correctly or I can say goodbye to
Alisha forever. “I
actually ran into her downstairs, she wanted me to go home with her, and she
put her number into my phone.” Alisha pulled away from me, “I told her I
was here to see you, she told me to call her.” “Are you going to call her?” Alisha
asked. “I am actually,” I started
saying. Alisha tried to turn to walk away, but I stopped her. “I’m
going to call her to tell her one of two things.” “Which would be what?” “One. That the call
would be the last time I ever spoke to her because I got a second chance with
my true love. Or two…” I stopped. “What’s the second thing
Bobby?” “There isn’t, she’ is too
much drama, and I want you back. So it would be only one thing.” “I never said I was going to
give you another chance,” she said, moving back toward me. I took my phone out of my
pocket and pulled her number up, “Alisha, she is the cause of me losing you,
I’m not going to make that mistake again,” I said and deleted the number, “I
love you, and I want you back!” Before I could finish what I
was saying, Alisha had wrapped herself around me again, just like she did when
I gave her the earrings, and gave me a kiss. I could hear the attention of
the crowds cheering switch to us, and the loudest voices were of my
sisters. I could tell they were happy, s**t I’m happy too. I never
thought I was going to have Alisha back in my arms again, and here she is. I love women; it’s been a
part of who I am for as long as I can remember. Maybe my dad was the same
way, and was the reason why he left my mom, and the reason why she hates me so
much. There is something about each girl I have ever had feelings for that
made me love them, from my sisters to my mom to my girlfriends. But this
is the strongest I have ever felt about anyone. My sisters have always
been apart of my love life, and I’m thankful that we are all really close. For the most part, it was Jenna that I
looked up to the most, and Katie has been becoming more involved lately, but
it’s actually Ashley that I want to be like. With the one person that
makes me happier than I ever thought possible, and being in the middle of this
club with her in my arms, and lips touching is the first step to getting there. © 2010 C-TrainerAuthor's Note
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