SharpNose's Journal: Backrub Bitch

This is a relationship where I didn't really know what went wrong and I still don't.

The college that I went to, in the early- to mid-1980s, had a number of big honking mainframe computers and one of them ran something that was very much like IRC, except it was only one channel. It did not have a high level of use but, like any modern IRC channel, it had its regulars and I became one while I was a freshman. I had a Timex Sinclair 1000 with a modem and I was able to connect from my dorm room. To give you an idea of how esoteric this was, there were only three other guys in C dorm who had some manner of terminal or computer in their rooms with a modem attached. Anyway, I had gotten to know Mary (NOT her real name) over this thing and I actually met up with her once, across campus - I hopped on the campus bus, I think, and I talked with her briefly at a terminal cluster on the western side of campus.

The college I went to had a fairly well-defined geek culture. It wasn't as hardcore as, oh, MIT's, but it was definitely there. Mary was a computer science major and that is where one tended to find the geeks. Star Trek, Star Wars, Dungeons and Dragons, Tolkein, and the like were the icons of the day. I actually overhead part of a very serious-sounding debate on how warp drives worked.

Mary stood out from this crowd because she was female, pretty, and stacked. She was also smart and playful. During the summer of 1985 when my relationship with Sara was on its downhill slide - and while Sara was out of town - I caught Mary on this IRC-like thing and she talked about needing a backrub. So, I offered, and she took me up on it, and we made a date at her place.

Later that evening, I went by one of the frat houses where Mary was renting a room. She let me inside and she spread a comforter from her bed onto the floor. What I wasn't expecting was that she pulled off her jersey, setting free two really humongous breasts, before lying down. I was really quite amazed by this, and as I set to work on her back, I was really thrilled about having this woman lying there and making her feel good with my hands. Her hair was full and somewhat curly, and I remember stroking the back of her head with my thumb and forefinger.

There's no telling how far this would have gone, but I had to excuse myself in order to pick up Sarah at the airport, and I was already going to be quite late.

The problem was, in the days or weeks after that, I wanted to get together with her some more but she was hard to pin down - very hard to get her undivided attention. I'm not sure what the hell happened but Mary got very angry with me and nothing ever more occured.

Mary and I still keep in touch once in a great while; she now lives in California. A few years ago, she mailed me some "Glamour Shots" pictures of herself and she was still very pretty - whoever can manage to keep her attention could do a lot worse!