(Mature themed)
by Rolf Ronin
I had to really question why I was having so much trouble with women because I don’t know why another woman tried to run me over again. I do not know if I gave her the idea or what.
This girl I met in college and she was clean and sober that really didn’t bother me because we were in college and I was focused on physics, chemistry, calculus and engineering classes. She was going to be a doctor and she had the tenacity and the grades to accomplish that. She was an ex-addict and I was past all the parties since I was involved with the very sober aspect of trying to finish an engineering baccalaureate degree, I was pretty sober myself. The engineering degrees don’t allow for partying the way some degree do like liberal arts, underwater basket weaving or a soap carving degrees do.
Did you ever notice when you are so busy you do not realize how crazy people can be? This is what happened to me. We were so busy with difficult classes we did not get on each other’s nerves. We just studied like crazy and would break for sex so there was not that much interaction except sex which was good so do not get me wrong. When the Xmas break came around and we actually had to deal with one another, we got on each other’s nerves. I still enjoyed going to the nightclubs, the pink and purple lights, clove cigarettes, that sweet smell of pachouli oil, Doc Martens, modern rock, new wave music and grunge. Also, the 90’s cheap sugar booger, the devil’s dandruff, Bolivian marching powder, Florida snow, joy flakes, heaven dust, etc. was too much fun so the clean and sober girl and I started parting ways.
Yeah, I was a chemical engineering major at the time, but those pre-med students were wicked smart. We could not just part company and she let me go to frolic in the nightclubs during the holiday since it is so much fun then. I had to hear how much smarter she was. I will admit she was wicked when it came to tests and she was able to get extra credit and she would score over a 100% with the extra credit. I can be a smartass and when she wouldn’t shut up about her grades, I f___ed with her shit. The last phrase I heard was, “My grades were always better because I am going to be a doctor.” I piped up, “you should go into pathology when you become a doctor.” She seemed elated to hear that and asked, “why do you say that.” I shot back, “because you will never have any bedside manner, you do not how to deal people and are unfeeling.” Oh, I struck a chord and she continued to call me back and then the line went quiet. This is before cell phones. I was starting to fall asleep until I saw headlights bounce into the driveway and she started ringing on the doorbell and hammering on the glass of the front door and screaming, “I AM TOO GOING TO BE A GOOD DOCTOR.”. Her fist went through the glass and she continued to scream through the busted window into the house, “I AM TOO GOING TO BE A GOOD DOCTOR.” I had to get her away from the house so my roommates did not wake up so I pulled on my Doc Martens and threw on my leather jacket and started walking down the street. She continued to scream at me so I got her a block away and she continued, but she started to scream, I AM GOING GO FUCK SOME GUY.” I yelled back, “COOL! I’LL INVITE MY FRIENDS AND THEY CAN ALL F___ YOU AND I’LL VIDEOTAPE IT CUZ I AM DONE WITH YOUR ASS.” Oh, she barreled her car through bushes to try to hit me. I am so glad I dodged that car.
She repaired the window and tried to get in touch with me when I was getting married 5 years later. You have to remember that this is before our cell phones were so adaptable so we chatted when I got back from getting married in Hawaii. What was sad to hear was that she was accepted into the PhD program of a Chemistry Department, but got involved with a guy that knocked her up, knocked around and she started using again. For some reason, I thought of her and googled her. She died in the early 2020’s.
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