So, during my senior year of high school and freshman year of college, one of my closest friends was dating a guy whom I will call C. C was very tall and very slender - the kind of guy who, even though he was much bigger than me, I simply couldn't see as physically imposing because he looked like he was all skin and bone. I spent quite a bit of time with my friend and C, during which I learned that there was definitely more to him than skin and bone.
During this time, my favorite way to deal with stress and insomnia was to go for long walks. It didn't matter to me what the weather was like, or what time it was. When I felt I needed to walk, I walked.
C hated that I did this. In fact, Red hates that I do this too. It seems that I most want to walk when I can't sleep at night. Only last night I was told that there was NO WAY that he was going to let me go out for a walk in the middle of the night. He said it in that grumpy voice that makes me think I'd better listen.
I remember one weekend night I'd gone out for a walk. It was sometime around midnight or 1 a.m. C was driving home from his job as a dishwasher at a restaurant and happened to spot me. He slowed his truck to a crawl and barked at me through the open passenger-side window.
"I'm fine, C," I called to him, trying to wave him off.
Suddenly the truck was parked and I walked into a wall of C. My nose literally hit his chest. Suddenly I was airborne. He'd lifted me off my feet and tried to put me into the passenger seat of his truck. I struggled, and got a hard smack on the behind for my efforts.
"What the hell was that?!?!" I remember asking. He'd slapped my butt so hard that I thought he'd managed to make a paddle materialize out of nowhere. But it was just his bony hand. My butt ached for a while from just that one smack.
I remember that he scolded me the whole way home and made veiled threats about what would happen if he ever caught me out walking by myself after dark again. I pouted and tried to argue, but didn't push my luck.
Later, after I complained to my friend about what a Neanderthal her boyfriend had been, she confided that he'd spanked her once after she'd done something he found particularly frustrating.
I suppose that C is probably a spanko, though that was the last time my friend ever mentioned having been spanked. He was certainly always a toppy kind of guy. But I guess I'll never be sure about him though.
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3 comments:
You crack me up. love it!
Wow. That's quite an experience!
Isn't it frustrating, though, how people object to these late-night walks? It's a stress-reliever for me, too, but W objects (and no one in my life backs me up on it, even though I think it's most likely entirely safe to do). *Sigh*
My A. is a skinny guy and his hand has a paddle-like quality as well. Though I can't imagine him ever swatting someone who wasn't his girlfriend.
I'm totally with you and JA about walks relieving stress. And I think the dark is highly overrated as a hostile environment. While I too have been scolded for walking at night (indeed one of my bible college classmates accused me of "putting the Lord thy God to the test" when I tried to say God would protect me at night), I've never felt unsafe. Except for maybe from drivers who aren't paying attention to the road/shoulder/sidewalk. But then, maybe that's just reflected the neighborhoods I've lived in.
At any rate, very cool anecdote! Thanks for sharing!
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