I remember it like it was yesterday...
It was a Saturday night and George, Bruce, Marcus, and myself were getting all dolled up for a huge night on the town. The smell of Polo cologne, cheap Suave hair mousse, and testosterone stunk up the air like a post-game football locker room.
We were sucking down a couple of Labatt brews, watching the Michigan Wolverines trounce Purdue (college football) and hoping and praying like hell to have our way with the hot ladies at Campbell Street Station - a kick-ass local drink and dance club just over the border in beautiful Sarnia, Ontario.
We were pumped! Granted, our luck with the ladies was not that great lately. In fact, it sucked! Truth is, the closest any of us had gotten to getting laid in the last six months was Marcus's sad attempt to score at his brother's wedding with the maid of honor...and she was married! It was hilarious...and pathetic!
But we were guys! What the hell do we know, right?
My fourth and newest roomate was this character named Darcy. (We rented the second floor of an old Victorian House - tight on space but the rent was super!) He was a quiet guy, pudgy, a bit geeky, with a bald head and a nose too big for his face. Overall, a pretty cool dude.
About two weeks ago he broke up with a hot number named Samantha that any of us would have donated a kidney to have sex with! We thought it was just dumb-ass luck that Darcy could get a gorgeous doll like Samantha but, as you'll see, dumb-ass luck has nothing to do it!
Anyhow, here's Darcy sitting on our only recliner, legs hanging over the armrest, with one eye reading some fat new book on the Lord Of The Rings or whatever and with the other eye, watching us four smucks getting pretty for the ladies.
And the son-of-a-bitch was laughing at us!
No shit.
"What's so damn funny, Darc?" Bruce asked.(Darc was our nickname for him - a blend between Darcy and Dork)
"Just watching the show." Darcy answered. "You guys go through this kinda fucked-up ritual thing every weekend but, come on, when is the last time any of you have gotten laid?"
The four of us just looked at other. Yeah, it was a bit embarrassing.
"At least we're fuckin trying! You just dumped a fine piece of ass so you'll be looking again soon." Marcus squealed like a little girl.
"Heh, I'm enjoying the peace. When I'm ready for another babe, I'll go out and get one." Darcy went back to his book.
"Just like that, you think you can go out a get another babe like Samantha? Bullshit!" Marcus was revved up like an Italian weed-wacker on crack!
"Look, I don't know, picking up chicks just ain't that difficult. What's the big deal?" Darcy tried to get back to his book.
Now it was my turn. The bullshit had gone too far. I was calling Darcy's bluff!
Come on, Darc," I said "You're telling me if you came out with us tonight you would have a babe by the end of the fuckin night. You know that's bullshit! I'll bet you rent you're full of shit." (I figured this was an easy hundred bucks!)
I could see Darcy thinking about it. He had a truckload of student loans and little cash. (He was shooting for a Doctoral Degree in Behavior Analysis at WMU and that ain't cheap.)
"Loan me $20 then you will only owe me $80 when I win." Darcy said with his hand out!
"Cocky son of a bitch, heh?" I slapped two ten spots in his hand and told him to hurry the hell up and get ready. All of a sudden...,
I felt nervous about this damn bet.
We pulled into The Campbell Street Station parking lot and almost crushed an Explorer as we gawked at 3 honeys walking in the door! We squeezed in and ordered a brew and made our way through the packed bar and flopped down at a beer-soaked table in the back corner. The table sucked...it was no accident it was empty!
"See ya in a few dickheads!" Darcy smiled, grabbed his beer and disappeared into the crowd.
The four of us looked at each other and laughed. Who the hell did he think he was?
Over the next hour, we sucked down about four Labatts each, shot a little pool, and continued to scan the bar for babes. The place was chocked-full of hotties! We were all packing wood!
Then it hit us, like a two-by-four right between the eyes! We couldn't believe it!
That vision still burns in my brain!
There was Darcy, sitting cooly at a choice table with three of the hottest, decked-out babes this side of Chicago! Two blondes, one brunette with breasts as large and, I bet, as sweet as ripe canteloupe. And the kicker...
...they were hanging on him like sex-starved rock groupies!
One of the blonde chicks in particular was all over him - I half expected Darcy to start banging her right there on the table! Then George said what we were all thinking...
"No freakin way is that Darcy with that smoking hot babe...Crissake, I think she's ready to suck his knob right now! Unfucking believable"
George, myself, Bruce, and Marcus just stared at each other. We were stunned! Shocked! What the hell was going on here? Did Darcy drug these chicks? Or maybe hypnotize them? Maybe he had a dick the size of a blue-ribbon cucumber? Perhaps he paid them...but the asshole had no money!
The guy was a goof! A fuckin putz! What made this bastard so damn attractive to these beautiful babes!