Nationality: Caucasian American
Occupation: Waiter and tobacconist
Residence: Huntington Beach, CA
Date of Performance/Collection: April 17, 2011
Primary Language: English
Other Language(s): Conversational German, Latin
The names in the following FOAF story have been censored to protect the people involved:
This story involves my friend Ms friend C. He was a, uh, they used to hang out at his place on Thursday nights, a large group of them, and they were doing this one evening and they went over to the pizza place that was right around the corner, uh, and this was part of their normal traditions. Each night that they went he [C] started flirting with this one, uh server that worked there. And then one night he said, Okay, thats it, guys, Im gonna make my move.
So they said, Okay; good luck.
And he said All right. Here are my keyshouse keysthey were hanging at his placeIf I dont come back, hey, uh, hide them in the planter. Okay. So they go back, hang out at his place for a couple of hours, hide the keys in the planter, and take off.
M sees him two days later and he said, Hey, whats up? Yknow, what happened? Uh, you didnt come back. Did you go out with her?
And he [C] said, Well, I shI didnt want to take her back to my place cause you guys were there. She wouldnt tell me why, but she said she didnt want to go back to her place. So we got a hotel room.
Yeah, we got a hotel room right away.
Okay, and then what happened?
Welln, started makin out, she took off her clothes.
M said, Okay, sohayknow, what was it like?
Hsaid [C], Oh, shegreat, great breasts.
Cool. What about the rest of her?
He [C] said, Well, yever, you know, uh, remember those pictures of peoples lungs when they smoke?
[M] Says, You mean enphyzema?
Hsaid [C], Yeah, yeah, yknowz all black, and bubbly, and stuff?
[M] Said, Yeah.
Hed [C], Well, i looked like she smoked with her vagina.
[M] Said, Holy crap! What did you do?
Ed [C], Well, I just stared at her tits.
Okay . . . so . . . then what happened?
Hed [M], Well, we were goin at it, she was on top of me and she had her head back and she was really into it and she was just, uh, had her eyes closed, and then she suddenly pulled back her fist and screamed, You sonuva and then she opened her eyes and she looked at me and she said Oh my God, Im so sorry! For a second there, I thought you were somebody else.
M was like, Oh my God, man, what did you do?
Ill tell ya. As soon as I finished up, I got the hell out of there. Yeah.
The informant tells this story generally when people are discussing the most horrific sexual experiences that they are aware ofthis story gets carted out.
The informant is not certain of the veracity of the story but likes it anyway: Um, I think that its fantastic, uh, and amusing, uh, and horrifying all at once. I dont know if its true or not, but I do know that it is a wonderful tale.
The story, besides serving as a way to horrify people, could be considered a warning of the dangers of sexSTDs especially. Then, too, it might be a metaphor for the fears of the virginal about what it will be like to have sex. Cs reason for telling the story to M, if it was not true, was likely similar to the informants reason for repeating itit makes a good horror story.