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Was anyone here ever a male cheerleader? (2 Viewers)

Incredible story. You learned a painful lesson, SM. But at least you learned it and have not been doomed to repeat it. :thumbup:

 
Chiwawa said:
I swear to the Almighty Creator, if you don't provide the current whereabouts and happenings of the players involved like you promised, things just might get ugly.
He said he would. At this point, I would trust SM with anything. :thumbup:
 
In the epilogue, if you could find a way to mix in how many teeth Mickey's missing, that'd be great.

 
Jebus, man. I could see where that would leave some scars, but don't beat yourself up to us over it. We've all done things we regret. Hang in there.

 
Incredible story. You learned a painful lesson, SM. But at least you learned it and have not been doomed to repeat it. :popcorn:
I imagine very few of us would have done anything differently at the end there....
I am not so sure about that. I think some people, even at that age, would have have the dignity to let it end right there. That is where the relationship should have ended. Even at 20 years old, I should have had more self-respect and dignity. Unfortunately, when faced with the test, I failed.It is easy to talk a good game. It is very difficult to play one, especially when the game was on the line.
 
There is an epiloge, however, that update the characters later lives
This is forthcoming, correct? I'm hanging by a thread here!
First, any questions?Feel free to flail away at my manhood. I knew sharing this story would open me up to that type of valid criticism.
I think you're being way too hard on yourself. While I'm sure most of us would love to say we would always take the path that mirrors the typical FFA advice, I'd say a good majority would be right there with you in this situation.
 
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This incident with Mickey happened a few times. He would arrive(or I would wake up him in his car) after Marty & I had awaken preparing for work and there was this weird aroma round him. My spidey-sense was tingling.A week or so later after the original happening, we had our first fraternity party for fall rush. Great times. Drinking was allowed at 18(with little or no enforcement), and we had our own house. These parties were jumping!!! Now, we were not at our peak attendance wise any longer(down from a max of 75 to about 50 now) and our parties shrunk from about 350 to about 200. Still, very nice. The nights were whirlwinds. You danced, talk to perspective recruits, and talked to any cute new chicks. While very small compared to most colleges, the Greek scene was still a draw.At this first party, Doug, who had only seen once or twice over the summer told me he needed to talk to me. Was this what my spidey-sense was telling me? So we walk out of the house into the summer air, and as I brace for bad news, he tells me that he has to leave the fraternity. Whew!!!! That's it? Yes, he just wanted me to be the first to know and that he was sorry. I told him no need to apologize that we are friends. I was not one of these butt-buddy frat boys. To me, it was an organization to give some social structure, nothing more. I also used it as a place to play as many intramural sports as possible without having to go through the drudgery of finding a team myself.I guess he thought I would be hurt or angry but we chatted as we walked back in the house and back to my room. He relaxed as he realized I wasn't upset in the least. As we walk in my door to my room, what do I find but Pochahontas and Mickey wrestling on the floor, with a crowd of about six of the other cheerleaders gathered around. It was a shocking site to say the least. Also, this was a small room and this was so out of place. I know I attempted to make some type of joke about it, but I doubt it came off very well and nor did hide my dismay very well. I attempted not to linger, tried to be gracious, and just walked out of the room solely to return to the party. I was shocked and more than a bit hurt. Everything clicked in my head at that moment. I tried to hide my feelings, but especially at that point in my life, I had a tendency to wear my heart on my face. I was a bad poker player.A little about my background. In my house, lieing was not tolerated. Papa Saints-Man was quite a character, but he couldn't lie to save his life, even when a small white lie may have been best to ease the proceedings along. My mother was incable of any sort of guile. The truth flowed freely, even if a times it stung a bit. Whenever my sister or I screwed up, we would find Papa Saints-Man and just spill the beans. He did much to ensure this behavior with stories that appropriate for a different thread.So, Pochahontas and I got together that Tuesday as I recall. I fixed dinner for her at the fraternity house and we went outside to talk. There was very little foot traffic so we were confident this was a private conversation. SM: What's going on with you and Mickey?P: Nothing. I don't know why you are so jealous.SM: I don't think jealousy quite describes what I am feeling. I am hurt, but I need the truth.P: You are too jealous, Saints-Man. I have my own life to live. (this is where I first learned of the pyschological quality of transference)SM: You certainly do. However, I want to know the truth.P: I don't like you when you are like this. Why can't you just let things go? We were just having a little fun and you get all worked up about it.(Editor's note: it is should be quite evident by now who is the b#### in this relationship.)SM: Just to be clear, I consider sex anything beyond what I do with my mother. I hug my mother, and I kiss my mother on the cheek. Did you do anything more than that with Mickey?P: No. It is important to note that she looked me straight in the eyes when she told me this. While in my heart I knew she was lying, my head could not discern any indication that she was lying.SM: So, we're good?P: We're good.We went out that night. My head overruled my heart here. My world was small, and I didn't believe people could lie that blatantly(Here your maxi-pad, Saints-Man). Every instinct I had told me she was lying. But intellectually, I had no proof. I vividly remember the night not being that enjoyable. I convinced myself that if I cared for as I claimed, I had to believe her. That is what caring for some else is? (No, Saints-Man that is a being a pansy).I also vividly remember no sexy time that night.
La la la la la la la la la laI wrote her off for the tenth time todayAnd practiced all the things I would sayWhen she came over I lost my nerveI took her back and made her dessertNow I know I'm being usedBut that's okay man cause I like the abuseI know she's playing with meBut that's okay cause I've got no self esteemchorus:Oh wayo, yeah, yeahOhhhhhhh, yeah, yeah (Repeat three times)We make plans go out at nightI wait till 2 then I turn out the lightthis rejection’s got me so lowIf she keeps it up I just might tell her soChorusWhen she's saying, oh that she wants only meThen I wonder why she sleeps with my friendsWhen she saying, oh that I'm like a diseaseThen I wonder how much more I can standWell I guess, I should stick up for myselfBut I really think it's better this wayThe more you sufferThe more it shows you really careRight? Yeah!Now I'll relay this little bitIt happens more than I'd like to admitLate at night, she knocks on my doorShe's drunk again and, looking to scoreNow I know, I should say no, butIt's kind of hard when she's ready to goI may be dumb, but I'm not a dweebI'm just a sucker with no self esteemChorusWhen she's saying, oh that she wants only meThen I wonder why she sleeps with my friendsWhen she's saying, oh that I'm like a diseaseThen I wonder how much more I can spendWell I guess, I should stick up for myselfBut I really think it's better this wayThe more you sufferThe more it shows you really careRight? Yeah!
 
Incredible story. You learned a painful lesson, SM. But at least you learned it and have not been doomed to repeat it. :popcorn:
I imagine very few of us would have done anything differently at the end there....
I am not so sure about that. I think some people, even at that age, would have have the dignity to let it end right there. That is where the relationship should have ended. Even at 20 years old, I should have had more self-respect and dignity. Unfortunately, when faced with the test, I failed.It is easy to talk a good game. It is very difficult to play one, especially when the game was on the line.
Some people, but not all and definitely not most. Especially at 20.
 
Incredible story. You learned a painful lesson, SM. But at least you learned it and have not been doomed to repeat it. :popcorn:
I imagine very few of us would have done anything differently at the end there....
I am not so sure about that. I think some people, even at that age, would have have the dignity to let it end right there. That is where the relationship should have ended. Even at 20 years old, I should have had more self-respect and dignity. Unfortunately, when faced with the test, I failed.It is easy to talk a good game. It is very difficult to play one, especially when the game was on the line.
You're beating yourself up pretty hard for the incomprehensible sin of banging a hot, dynamite in the sack chick who was throwing herself at you. I'm just sayin'.
 
I was really, really bad at college, it appears
BDA, so was I. There is some shame for me upcoming. I stumbled accross this. If you notice, none of this was me. I am not the aggressor here, I metaphorically and a bit literally was just along for the ride.I wasn't particulary suave, and I reiterate I was no player. I had no game. I was friends with a lot of young ladies, but very very few showed any romantic interest in me. My only guess is that my connection with cheerleading, which up the that time had been the Scarlett letter of shame, somehow piqued her interest.
"Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and then"....so to speak.For a guy claiming to have no game, you sure come across as a guy who knew how to play when the ball was tipped.

Hot Cheerleader - Check

Sexy Time - Check

Dressing up in cheerleader outfit, sans panties, and engaging in sexy time - Check

Giving Hot Cheerleader an O-Face minutes before game time in a Toyota Tercel - Check

Avoiding a serious relationship - Check

Dating other sorority girls - Check

Sounds like you should be coaching the kids of today!
The bolded were not true. I was in a serious relationship with Pochahontas, I was just the #####. She dictated everything.I was solely an escort to those sorority girls. Only once did it ever bubble up into romance, and it was very brief.

There is a lot I could teach the kids of today, but more about respect than game.

However, once I was handed the ball and saw the opening I ran to daylight. Not because I knew what I was doing, I just loved the sunshine on my face.
If this isn't five star posting, I don't know what is
The thread and post of the year has already occurred. No need for any others. Honestly, if the ffa ended today, I would die a satisfied man. :popcorn:
 
Incredible story. You learned a painful lesson, SM. But at least you learned it and have not been doomed to repeat it. :popcorn:
I imagine very few of us would have done anything differently at the end there....
I am not so sure about that. I think some people, even at that age, would have have the dignity to let it end right there. That is where the relationship should have ended. Even at 20 years old, I should have had more self-respect and dignity. Unfortunately, when faced with the test, I failed.It is easy to talk a good game. It is very difficult to play one, especially when the game was on the line.
For a lot of people, you don't really appreciate self-respect and dignity until you lose it. Fortunately for you, you lost yours at a young age and were to learn from it and move on. And of course, in hindsight, your vision is always 20/20.
 
There is an epiloge, however, that update the characters later lives
This is forthcoming, correct? I'm hanging by a thread here!
First, any questions?Feel free to flail away at my manhood. I knew sharing this story would open me up to that type of valid criticism.
I think you're being way too hard on yourself. While I'm sure most of us would love to say we would always take the path that mirrors the typical FFA advice, I'd say a good majority would be right there with you in this situation.
I have long since forgiven myself. I was a 20-year old kid, and my world was small and I needed to grow up. That type of commentary was added solely for effect. I took about 2 years to heal, and wound up marrying a lovely young lady. It didn't work out, but it wasn't because I was weak or anything like that.That commentary was accurate and I wanted to add that as a contrast to the bravado often exhibited in some of these threads.
 
Jebus, man. I could see where that would leave some scars, but don't beat yourself up to us over it. We've all done things we regret. Hang in there.
The scars have long since healed. I never again was that weak. It was a painful lesson, but I learned it.
It's something we all have to learn and at least you learned it from a hot piece of ###.
True dat!!I love the song quote, btw. Whenever I hear it, I smile and think about her.
 
Incredible story. You learned a painful lesson, SM. But at least you learned it and have not been doomed to repeat it. :popcorn:
I imagine very few of us would have done anything differently at the end there....
I am not so sure about that. I think some people, even at that age, would have have the dignity to let it end right there. That is where the relationship should have ended. Even at 20 years old, I should have had more self-respect and dignity. Unfortunately, when faced with the test, I failed.It is easy to talk a good game. It is very difficult to play one, especially when the game was on the line.
For a lot of people, you don't really appreciate self-respect and dignity until you lose it. Fortunately for you, you lost yours at a young age and were to learn from it and move on. And of course, in hindsight, your vision is always 20/20.
Exactly. :thumbup: Some people post on here that they have never been vulnerable. Never made a mistake. Always the take charge guy. I am now, but I remember a time when I wasn't. The story just led itself there.

And all this due to cheerleading. It is serious business!

 
Two things:

Next post, epilogue. It has some interesting elements.

Also, sorry about the full Inbox. I was already in the mid-40's when this started.

 
Jebus, man. I could see where that would leave some scars, but don't beat yourself up to us over it. We've all done things we regret. Hang in there.
The scars have long since healed. I never again was that weak. It was a painful lesson, but I learned it.
It's something we all have to learn and at least you learned it from a hot piece of ###.
True dat!!I love the song quote, btw. Whenever I hear it, I smile and think about her.
You ain't alone.
 
Although nowhere near the story of this one, this thread stirs up memories of similar experiences in my early 20's. However dumb I was at the time, it sure was a hell of a lot fun. I'll never forget it. Thanks, SM. :thumbdown:

Sadly, it also makes me feel old. Seems like yesterday. :thumbup:

 
In a night of emotionally scarring sex, complete with wiping the instrument of his manhood all over her curtains, dish towels, random clothes I can find in a night of hot, but emotionally painful sex, our flawed protagnonist ensnares himself.
This line was nothing short of awesome. :thumbdown:
 
E P I L O G U E

Pochahontus and Saints-Man broke up fall 1983.

For those of you that remember, New Orleans hosted the World Fair from May 12 to Nov 11. The cheerleaders attended often together.

Sometime during the summer,Doug, my big brother in the fraternity, decided to ask out Pochahontus. They hit it off and loved bloomed. They married in 1987 . As I recall, Doug and Pochahontus had two kids together. They were married until the early 2000's. After a reportedly emotion-filled divroce, Doug moved out of the house, leaving the house for Pochahontus and the kids. He moved in with a friend of his Shawn. Less than two years later, Shawn and Pochahontus married. Since then, Pochahontus has given birth to her third child.

Mickey's fate was not kind. After his fling he started dating a shrew named Jesse, a classic Italian looking girl. Attractive, but not beautiful or hot. She was a complete shrew and a constant nag. She oozed low self-esteem, and they fought constantly. Their wedding in 1986 was Saints-Man and his ex-wife's first date. Every day of Saints-Man's marriage, even though it ended in divorce, was better than every day of Mickey's marriage. They have at least two kids together, and time has not been kind to Jesse.

Marty and Tonya married in spring 1985. Both Pochahontus and Saints-Man stood in the wedding. Saints-Man met Pochahontus before the wedding just to make sure the air was clear between them solely as to make sure any of their drama did not spill over into Marty & Tonya's wedding. The meeting went great, and they co-existed seamlessly at the wedding and a good time was had by all. Marty & Tonya are still happily married with four wonderful kids.

In the mid-1990's, Marty & Tonya started a tradition of hosting an annual New Years Eve party. I could not attend some years due to conflicting obligations but attended other years. In 1996, at the annual bash, both Pochahontus and Doug and their two kids attended, along with Saints-Man. Both Pochahontus and Doug exhibited some signs of nervousness, but Saints-Man gave them both big hugs and wound up talking to them for several hours. It was a good feeling for all of us to walk away with a sense of peace of how it all turned out.

This story is completely true. Some of the dialogue and the timeline were altered solely for narrative purposes. I hope everyone enjoyed and remember one thing:

Cheerleading is serious business!!!

 
I think SM typed more over the last 2 days in this thread then I have over the last 2 weeks at work...

 
Not to sound judgmental, but Pocahantas doesn't sound like a great catch, after reading the epilogue.

Looks like you partook heavily from the best of her, and learned from the worst of her.

:thumbup:

 
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I think SM typed more over the last 2 days in this thread then I have over the last 2 weeks at work...
:thumbup: :thumbup: It was not my intent to monopolize the thread in this fashion. This thread took a course different from the one the OP intended, and I for anyone I crowded out with my writings, I do apologize. I know some of you enjoyed the rendition, but it was not intended to be that wya. It all kind of took a life of its own.It is 9:30pm. I believe my first post was before noon. Wow, just wow.PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
 
Not to sound judgmental, but Pocahantas doesn't sound like a great catch, after reading the epilogue.
Like everyone of us, she is flawed. I am certainly happy our relationship did not culminate in marriage. I was happy to have experienced her for a while and I hope she is well and happy. I have no ill will toward her. I know the facts in the epilogue, but not the details.
 
So, what does P look like nowadays?
I have not seen her since 1996. In 1996, she was aging very well and was still striking, even after two kids. She loved to exercise, if I had to bet I would bet her shape is still pretty good. She would be in the high percentile for 46 year olds. Not Hollywood, but normal lady scale. The breasts might be an issue. After three kids and their original size, they probably have not held up well. From what I knew of her, I doubt she would get fake breasts. But I honestly don't know.
 
This may be sacriligous, but I'm calling :toilet: on this story.
I assure you this story is true. From the HS cheerleading portion through college.But this is the Internet, and people must believe for themselves.
Honestly, I don't care if it is or not. It was a hell of a story and a joy to read. Good times had by all here. :lmao:
Excellent posting. I truly enjoyed everything about SM's story. Can we get this thread pinned?
 
So, what does P look like nowadays?
I have not seen her since 1996. In 1996, she was aging very well and was still striking, even after two kids. She loved to exercise, if I had to bet I would bet her shape is still pretty good. She would be in the high percentile for 46 year olds. Not Hollywood, but normal lady scale. The breasts might be an issue. After three kids and their original size, they probably have not held up well. From what I knew of her, I doubt she would get fake breasts. But I honestly don't know.
Do you think she would have facebook? :excited: :banned: :ninja:
 

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