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My cousin Jimmy!

April 12th, 2011 by LT Ronald

While I have to apologize for my overlong absence in posting, I also have to say that my absence is due to a disconcernment towards an attempt at publishing my short stories. Most publishers want more military and less frat-ire, while others want more frat-ire and less military. Why can’t I do both at once? Here’s more of a small mix of both.

A few months ago I had the privilege of attending my little cousin’s wedding. My little cousin had just made it back from the 56th Stryker Brigade’s first combat deployment since being designated the Army’s newest Stryker Brigade. The affair was also a privilege because I had missed 5 family weddings since my nearest relative got married due to deployments. I look at family as an ever growing reflection of myself. Where I came from, who I am, and who I may or may not become.

The wedding was classy, my cousin, who is a good guy and a stout soldier, definitely went above himself in finding his partner, a lovely lass named Alexis. Their nuptials and subsequent reception were an excellent affair.

The after party was where this story truly unfolds. It is all about my cousin Jimmy (not the groom). Now, let me fill you in on my cousin Jimmy. His own father testifies that if there is such thing as reincarnation that he wants to come back as Jimmy. I say this not as a hero worship to Jimmy. No, on the other hand Jimmy’s story is kind of a sad one.

Jimmy is a good looking guy, and a sweet guy. NO ONE dislikes Jimmy. My whore ex-wife actually came on to Jimmy during more than one of the 5 family weddings that I was overseas for. Jimmy lives in his Dad’s half-mil $ house in mid-Virginia with a few of his buddies, due to his parents having to move away for business a few years ago, and not wanting to sell or get rid of their house. Jimmy manages a local Papa John’s and goes to college for engineering. When he is not doing those things he is out on his parents’ ski-boat on their private lake.

Now for a a good looking, semi-independent, intellectual guy you would think that my cousin Jimmy would be rolling in the Pu-nahn-nea. Unfortunately, or maybe God’s way of cosmic justice, Jimmy was not blessed with the gift of game.  He is one of the shyest guys I know. He is so shy that I have actually witnessed good looking women blow him off when he had nothing to say to their flirtations but “right”. I guess somewhere along the line that someone told him that simply agreeing with women would help him score chicks. Oh wait, that was me who told him that, but never-the-less that was the only lesson in game that he had ever learned and it was not enough.

At the age of 25 my cousin Jimmy had experienced maybe two “hook-ups” in his life. This is where this story finds him. My fiance, my younger brother, Tim, Jimmy, and I were invited to an after-party at my younger cousin Kayla’s house. Now Kayla’s parents were the ones who allowed me to throw wild teenage parties at their house when I was a youngster. Oh, the stories I could tell about this place could fill one of those Penthouse novels that you find tucked away between the Anime and Tucker Max books at your local Boarders Books.

Now my “day” was over 16 years ago, and my cousin Jimmy was only 9 back then, and Kayla was only 2, but not much had changed. If anything things had grown, since there was a stable of 20 beautiful young whores women ranging from 17-23. Jimmy stood there with a big goofy smile on his face, but wouldn’t talk to any. Tim went on to the first fat one he could find, figuring he could only go up from there, and at worst he’d still get laid. (My brother does have some game, praise the Lord). Jimmy says to me, “Ronnie, you told me stories about your younger days, but I never dreamed that they were like this.” Not having a lot of time to cram much game, and not needing much. I told him to pick out two or three that he liked, and to go into a spare bedroom and get naked.

If you have never seen a certain hit TV show there is a playbook play called “The Naked Guy”. It is guaranteed to work two out of three times. My fiance and I have both found this to be true over the years. For those of you in a relationship, try it. When you and the sig other are having an argument while away form each other, if you get home first, get naked. When sig other gets there they will 2/3 times laugh, have great hate sex and forget the original fight. For those of you who are single, after a date that goes … who the hell cares how it goes, and you can tell that any future relationship won’t last very long, or you don’t want it to, find an excuse to go into their place or have them come into your place, beg off to the bathroom, or to go grab that bistro’s phone number, or that massage therapists business card, and come out naked. Chances are they will laugh, say “what the hell”, and go for it, or they will leave, and you will have an awkward conversation with your friend who hooked you up in the first place, totally worth it for a 2/3 chance.

So he heads off to the room, I call over one of the girls on his list, she has braces, so cute. I tell her that the tall good looking guy who came in with me is a famous porn star, and that he has picked out her, and (points out the other two girls he chose) to do a practice run with him for a high budget soft-core film. I tell her that he is in the other room naked and that she should grab her friends (as long as they are 18+) and go in. She does, they do.

They come out 20 minutes later. I ask him how it went. He freaks out on me, hyperventilating: “You said pick out two or three! I figured you’d send in one of them, not all three!! I’m not you!!! I can’t handle that kind of pressure!!!! THATS THREE CHICKS AT THE SAME TIME!!!!! I just talked to them in my boxer shorts. They are now my friends on facebook. I think I’ll try talking to them tonight.”

I smacked him right in the face and went home to bed. He didn’t score with any of the chicks that night. I don’t even think he’s still friends with them on facebook. If one has a two out of three chance to score and I send you 3 chicks that is a 100% chance of scoring. I can’t paint a better picture of fucking up a wet dream, can I?

On a happier note my brother Tim, did trade up two sizes smaller by the end of the night.

I still love my cousin Jimmy, but I agree with his dad. If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I want to come back as him, only with game.

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6 Responses to “My cousin Jimmy!”

  1. jmireles Says:

    Oh for the love of God…what a tragedy. Still, it proves the adage, “You can lead a horse to drink…”


  2. simonator Says:

    Man, except for the good looks, that SO could be describing me when I was younger. The good news is that although I don’t GET as many opportunities as I did then, I shure don’t waste as many of ’em.


  3. Jon Says:

    Actually, I think the chances of scoring in the case of trying this with three chicks in succession is not exactly 100%. It is close, but really the chances of scoring with any one of three attempts in a row given the probability of 2 out of 3 times is more like 96.3%.

    (1 – ((1/3)*(1/3)*(1/3))) * 100% = 96.3%

    Great… now I feel like a total geek…. thanks a lot! :P


  4. Psychlycan Says:

    I can sympathize with Jimmy, as I have the same kind of problem, though I’m only average looking at best.


  5. Andrew Says:

    While I’m convinced of my mediocrity in the looks department, my wife and many others assure me that I am anything but. That being said, before I joined the service I had some of the worst game you could imagine, and the pu-na-ny was few and far between. Granted give me enough time to overcome my shyness and it was a sure score (my nick-name in high school was either high-guy or school slut depending on who you asked).But during the tech school after basic I learned the biggest thing about game you can learn: You don’t need game, just a lot of confidence and 5 minutes alone with your object of desire. Now getting her/him alone is the hard part, and for those of you who have experience in this a simple “Lets go for a walk and get some air” is generally sufficient to achieve this. But before I learned that it almost literally took women dragging me into the room and stripping me to get their point across (and yes, that has happened a couple of times).


  6. David B Says:

    I feel for Jimmy. I’m not exactly “handsome,” but I’m close. I’m not shy, but thanks to my Aspergers Syndrome, I have trouble talking to people, or making friends. I’m like my dad. He has lots of “girlfriends” who are just that-friends. He says that I am a person that ladies feel safe around, because they know that I’m not going to try anything, which I don’t. Dad says I’m lucky, and I know that I am, but I just can’t bring myself to try to enter a relationship.


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