"He was always a light weight," I laughed as I looked at my old college roommate.
Carl laid out on the couch passed out, from drinking and hanging out all day.
"Really?" Alicia asked as she stared at him. "The way he made it sound, the both of you were party buddies, and partied all night long."
"Nah," I smiled as I drank more beer. "After a game we would go out and party and Carl would be the first one to pass out."
Alicia had reached out to me after hearing a lot about me from Carl, she had found me on social media, and it wasn't long before Carl, and I started talking daily.
Carl had made it big financially. He had struck gold by playing the stock market, and now he bought and flipped houses out here in California.
In college, he was the kicker of the football team. He was no slouch back then, either. He went an entire season without missing a single attempt. I was the starting tight end. We roomed together for two years.
After that, we drifted apart, falling into different crowds. I was into the quieter groups while Carl wanted to party all the time.
Once college was over and neither of us made it into the big leagues. I went off to do my own thing while Carl still wanted to party. Life had its twists and turns, and I never made it big in anything. I was living above average, but nothing like Carl.
Alicia, his girlfriend, was a B movie actress. Not quite landing any significant role in any of the big movies, she had told me some of the movies she had been in, which was an impressive list. Most of which went straight to DVD or late-night cable shows.
"Want another?" Alicia asked as she headed for the kitchen.
"Sure," I said as I walked with her.
"So," Alicia said as she turned and looked at me. "What else can you tell me about my future husband?"
"What do you want to know?" I smiled.
"I heard he was a big hit with the women," Alicia said.
"Big isn't the word," I laughed.
It was true Carl back then was a magnet for women. He was always sneaking women into the dorm. Some nights I would get lucky, and they would bring a friend.
"Well," Alicia said as she stared over at him. "Not so much now."
"Really?" I laughed. "The way he made it sound he was still roping them in, until he met you of course."
"Of course," Alicia nodded. "Let's go downstairs."
I followed Alicia down the stairs into the man cave room.
Carl had a huge house. His man cave had everything a man could want. Large screen television, the latest game console. A pool table and even a hot tub.
Alicia was another trophy on Carl's new resume. She was an absolute stunner. She had a perfect smile with perfect teeth. Long golden blonde hair that came to her mid-back. A figure that had every guy we met on our day out turn their heads.
"So, how did you meet?" I asked as we started a new game of pool.
"He told you already," Alicia smiled.
"I don't buy it," I replied.
Carl said she had come to one of his well-known parties, and they instantly hit it off.
"Smart man," Alicia nodded. "We did meet at one of his parties, but they weren't well known, and not many people showed up to them."
"Figured," I nodded as I shot and pocketed one of my balls.
"Let's just say I came to meet a producer and left with Carl," Alicia shrugged as she drank from her bottle.
"How is that going?" I asked. "You guys seem good together."
"Jury is still out," Alicia said as she took her turn. "Don't get me wrong he is a great guy, but...."
"The tall tales," I nodded.
"Yes!" Alicia exclaimed. "They never end."
"Still the same Carl," I nodded.
"When he told me he knew you, I half expected for you to say that you had no idea who he was," Alicia said.
"I wouldn't do that," I shook my head.
"I remember you from my brother, you know," Alicia said with a slight grin. "He used to go on and on about you, how you caught every catch, how you were impossible to bring down on a solo tackle."
"Your brother played ball?" I smiled.
