Bros Before Hoes -- Membership Revoked
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Again, it is a STORY. Not real life, or was it?
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Membership Revoked
My wife and I were your typical high school sweethearts that fell in love, went to college together and married. Elizabeth, Lizzy to me and our friends, was your typical cheerleader and I, Lawrence Johnson, Larry to my friends, was an above average jock. Lizzy was a gorgeous redhead, 5'5" tall and had the body of a playboy bunny. Nice and curvy, and I loved it.
We both were virgins and gave that cherished gift to each other our senior year of high school.
Neither of us were going to get a scholarship but luckily both of our families had the financial means to send us to college.
I played football and baseball, at just six feet tall and 200 pounds in high school. I was a good running back and sometimes filled in as tight end or wide receiver. On defense I played safety. Baseball I was a pitcher and second baseman. Again, my glory days would only be in high school.
One thing sports did instill in me was I loved the gym and stayed in shape. Our local gym also had boxing and martial arts class. The owner that became my sensei and mentor believed in a holistic lifestyle of exercise, diet, and keeping your inner chi balanced. His meditation techniques helped me in many areas of my life.
When we were deciding on colleges we had numerous discussions with family, each other and our friends. My dad wanted me to go to his alma mater, my friends wanted me to get out of state and experience college. Lizzy's friends tried to get her out of state as they told her she was limiting herself with our relationship. She should go out and "experience life," aka slut around for four years in college. Thankfully while in college she made new friends.
Lizzy and I knew the potential that going to separate colleges entailed, most long-distance relationships don't last, and we both chose to go to State which was an hour from our hometown.
I hung out with my friends that I had known almost all my life. Big Billy was exactly what his name said, he was a starting defensive lineman and ended getting a full ride at a large southeastern college. Stan, he wanted to be named "Stan the man" but most of us thought it too corny, so he was Stan. Stan thought himself a ladies man as we found out in high school gym showers, Stan was the man. Soft he was twice the length of most of us.
Eugene, we called him Genie, short for genius, he was given a full scholarship at MIT. Anyone named Eugene must be smart, he was in fact the smartest guy we knew. He never wanted to be called Eugene and got mad when you did. We had rivals from another school calling him Eugene at our local McDonald's one Friday night, and Billy and I put a stop to it right away. Billy, Stan, Genie and I were the core group, but we had several others that hung out and considered close friends, but not like the four of us.
During college we all went our separate ways but kept in touch with each other. We let each other know what holidays or weekends we were going to be back so we could catch up. Big Billy was only able to come back after bowl games and Genie came back as frequently as he could. Stan tended to stay away more than the others.
Mike Foreman, one of our friends who hung with us had an opportunity to buy his family's cabin that was only a 45-minute drive away from our homes. Billy and I both took "loans" from our parents and became a third owner of the cabin. It ended up being where we spent most of our time when we went back. Lizzy loved it, all three of us had our bedrooms and the great room and den provided ample sleeping areas for the rest. There were times when over 20 people crashed at the cabin after a Friday night beer blast.
We don't know who or how the sign appeared, but we all thought it so hilarious we kept it up. One weekend during summer break a "He-man Woman Haters Club" sign was hung over the front door. If you're a Little Rascals fan, you'll understand the sign. Even Lizzy loved the sign.
Fast forward a few years, I am employed at my dad's company, as a business major he was grooming me to take over the company when he retires. Billy was hired on as his major in engineering fit right in. Genie became a software specialist. My dad talked him into starting his own company, gave him the seed money and we became 33% owners of his company. We also got his services for free. My dad was a shrewd businessman.
Life was going well; Lizzy and I gave our parents two grandchildren for them to spoil. Boy, did they spoil them. We had been out of college for a little over five years and Stan decided to move back into the area. He was married now, something we never thought would happen. His company gave him a lateral promotion to the branch in our town and he jumped at the opportunity.
We hadn't seen Stan since junior year in college and we all were looking forward to our reunion. We kept up with emails and infrequent texts so he knew of the He-man Woman Haters Club cabin. I told him we would give him an honorary membership when he finally moved. Billy, Genie and Mike all agreed.
It was the next weekend that Stan moved, we all offered our backs to help but he said not to worry, his company was paying all moving expenses and that the movers would unload. I told him, "Fine, if your too good to allow your Bros to help I'm revoking your membership." We both got a laugh.
"At least let me cookout Sunday and you and your wife don't have to worry about dinner. Also, the guys will be here, and we can catch up." I spoke.
"Hmm, a cookout and beer. How can I say no." Stan said.
That Sunday afternoon we finally met stan's wife. He had eloped with her and really didn't divulge much information, so we were all in the dark.
What we weren't expecting was Stan's wife, Cherri looked like a porn star. Fake blonde, fake oversized boobs, fake lips, you know the best-looking bottle blonde money could buy.
Later that evening Mike came up to me, "I know I've seen her before. I just can't come up with it. When I do, I'll let you know."
"Yah, I guess my expectations were different from reality. He never post on social med, so I never saw a photo."
When everyone left I asked Lizzy, "Well, what did you think of Cherri?"
"Before we judge, how about we get to know her? Not every big chested bottle blond is a bimbo."
"You're right. Time will tell."
Time did tell.
Several years later our kids were in middle school, life was settling into a nice routine. Some would call it a rut. I called it comfortable.
Lizzy was back in the work force putting her marketing degree to use. I tried to talk her into working for dad's company, but she wanted to prove herself without nepotism helping her.
She started working for an advertising company, That Cherri told was hiring. Cherri worked for a modeling agency that the advertising company used quite often. She and Cherri apparently had lunch often and were becoming close friends. I didn't think much of it and thought it was nice as Cherri didn't have a lot of close friends.
We still meet often at the cabin. It was harder for all four or five of us to meet. Mike traveled a lot, his wife stayed home when he was out of town. Billy was dealing with his kids sports, coaching, and all round chauffeur. Weekends were hard for him as both his sons had games on the weekends.
