For the Love of Gigi
I'm Mickey. I was 39 at the time this story began. I'm 6'3 and a bit on the hefty side, hovering around 240, modestly handsome. My ancestry is from all over Western Europe, I'm about half Irish, inheriting from both sides. I'm so white I glow in the dark. I'm a second-generation California native. My family was dysfunctional, and I was a bit of a loner in high school.
Relationships have not been easy for me - I lost my virginity at 24 to an older coworker at the factory where I was an apprentice machinist. She gave me the first compliment about romance/sexuality I got in my life, "You are surprisingly good for your first time. Are you sure you sure you haven't eaten pussy before? I think you have a gift. You came fast on our first fuck, but oh my God, you made up for it the second time."
I thanked her profusely; it was most gratifying to be good at something I really enjoyed doing. She was long time divorced and had no interest in a relationship but looked me up when she was horny. She also recommended me to several of her girlfriends in the ballpark of her age. Several of them helped in teaching me the best use of my natural talents. I found satisfying a woman was very important to me--an attitude that was much appreciated by the ladies.
After about eighteen months of this, I was confident enough to try dating women my own age, with mixed success. The dates would involve sex most of the time with no complaints on either side about quality. The difficult thing was maintaining the non-sexual relationship. I was quite bright, Mensa-level, and I was basically wasting my talent in the factory. I'd never gone to college because of my emotional dysfunction, not because of intellectual issues. In fact, I was highly self-educated. Family issues can really mess you up--and that happened to me.
So very few of my dates really understood me nor did I them. I got a reputation as a know-it-all. That can be fatal in blue-collar relationships, and truthfully most of the women were a bit boring outside the bedroom. So many relationships, nothing lasting. I overheard more than one woman saying words like "he's a really good fuck and a legendary tongue artist, but a pain in the ass outside the bedroom."
Just before my thirty-ninth birthday, there was an economic downturn in our industry and the parent company closed the factory. As we were a union shop, our contract specified a rather generous severance package. I was getting rather tired of the work I was doing. I thought this was an opportunity for a career change. Something more white-collar seemed more suitable--and might lead me to meeting a different type of women--ones nearer my intellectual equals. I was excited by the prospect. Not to mention not finishing every workday covered with machine oil.
At this time (near the turn of the millennium), many businesses were hiring computer programmers right and left to cope with the Y2K bug. I had learned a bit of hobbyist programming, and concluded that with proper training, I could be good at this. I enrolled in a computer school in LA, and I was right. I would graduate
summa cum laude
with an AA in Computer Science and Programming eighteen months later.
Classes were mostly a breeze. I spent much of class time tutoring the lesser students--who were still quite bright. I got to my first class late--the government recently required all enrollees who had student loans to see an anti-drug film before starting classes, and in the admissions office's eagerness to admit me ASAP after seeing my test results, they neglected to schedule a screening in the day between the admission test and the first day of classes. When I arrived and was reading my class schedule, an admissions officer tapped me on the shoulder and led me to the film room to see the movie.
I commented, "I'm 39 years old, and if watching friends die of overdoses won't keep me off drugs, this stupid film won't do the trick." My objections were noted, and my attendance duly recorded. By the way, I have never used recreational drugs, drink in moderation (beer and wine only), and never touched hard liquor.
When I finally got to class, there was only one seat open. I seated myself next to an attractive young lady. Only about 20% of the students were women, so the attractive ones were quite popular. She looked to be early to mid-20's, about 5'2", a bit on the hefty side of average, but with weight in all the right places. Brown hair tending toward the blonde end of the spectrum, light olive skin, and a very pretty face.
I wasn't looking for anything relationship-wise, but she smiled at me as I sat down. It was then I discovered she also had a beautiful smile. I returned it after the few seconds it took me to catch my breath. Damn, even if I were looking, she was about 15 years too young. Why did she have to look so fine? Was the Man Upstairs pulling a joke at my expense? Well considering the pranks I'd played at the factory, maybe I had it coming.
The room had eight tables that seated five for a class size of 40. A bit large, but it was an introductory class, and several would drop out along the way. At our first break, the people at my table introduced ourselves. Two of the guys were memorable, though my primary interest was the young lady: hey, my mind had decided I wasn't interested, but my hormones had me on automatic pilot. We've all been there.
Ron was a genius whose IQ exceeded my own, but he could scarcely write a sentence that ordinary minds could understand. I later discovered he wrote brilliant but incomprehensible code. I tutored him in writing comprehensibly and borrowed some of his brilliant code ideas. He was an odd duck, believing in the Celtic old religion and asserting the real existence of elves, fairies, orcs, vampires, werewolves.... He was dating a goth girl who he later broke up with because she was "too dark" (emotionally/spiritually - her complexion was whiter than mine even before applying whiteface.) I had a morbid curiosity about how dark she would be if she was darker than Ron, but I never followed up on that.
Greg was 22 and a class clown type, but a very good student. We bantered back and forth and became good friends, since I was a class clown myself in my younger days and had been the comedian of the machine shop. He introduced the young woman as "Gigi, the resident stone fox of the school that every guy wants to fuck, even the gay guys."
Gigi both blushed and smiled. Greg had tried unsuccessfully to date her several times, they knew each other from before school. She said, "oh stop it, Greg!" but it was obvious she liked the crude compliment though she wasn't interested in him.
I introduced myself next, saying" I'm Mickey," talking about myself and finishing with "Gigi, I'd never be as crude about it as Greg was, but he's not wrong. You are very beautiful. Tell us more about yourself."
