if it wasn't him, I certainly cried out to him a lot
I may be mistaken, but I think I dated this dude in college.
Except back then, he didn't go by "the Christ." I called him Jeff. When he was being especially petulant, I broke out the Jeffrey. Apparently, I could've gotten away with calling him JC.
I always had to tilt my head to the left a lot when JC and I'd make out in the back of my kick ass '78 Pontiac Grand Prix (or "the Poncho," as he liked to call it), because he was always wearing a seed corn cap. He liked to hang with the "aggies" and fancied himself a man of the land more than a man of the people.
JC plied me with liquor when I turned 21. He wasn't lying - but then, I suppose, he NEVER lies - when he said those Long Island Ice Teas were the shit! After a couple rounds of those, it wasn't long before he leaned in and whispered something about wanting to sleep with me.
Oh, but I didn't give it up to him that easy. No sir. I made him get down on his knees and pray for it. Well, that's what I like to think he was doing, anyway. By the time I let him have that little prize, let's just say JC was coveting it.
I kept JC from bumping off a liquor store once. Good times. Given his lineage, you'd think that whole "stealing" thing wouldn't have been a thought in his cute little head. Hmmm.
JC and I talked about getting married a lot. We were so close to doing it, too. Then he got all weird and started preaching to me about having to work all the time, needing to provide for me. Hardly ever getting a day off. "I mean, honey, I really want a new pick up next year," he said. "Whatever, dude," I remember replying. "I mean, everybody needs a day off sometime, right? Geez..."
We broke up shortly after that. I caught him looking at other chicks. Not cool, JC. Not cool. Oh, I still hear from him from time to time. Usually about once a week. The dude can truly pontificate, so after awhile, I have to interrupt him and tell him I always appreciate when he has a kind word to share with me. Then I try to make him blush by reminding him about that one time, when we were parked by the lake and he asked me if I wanted to see how he fished. I just thought it was a line...