13th SupCom
I told part of this story in another entry, but there really wasn’t much detail to it, just the overall situation, which was tagged on to the end of a post about something else, so here is the ‘rest of the story’ as the old saying goes. I always got along well with the soldiers who were in my squad at Fort Hood. This particular situation came about while I was in the 13th Support Command.
I was in a unit that rebuilt tank transmissions and engines. Actually it was general repair, but we specialized in transmissions and were ‘the place’ to get that done. I think separate transmissions may have been shipped from all over the world for us to repair, but that isn’t really relative to the story, except to say that the tech supply area was huge and had lots of parts and that was my area. And, as is common, there were a lot of African-American troops in the supply area, which was alright with me, but it just ended up that I hung out with those folks after work and partied with them some. That was what led to this.
Sammy was one of my guys (and actually a white guy) and he was having a big blowout party at his place. He had a somewhat small apartment and it was packed. Lots of people there and loud music. It was mostly hip hop and rap sorta stuff going on, which isn’t really my bag, but I can hang and enjoy it with the right folks around, so I was having a good old time. I caught this one girl looking at me and smiling. This really was abnormal for me. Usually I had more difficulty with women, but I guess by this time (late 80’s) I was finally sort of coming into my own. More confident and not worried and I guess that came across.
I went over and introduced myself and she said, “I really like white guys” which was a pretty big clue for me. She was about maybe 5’ 6” and nice and curvy. A healthy girl, but not fat, ya know? Which was pretty much just my type. I hadn’t ever dated a black woman before, but I was willing to give it a go. After about twenty minutes or so, she told me she had to go to work, which struck me as odd, and then she asked if I wanted to go with her. She worked at a bar, so I thought she was a bartender, and I’d be getting free drinks all night. Well, the show was better.
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We got to this club (after stopping at her place for her to get changed) and it was a strip club. Well, I am not a big fan, honestly, but have been in maybe 6 clubs like that in my life. This one was different than the others. It had a bunch of small stages like islands with chairs around them. As it got busier a new island would open up with a new girl and people would move around island hopping I guess, to see different women. Other clubs I’ve been to have had one stage that would have multiple women, and they rotated new girls in and out, but this was a different arrangement.
My “date” came out and started dancing and I was the only one at her island. She was pretty buzzed, but was putting on a show mostly just for me. After one song she went back to the dressing room, I guess to change costumes or something, and the manager came over to me to tell me to take her home; she was too drunk to work.
She came out in her street clothes again, but just wanted to go to a hotel, not home. I wasn’t arguing. The whole dancing for me had gotten me a bit heated up. To paraphrase Tina Turner, she was my private stripper dancer.
The scene and the exercise at the hotel was pretty standard, and by this time I was sort of questioning my sanity. She wasn’t Einstein, and had a dead end job, and eventually I snuck out of the room and went back to the base.
I never heard from her again. I asked Sammy about her, but he said he never saw her before and had no idea where she came from. I didn’t remember where she lived, either, so I guess that’s the end of the story.
