My name is Chris and I'm 28 years old and I've been training in martial arts for almost 4 years when I tested for my black belt. It was a long test that took about 8 hours. We did everything that I trained for. It included of all our katas, sparring, philosophy, and all types of self-defense. Needless to say, I was very tired afterwards.
I took a week off from my job for this test and I had a few more days left to spare. I figured that I would drive to Miami and visit my aunt and cousin for a couple of days.
I woke up early and went to the shop to have my car serviced for my trip. It was a routine service like oil change, tire rotation, full inspection, and topped all my fluids. After I was done, it was time to hit the road. The distance from Orlando to Miami is about 230 miles.
It went smooth driving down the Florida's Turnpike. I was doing about 80-90 mph with the music blasting. When I got to Broward County, it started to rain. Then it got worse as I kept going. I went from 90 mph to barely 20 in a snap of a finger. People can't drive when it's raining and I hate that.
My cousin Phil called me on my cell to see if I was ok. I told him that I was and that I'm about 15 minutes away. He told me that when I get to his apartment complex, go directly to the apartment clubhouse behind the leasing office.
The storm was getting worse by the minute. I was about 3 blocks away from his complex and I couldn't see 20 feet in front of me!
After I finally arrived, the security gates were open and I drove in. Got to the clubhouse and ran top speed from my car to the door. It was no use. I was so wet that it looked like I took a shower with my clothes on. I went inside and I saw my cousin.
"You look a little wet!!" Phil said while laughing.
"No shit Sherlock!" I snapped back.
He approached me with a hug and said "It's good to see you"
"Yeah, it has been at least a couple of years".
Let me describe Phil before I go on. He's about 5'10 and about 190 – 200 lbs. He has short brown hair, hazel eyes, and pretty muscular. He looks attractive from a straight male's point of view. He never has had a girlfriend ever. My aunt was starting to wonder about him.
Phil had turned 18 a couple of weeks ago and was getting ready to graduate high school. He was shooting pool by himself in the clubhouse and I started to play.
"Are you good at pool?" he asked
"I can hold my own" I replied
We played for about 45 minutes and he killed me 6 straight games. It's a good thing that we didn't have money involved or I'll be broke.
"You suck!!" he commented
"Fuck you! I don't have time to play pool all day"
"You want to go to my house and get settled in?"
"OK, it looks like it stopped raining"
We drove to his apartment and went inside. He has a beautiful apartment. It's very spacious with marble floors, screened-in patio, and all black furniture. I loved it.
"You can sleep in the guest bedroom. Just drop your bags by the bed." Phil said.
"Cool that works for me!!"