Fleet-ish
Current mood: amused

Fleet-ish (n) : A manner of speaking when drunk or under the influence characterized by loud and prolonged vocalizations.

David Fleet is a sound guy. He worked for NYSAF along with the rest of us. He... is an interesting guy. I did not converse with Fleet, as we called him, because well... I really felt no need to. In his own way he was kind of attractive, but he smoked a lot, drank a lot, and just isn't the type of person that I can see myself spending a large amount of time with.

However, during the past couple weeks or so of the season, Fleet caught wind, err.. noticed, me. The first time he spoke with me was after the BBQ and a bunch of us sat out by the picnic table, trying to finish the Keg. Or were there two kegs? I don't remember. Anyways... the group number had dwindled and Fleet sat opposite of me. He looked at me suddenly, his eyes glazed over with too much alcohol, and smiled. I smiled and nodded back at him. He asked what I was thinking about and I said "nothing." He then replied, "you're thinking about my cock aren't you?" Shocked.. I could only reply, "Yes Fleet. Yes I am." He smiled, laughed, and then proceeded to get me to try to go back with him to his place.

A few nights later, he tried again. However, during that evening He couldn't even remember my name. Yeah.. that's going to make me want to sleep with him. This time I informed him I am a virgin, which seemed to only intensify his desire for me instead of defering it. I still refused and quickly left.

Another evening, he asked again and again.. and again. But again, I rebuffed his offer and decided to call it a night.

The last night before we all left Poughkeepsie, I was hitting it off really well with a lighting guy, Erin. Very sweet guy. But his supervisor took a turn for the worst and wound up puking all over our friend Amber's kitchen. So Erin and Will, another lighting guy, left to take care of him, ensuring they'd return. Before I knew it, Fleet, being ridiculously drunk, planted himself next to me, pulled me next to him, and began to try and sweet talk me.
I could barely understand what he was trying to say. Next thing I knew, he grabbed my ass and I pushed him and yelled at him. The picnic table got very quiet. Yet he insisted and continued to pursue me. I didn't mind as long as he kept his hands in check. I figured, better me than some poor other girl. At least I could keep him somewhat under control.
As the evening wore on though, more and more people started to disappear and I was worried Erin would not return. I didn't want to go to bed because this was the last evening I'd get to spend with Erin and Will. So I stayed.
When I thought I could take it no more, Fleet attached to me like a piece of plastic wrap, kissing my neck, and squeezing me tight, Erin, Will, and Dan showed up. They quickly understood that I needed help and didn't want Fleet all over me. Will signaled for me to make a run for with them. I pushed Fleet over where he quickly passed out and we booked it!

I kind of feel sorry for Fleet. He made a bad decision in trying to get me to sleep with him. He isn't that bad looking of a guy he just needs to change his lifestyle up a bit. He needs to learn some respect for women and cool it on the drinking and smoking. I have to give him props though, he has some great music. I'm hoping he'll put it up on Myspace soon and I hope he does well whereever he goes. Maybe we'll run into each other again, though hopefully while he's sober. Heh.. goodluck Fleet.