Beauty and the Brain

Around “The Gym” we referred to him as “the Brain” Not for his pretentious attitude and intellect. It was in reference to the abnormally large, abstract structure that rested upon his shoulders. He pranced around the club in extremely close fitting cycle shorts. This was specifically so that he could display his goods. Thick coke bottle glasses with black frames decorated that strange object that he had for a head. He had an acquired accent. One that seemed of his own making rather than one that he grew into because of his origins. He claimed to be from some far off land and he had a strange name to prove it. Yet none of us really bought it. We just figured his parents didn’t love him and gave him a name like Kujawa.
He slithered across the floor and through the local watering holes as if he was the second coming of Christ. As if all should bow to him. Ferociously seeking out the next piece of ass to line his sheets with.
The beauty was very unique and intricate. Her name was Sarah. Quite challenged when it came to the male species especially when Kujawa was involved. I of course was her psychologist aka trainer. I listened to the ranting and cries of Sarah when she arrived to have found that he had been sleeping with the exotic waitress from the restaurant down the street. And of course she would take him back. On Tuesday nights, I would go to the Ristorante. A local joint on a street that was filled with eateries and bars. Like many of the other nearby places, in the summer, it had out door seating and plenty of live entertainment stomping around. Many of my coworkers would join in on the festivities. So Sarah had this little tiny problem…… She liked the bottle just a bit too much. Sometimes would even take a few sips before her workouts. That always made it more interesting. On one of the above mentioned Tuesday evenings, Sarah was out an about. Myself, and Ty, one of the other trainers, were sitting outside of the Ristorante. Ty also trained Sarah. Our phones began ringing. She was on a binge and Kujawa was out, his exotic lady friend was in tow. She was quite beautiful somewhat plain in style and elegant in her movement. Her features were what made her exotic. Thick black curls flowing down her back, huge almond like dark eyes and tanned skin. Slinky body with curves like an hour glass. Sarah did not fit this mold so Kujawa was sampling a different flavor for the evening. Sarah of course spotted them while in one of their regular haunts. It began a whirlwind of excitement to say the least. Ty and myself had met Kujawa and Kianna when they were in route to Bickford’s Bar. Sarah had a stool with her name on it. She was taking up residence that night. The fireworks began and down the street she stumbled, hobbling and hopping would be more like it. And holding her wrist with a twisted expression upon her pretty little face. Turns out that Sarah had actually fallen off the bar stool wrenching her ankle and then proceeded to fall off the sidewalk into the street when she left the bar. It was not til she sobered up that she got an x-ray to find that she had a little fracture in her wrist and a sprained ankle. Now we can’t place all of the blame upon Kujawa but, some responsibility should be taken. He had the audacity to go to the bar where Sarah had a long term lease on a stool, with his new toy and then to top it off introduce them.
It’s been years, I have since switched places of employment, destroyed a good number of cell phones and completely lost contact with Sarah and Kujawa. One could only imagine that the charade would continue with whomever they find themselves entangled with. Sarah chasing after a guy who can not commit. Kujawa moving through each woman like shit through a goose.