6 Degrees Of Me

I had a friend in college that was an exotic dancer (I was tempted to end this post right there and move to the next 6?– isn’t that first sentence juicy enough?). You’ve heard the story at least once of the girl who dances to pay her way through college. Kathy I. was that girl. According to her, there were some night that she would bring home over 800 dollars. My freshman year Trenton State cost about $9K PER YEAR for room + board. It must be a great feeling to be able to pay for college using a week’s worth of pay.

I met Kathy, through one of my roommates my freshman year. Frank, Ron, and I were lucky enough to live in a room that was originally meant for two people. The room was about 15 feet wide and 15.5 feet long. Kathy was the type of girl that got attached to a boy (that boy being Frank) VERY fast, which meant that we had 4 people living in cramped conditions. In order to make more space Ron and I took Frank’s bed and removed it’s legs and propped it on top of one of our desks. Frank wasn’t too happy when he found out about that.

Kathy and Frank did not last very long. When Kathy found out that Frank was messing around with the puerto rican exchange student she, without incident, found another boy to attach herself to. It just so happened that this boy lived right down the hall. Life being one big coincidence meant that Kathy, who had a glass eye, was now dating a boy named Willie. Without fail, one of hallmates gave Kathy nickname the One Eyed Willie which spread like wildfire throughout the building.

I actually saw Kathy dance one night. My friends were taking me out for my birthday and felt like going to a strip joint. We walk in and there’s Kathy doing her thing on stage. Thankfully it was a bikini bar. There’s something unsettling about seeing someone you hang out with dancing nude on stage. It was still fairly unsettling seeing her partially clothed and shaking her mother’s wares.

Thank you reader for sticking with me this far. If you couldn’t guess from the title, this post refers to Michael Jordan. Yes the Michael Jordan, who, because of this wonderful blog has been annointed a close personal family member.Kathy came around one day and retold the events surrounding her encounter to a small group of us. As it turns out she was hanging out with some dancers in NY for an event thrown for the Chicago Bulls. Jordan approached her group of friends and asked them if they wanted to go to Atlantic City to hang out. They of course obliged and headed down in his limo with his entourage. She said she sat with him all night and watched him play cards. The entire night they were surrounded by bodyguards that created a human wall in effort to deter photographers. By the end of the night he had flushed around 100k down the toilet (I was tempted to drive down to AC and dive into the toilet that contained a normal person’s yearly salary).

Later on the in the day, when she wasn’t around, the boys debated whether or not anything else went down on that mysterious night. We were too afraid to ever ask her to her face but sometimes it’s better to just sit back and imagine the possibilites — if i could be like mike

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