Happy Valentines Day!
In honor of the heartfelt holiday I’ve decided to release more of the book. This is the 8th chapter, Nancy, to Long Legs in the Twin Cities. Please, feel free to leave comments in the box below. Enjoy.
Nancy was gorgeous, her bright smile and dirty blonde hair alone had me staying out until 5 AM on the other side of town. Yet again, setting my sights on a straight woman in a relationship, not only that but she was also moving halfway across the country and soon. South Minneapolis suddenly didn’t seem so far now.
She provided humor and hope when I could have easily fallen into a pit of despair. The company of Nancy would do for now, I found myself thinking. Pretending to empathize on a factual level was easy, but when Nancy told her story I saw how damaged and perfect she truly was. She spent high school on RPG games, chatting with strangers who offered more reality than her own family.
I had seen coping like this before; my own brother relied heavily upon video games during times of grief throughout his upbringing as well. Relating the two mentally built a picture of her, one that I couldn’t help but to feel for. Nancy had experienced the extreme and seemed unfazed though we both knew she spent many lonely nights with Franzia and tear drops. She was the type who was determined to cuddle themselves and took their coffee with a shot of Kahlua.
Those mentally unstable folk sure do know how to maintain healthy addictions. I can sure attest to that. That’s actually what brought us together for the first time. For me, it had become common practice to include a little jane in my pick-up attempts. Time tested and result proven; so i engrained that into my mind and whenever a pretty lady like Nancy smiled with perched lips and faded eyes that it tended to become a segway into further conversation.
She seemed flattered that I understood her on a dis-concerning level. She happily obliged, willing to bend the perception of reality at any chance. The first time Nancy brought me home, her state of living in disdain spoke volumes about the same isolation process I was prone to. Everything made sense about Nancy, at least to me. Others probably viewed her as another confused enigma, stuck between the throws of vanity and cynicism. I understood her as a woman with enough learned wisdom to become a modern day apostle of free will and moving forward. She took chances for a reason, it wasn’t the careless thinking people tended to write it off as.
Unfortunately in less than a week our time together was coming to an end. She was ready to move on and for this, I could not blame her. Nancy truly had something great waiting for her and for once I wasn’t jealous that it didn’t include myself. She may have known of my curiosities and fantasies but I worked hard to never succumb to them.
This was out of respect for Nancy. Her life had been full of nothing but trouble and sorrow, the last thing that she needed was someone like me. We said our goodbyes and I watched her drive out of my life.
Nancy, if you’re reading this thank you for the great impact you had on me in such a short amount of time. I had the option to continue to display ugly moral character but your tales were relateable and made me think for once. This was a needed and very positive change, but it did not last for long. Lizzy and I met shortly after which proved where my morals really sat, and it was not pretty.