"Michael, i have a few things to talk to you about. First, how can you accurately observe me if you are at work from 8 to 5 pm daily? I don't think its fair for you to judge how long it should take me to start a business in a town I have spent a week in. Furthermore, you never ask me how I'm doing, what I'm doing or how I am settling in here. I think its rather unfair for you to come at me the way you did. And, the way you and I live here is like we are strangers. Everyone keeps reminding me that we have been friends for eight years but honestly it feels like we are roommates. Not friends. Did you think I came all the way out here, drove 32 hours just so i could have a place to stay and a job opportunity?! Part of the reason why i came out her was to reconnect with you as friends, as whatever! And you and I have not done one thing together as friends. I have asked you to do things with me and you always say no."
"Well Kristen, I haven't really wanted to go out and do anything and the river floating activity we were going to do didn't happen last week because no one wanted to go. I told you the last time we saw each other last year how i felt about you and I in a relationship. And if I'm not bringing that up directly then its not where my head is at."
"Okay...."
"When you wear your nightgown yeah my mind starts to wander and go other places. When you talk about shaving, yeah my mind starts go a little crazy. But, I haven't said anything directly about you and I."
I was still confused but I didn't provoke any more conversation about any of the topics presented. I realized that Michael was a little too emotionally stupid to comprehend exactly what I was saying. And he was too emotionally inept to be direct about how he really felt about me. Neither one of us was trying to be vulnerable.
That night I ended up doing my own thing and he ended up "doing him."
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The next morning, Michael had put together a group to go river floating for hours. He had gotten all the materials needed and a group of 5 girls and 5 guys. We took to the road to head out to the river to float and go cliff jumping. When we arrived, I ended up meeting everyone on the trip while Michael helped out the girls drive their car to the end of the river where we would dock and drive our cars back to the beginning and then go home.
We all got a little buzz from the alcohol served and started to get to know each other before we put on our vests and hopped into the rafts. I paddled the water hard as everyone was laughing and joking and having a good time. I was enjoying myself out on the open river as we sailed for hours and then some of us got out of the raft to swim. The guys were making fun of each other and splashing the girls that didn't want to get wet. We stopped at a sandbank and skipped rocks for a while and then the girls came up to me and talked to me about whether Michael and I were an item. I stayed pretty silent about it and let others make their assumptions that I knew little about. I honestly couldn't tell if he liked me or not. And was making sure I cared little about that as I knew how expectations of others could jeopardize any good experience if based only on others involved. I remained silent.
As we continued to sail we finally reached the spot where we all decided to cliff jump off a cliff into the river. As i climbed up the large hill to the top Michael incessantly called my name so we could jump together. "Kristen, Kristen!! Come over here!!!"
"I'm coming, i'm coming." I murmured back.
We were the first two to hold hands and jump off the cliff into the water. I screamed the whole way down and he grabbed me after i emerged out of the water and gasped for air as water had filled my lungs.
"Did you have your mouth open girl?" "Put your knees to your chest. Are you knees to your chest?"
They weren't and then i had no choice but to put them there so i could breathe.
That was the first and only time Michael and I had done anything sincerely together. But i felt odd that i had to ask someone who i thought respected me to do that much in the first place.
After he took turns holding hands with everyone and jumping we got in the raft and began to float again to the end of the journey to where the other cars were parked.
We all decided we would meet up later on to cook out and drink and smoke hookah and play cards.
Tiffany who had ridden down with us starting to bond with Michael in the car as they spoke about black and white racial issues. I refused to join as it was a repetitive topic with Michael for years now and it was becoming a boring one as I had heard it all before.
Tiffany and Michael continued to bond on that note and had reached a common ground. I liked Tiffany as she was nice, somewhat introverted, spoke her mind and seemed like a down-to-earth kind of girl. We dropped off Tiffany and Michael said that we would pick her up later for the cook out. After showering, I decided that I would drive us all to Michael's friend's house for the cook out festivities.
We all stopped at Albertsons first to pick up some more food items to put on the grill and to make. Tiffany grabbed a few things and so did Michael. When we got to Lenny's house for the cookout I started to play cards with the girls and sip on a drink. Michael and Tiffany were seasoning meat together like high school sweethearts. I didn't let it bother me as I was confused as to who Michael was to me in the first place. I got so tipsy that i had Michael season the veggies that i had bought. Eventually after the food took 3 hours to cook people left and then there were only four of us. Michael, Tiffany, Lenny and me.
"So Kristen, what's the craziest thing you've ever done?"
"Wait, wait, wait, we are going to go around the table an ask everyone what the craziest thing everyone has done."
Tiffany had made out with a girl.
I said something about doing a drive by past a guy's house that i was in love with but had ended things with.
Lenny said something about having sex with his wife while in a company car.
And Michael told us all about how he had almost had a foursome with 3 ladies; a mom, a daughter and the daughter's friend. But he claimed he couldn't after the mom walked in and took off all of her clothes and wanted to join on the sexual escapade and said he ran out of the room.
My idea of Michael quickly changed to someone who was dirty, unclean and not the person who i had read bible verses with at 2am in the morning. The real him was slowly but surely starting to emerge and only time would tell, if coming to Montana was a mistake.
Monday, August 11, 2014
My Montana Pt. 3
Michael's birthday had recently past and I asked him if he wanted to go out and celebrate. He incessantly said "no". I sincerely wanted to reconnect with my friend whom I hadn't seen in over a year and each time I invited him to do an activity with me, it was met with a "no". I soon gave up as I began to notice he was cold towards me. We didn't make much conversation, we didn't do any activities together, even when we went to the gym together he was on the opposite side of the gym doing his own thing. I tried to be polite and friendly and soon grew to accept that perhaps we weren't as close as I had originally thought. He was on his phone 24/7, texting or talking while ignoring me and my presence. The only time he noticed me was when he was talking about health, his plants or gossiping about other people.
Everyday, we were relentlessly at Miss Chriss's house, eating dinner, talking or debating about what other people had said about something he disagreed with. I realized I was constantly in the midst of a battlefield that Michael created.
Every night as I slept in his bed, and he slept on his couch I was reminded of how Carlyle loved me, would make love to me and how affectionately he would hug and kiss me. I missed him. And although, I knew he wasn't the best for me, I craved the love and care he gave me. I had let him go.
I still tried to be kind to him and decided to get him a birthday gift. It was a card that said, "God gave a gift to this world when he decided to create You!" It was the sweetest card I think I had given anyone in a long time. And then a book called "Angels Among Us". I cooked a Vegan Banana Bread that was so moist it melted in your mouth. But when i brought it over to Miss Chriss's house for everyone to eat, Michael didn't have a piece. While everyone expressed over and over how tasty it was, he said nothing. I was starting to see that the friend I thought I once had was more of an acquaintance because of the lack of interest he had in me as a person and the lack of communication. But still, later on that night I decided to finally give him the book and card I had gotten him. So, when we were both winding down, I brushing my teeth and he cleaning up the kitchen, I came out of his room and handed him the book and card. "By the way, this is for you". He looked surprised and took the book and the card from my hand and went towards the kitchen to read it in silence.
As I laid in bed, he came back to my room (which was his room) and asked if I could read the note I wrote in the book I gave him. I read the note carefully and sweetly and then asked him if he wanted to read one of the stories in the "Chicken Soup for the Soul:Angels Among Us" book. I read the book carefully as he laid next to me gazing at me reading one of the stories tenderly. And when it was over we chatted about encounters with angels and other things before he made his way to his bed on the couch. It was the first time since I had been there that we had truly connected. Another night, we watched a movie together on the couch and ate french fries. But that was as close to true friendship we had gotten. The other days spent with him there we were like strangers. He never spoke to me or asked me how my day was, or what i did throughout the day or how I was settling. He stayed up late talking/murmuring on the phone to friends into the wee hours of the morning and did his own thing. I felt like we were roommates. I decided after celebrating my week in Great Falls at On The Border that I would take myself out to the mall and go shopping...even if it was window shopping. I blew off Miss Chriss and her repeated calls and decided to take a "Me" day. Michael called me and I returned his call later after ignoring him to celebrate me. When i finally got to his place he said he wanted to "talk". I assumed it had everything to do with what I was doing with Miss Chriss business-wise and any future plans for me staying at his place or hers.
"Kristen, so i have been observing you this past week and I want to know why you think I asked you to come here?"
"Ummm, to help Miss Chriss out with her business?"
"Yeah so its been a week, and what have you guys done?"
"Umm, i have been helping her everyday with her business."
"Well what have you done to create a business underneath hers? Have you gone up to the college gym to see if you could put up flyers? Have you visited any of the places she took you so you could set up your personal training?"
"Michael, you don't start a business in a week. Thats not how it goes. Furthermore, I need quick cash to pay my bills and starting up a personal training business takes time. You don't start a business overnight."
"Well, okay Kristen, but has Miss Chriss talked to you about payment to help her with her business?"
"Well I don't think she's trying to pay me because she said she would rather keep that money to herself than have to spend money on paying someone else to do the work she has."
"Well you guys need to talk to find out what is going on. It seems like Miss Chriss may have other ideas for you and ya'll don't sound on the same page."
"Well, yeah i agree. I will talk to her. I have to talk to her sometime before her surgery so I will talk to her soon."
"Okay." Michael concluded.
I had a hard time stomaching the conversation as it seemed as though Michael had had other plans for me on a different timeline that I had no idea about. The whole conversation gave me a weird feeling and a bad taste in my mouth. I thought to myself "How could Michael be observing what I have been doing if he is gone from 8 - 5 pm daily and why was this the first real conversation we were having in two weeks?"
I went out for a little while and came back later after grabbing something to eat. My mind was clear. I had told Miss Chriss that i would let her know when I'd be staying with her as it was part of Michael's plan to "dump" me at her place. I finally was able to speak up and state what was on my mind confidently after realizing that him inviting me to stay with him had very little to do with helping me and every bit of it was to help himself and Miss Chriss.
Everyday, we were relentlessly at Miss Chriss's house, eating dinner, talking or debating about what other people had said about something he disagreed with. I realized I was constantly in the midst of a battlefield that Michael created.
Every night as I slept in his bed, and he slept on his couch I was reminded of how Carlyle loved me, would make love to me and how affectionately he would hug and kiss me. I missed him. And although, I knew he wasn't the best for me, I craved the love and care he gave me. I had let him go.
I still tried to be kind to him and decided to get him a birthday gift. It was a card that said, "God gave a gift to this world when he decided to create You!" It was the sweetest card I think I had given anyone in a long time. And then a book called "Angels Among Us". I cooked a Vegan Banana Bread that was so moist it melted in your mouth. But when i brought it over to Miss Chriss's house for everyone to eat, Michael didn't have a piece. While everyone expressed over and over how tasty it was, he said nothing. I was starting to see that the friend I thought I once had was more of an acquaintance because of the lack of interest he had in me as a person and the lack of communication. But still, later on that night I decided to finally give him the book and card I had gotten him. So, when we were both winding down, I brushing my teeth and he cleaning up the kitchen, I came out of his room and handed him the book and card. "By the way, this is for you". He looked surprised and took the book and the card from my hand and went towards the kitchen to read it in silence.
As I laid in bed, he came back to my room (which was his room) and asked if I could read the note I wrote in the book I gave him. I read the note carefully and sweetly and then asked him if he wanted to read one of the stories in the "Chicken Soup for the Soul:Angels Among Us" book. I read the book carefully as he laid next to me gazing at me reading one of the stories tenderly. And when it was over we chatted about encounters with angels and other things before he made his way to his bed on the couch. It was the first time since I had been there that we had truly connected. Another night, we watched a movie together on the couch and ate french fries. But that was as close to true friendship we had gotten. The other days spent with him there we were like strangers. He never spoke to me or asked me how my day was, or what i did throughout the day or how I was settling. He stayed up late talking/murmuring on the phone to friends into the wee hours of the morning and did his own thing. I felt like we were roommates. I decided after celebrating my week in Great Falls at On The Border that I would take myself out to the mall and go shopping...even if it was window shopping. I blew off Miss Chriss and her repeated calls and decided to take a "Me" day. Michael called me and I returned his call later after ignoring him to celebrate me. When i finally got to his place he said he wanted to "talk". I assumed it had everything to do with what I was doing with Miss Chriss business-wise and any future plans for me staying at his place or hers.
"Kristen, so i have been observing you this past week and I want to know why you think I asked you to come here?"
"Ummm, to help Miss Chriss out with her business?"
"Yeah so its been a week, and what have you guys done?"
"Umm, i have been helping her everyday with her business."
"Well what have you done to create a business underneath hers? Have you gone up to the college gym to see if you could put up flyers? Have you visited any of the places she took you so you could set up your personal training?"
"Michael, you don't start a business in a week. Thats not how it goes. Furthermore, I need quick cash to pay my bills and starting up a personal training business takes time. You don't start a business overnight."
"Well, okay Kristen, but has Miss Chriss talked to you about payment to help her with her business?"
"Well I don't think she's trying to pay me because she said she would rather keep that money to herself than have to spend money on paying someone else to do the work she has."
"Well you guys need to talk to find out what is going on. It seems like Miss Chriss may have other ideas for you and ya'll don't sound on the same page."
"Well, yeah i agree. I will talk to her. I have to talk to her sometime before her surgery so I will talk to her soon."
"Okay." Michael concluded.
I had a hard time stomaching the conversation as it seemed as though Michael had had other plans for me on a different timeline that I had no idea about. The whole conversation gave me a weird feeling and a bad taste in my mouth. I thought to myself "How could Michael be observing what I have been doing if he is gone from 8 - 5 pm daily and why was this the first real conversation we were having in two weeks?"
I went out for a little while and came back later after grabbing something to eat. My mind was clear. I had told Miss Chriss that i would let her know when I'd be staying with her as it was part of Michael's plan to "dump" me at her place. I finally was able to speak up and state what was on my mind confidently after realizing that him inviting me to stay with him had very little to do with helping me and every bit of it was to help himself and Miss Chriss.
My Montana pt. 2
Michael glared at me and then smiled after I said "Hi!"
I blushed and smiled back.
"So hey! Thank you!!" I said to everything he had offered to me and for caring.
We sheepishly hugged. And continued to make small talk. There was an air of attraction and awkwardness between us both. Then things grew silent until we got to Miss Chriss's house. I had driven my car behind Michael's to follow him to her house where she was making a welcome meal for all of us celebrating the end of my journey and new life in Montana.
Mr. Harold, Miss Chriss's business partner, a Haitian man with a thick accent sat at the table with us and started asking Michael and I questions on how we were friends "for 8 years and you both aren't married?"
Michael and I blushed. Mr. Harold continued to ask me questions on if I was attracted to Michael and if he had qualities that I liked. I smiled and looked over at Michael and said, "Yes, there are a number of qualities he has that I like about him."
Michael remained conveniently silent.
"Mr. Harold, are you married?" I shot back.
"I'm married to Michael", Mr. Harold said avoiding the question.
Meanwhile, Miss Chriss was in the kitchen cooking food and then Michael soon came in to help her finish sauteeing the meal. My mind started to drift off to what I would be doing in the town and what would happen in the coming days. I wasn't exactly sure of what I would be doing but resigned to going with the flow of things and figuring out what my next job would be.
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Miss Chriss called me daily for help with her business or to go out with her to the food store, to the farmer's market, to her shop that she had open. Wherever and whenever she called me, I answered to help her with her business as I had promised. After all, her surgery was coming up soon and I was here to help her with her business. So, i helped her with her storage, with making bouquets of flowers, with cooking dinner, with ideas of how to add me into her business in visiting different places for us to have personal training bootcamps or exercise classes. Everyday it was something new and I made myself available to her.
Meanwhile, I was staying at Michael's house and he was always in some kind of negative mood, in the middle of conflict or debating with someone or just would ignore me. I was unsure of what I was to him-- if I were still his friend at minimum or a lover. So, while he was upstairs getting something and I was waiting in his car, I looked in his glove compartment to see if he had "emergency condoms" like the last two guys I had dated had purposely put in there, "just in case". Sure enough, as soon as I got the glove compartment open it would not shut back. There I was trying to push it up and down and it would not lock. Soon enough, Michael came running down the stairs and saw the mishap. "So, did you open this or did it fall open?" I nodded and said "Yeah". He said "So you opened it?"
I smiled and said "Yeah." "I was looking to see if you had any emergency condoms." I giggled.
Sure enough, Michael got quiet and didn't find it amusing. We continued in silence for the rest of the drive to Miss Chriss's house and I felt embarrassed and awkward that I was so honest. But I knew, I'd rather be honest than lie about something so sensitive. But, i figured, like the last time I visited Michael and he let me stay at his place, perhaps he wanted something in return if I could not pay him money for staying at his place. He was a man, he had his motivations and we were just friends...or so I thought.
I blushed and smiled back.
"So hey! Thank you!!" I said to everything he had offered to me and for caring.
We sheepishly hugged. And continued to make small talk. There was an air of attraction and awkwardness between us both. Then things grew silent until we got to Miss Chriss's house. I had driven my car behind Michael's to follow him to her house where she was making a welcome meal for all of us celebrating the end of my journey and new life in Montana.
Mr. Harold, Miss Chriss's business partner, a Haitian man with a thick accent sat at the table with us and started asking Michael and I questions on how we were friends "for 8 years and you both aren't married?"
Michael and I blushed. Mr. Harold continued to ask me questions on if I was attracted to Michael and if he had qualities that I liked. I smiled and looked over at Michael and said, "Yes, there are a number of qualities he has that I like about him."
Michael remained conveniently silent.
"Mr. Harold, are you married?" I shot back.
"I'm married to Michael", Mr. Harold said avoiding the question.
Meanwhile, Miss Chriss was in the kitchen cooking food and then Michael soon came in to help her finish sauteeing the meal. My mind started to drift off to what I would be doing in the town and what would happen in the coming days. I wasn't exactly sure of what I would be doing but resigned to going with the flow of things and figuring out what my next job would be.
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Miss Chriss called me daily for help with her business or to go out with her to the food store, to the farmer's market, to her shop that she had open. Wherever and whenever she called me, I answered to help her with her business as I had promised. After all, her surgery was coming up soon and I was here to help her with her business. So, i helped her with her storage, with making bouquets of flowers, with cooking dinner, with ideas of how to add me into her business in visiting different places for us to have personal training bootcamps or exercise classes. Everyday it was something new and I made myself available to her.
Meanwhile, I was staying at Michael's house and he was always in some kind of negative mood, in the middle of conflict or debating with someone or just would ignore me. I was unsure of what I was to him-- if I were still his friend at minimum or a lover. So, while he was upstairs getting something and I was waiting in his car, I looked in his glove compartment to see if he had "emergency condoms" like the last two guys I had dated had purposely put in there, "just in case". Sure enough, as soon as I got the glove compartment open it would not shut back. There I was trying to push it up and down and it would not lock. Soon enough, Michael came running down the stairs and saw the mishap. "So, did you open this or did it fall open?" I nodded and said "Yeah". He said "So you opened it?"
I smiled and said "Yeah." "I was looking to see if you had any emergency condoms." I giggled.
Sure enough, Michael got quiet and didn't find it amusing. We continued in silence for the rest of the drive to Miss Chriss's house and I felt embarrassed and awkward that I was so honest. But I knew, I'd rather be honest than lie about something so sensitive. But, i figured, like the last time I visited Michael and he let me stay at his place, perhaps he wanted something in return if I could not pay him money for staying at his place. He was a man, he had his motivations and we were just friends...or so I thought.
When You're Lost....My Montana
So he said, "What's holding you there, in VA? Nothing, right?"
I said, "Well, yeah. Nothing."
"Kristen, come out here and stay with me. I know a lady that has opportunities for you to work with her and eventually, you could get your personal training business up and running under her. She does massage therapy and teaches the course, so you could take her class and learn how to do it yourself and work for her."
Little did I know, that wasn't the full story.
So after realizing that nothing was really holding me in Virginia and not being that close to my family I decided to head out to Montana. I knew it would be a stop on my journey to L.A. to be with my best friend. I knew that my calling was no longer here, in the suburbs of Virginia...and with all the family issues, the job issues, the personal life issues, I figured I could use a brand new start. Michael, my friend of 8 years had offered his home to me and I had accepted.
After resigning my last job where they were paying the other employees my commission, I decided to leave sooner than planned and with only a few hundred dollars saved. I visited all family members before I left and embarked on the 32-hour trip with two suitcases of clothes in my back trunk and various of random belongings including a pillow and blanket from home.
The first day of driving was nine hours that were relatively uneventful, thank goodness! I had enough time to reflect on what I was doing and what I was hoping to find. I quickly realized that what I was doing was based largely on the feeling that I was needed somewhere else more than the place I considered home for 14 years. It was the longest time I had spent in any one place in all my life. I was ready for an adventure. I was ready to let go of all the things that were holding me back from truly living. I was fearless. I had a little bit of money, some willpower and alot of ambition for the life I could have instead of the life I was living where i was struggling just to make ends meet.
I continued the rest of my journey rather smoothly through Maryland, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Michigan, Minnesota, North Dakota and finally Montana. It was just as beautiful as it was three years prior and it was the last vacation i had taken anywhere. I was going "with the flow of energy." I made sure I had few attachments to things or people while loving them both.
After my arrival and being without service for the last 7 hours from North Dakota all the way to Great Falls I could not call anyone or text anyone that I had safely arrived. After the run-around to finding telephone service and getting a new phone, service and new number I was finally able to contact Michael that I had arrived. It had been two hours since I had arrived and I was stuck at Wal-Mart after getting lost with the address Michael had given me to his place.
I couldn't wait to call and text ALL those friends and family who had been with me virtually on the journey and after traveling for 32 hours alone, 3 days and 2 nights to be exact I was anxious for face-to-face human interaction. So, I quickly called Michael to meet me at Wal-Mart, then my best friend, then my mom who I had lost connection with since North Dakota. I was excited that I had made it all by myself.
I immediately remembered the last time I was here, in Montana. The fun times I had had with my friend. The outdoor adventures we had, the beautiful waterfall and hikes we made together. We had had fun. The drunken night with endless glasses of Sangria. It made me wonder how he had truly been in the Air Force. He was handsome and the kind of guy that seemed like a protector...like he would have my back when the unsuspected happened. I trusted him. As my mind drifted back to reality, I saw Michael's car drive up to me in front of the Wal-Mart and was quickly reminded of how handsome he was.
I said, "Well, yeah. Nothing."
"Kristen, come out here and stay with me. I know a lady that has opportunities for you to work with her and eventually, you could get your personal training business up and running under her. She does massage therapy and teaches the course, so you could take her class and learn how to do it yourself and work for her."
Little did I know, that wasn't the full story.
So after realizing that nothing was really holding me in Virginia and not being that close to my family I decided to head out to Montana. I knew it would be a stop on my journey to L.A. to be with my best friend. I knew that my calling was no longer here, in the suburbs of Virginia...and with all the family issues, the job issues, the personal life issues, I figured I could use a brand new start. Michael, my friend of 8 years had offered his home to me and I had accepted.
After resigning my last job where they were paying the other employees my commission, I decided to leave sooner than planned and with only a few hundred dollars saved. I visited all family members before I left and embarked on the 32-hour trip with two suitcases of clothes in my back trunk and various of random belongings including a pillow and blanket from home.
The first day of driving was nine hours that were relatively uneventful, thank goodness! I had enough time to reflect on what I was doing and what I was hoping to find. I quickly realized that what I was doing was based largely on the feeling that I was needed somewhere else more than the place I considered home for 14 years. It was the longest time I had spent in any one place in all my life. I was ready for an adventure. I was ready to let go of all the things that were holding me back from truly living. I was fearless. I had a little bit of money, some willpower and alot of ambition for the life I could have instead of the life I was living where i was struggling just to make ends meet.
I continued the rest of my journey rather smoothly through Maryland, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Michigan, Minnesota, North Dakota and finally Montana. It was just as beautiful as it was three years prior and it was the last vacation i had taken anywhere. I was going "with the flow of energy." I made sure I had few attachments to things or people while loving them both.
After my arrival and being without service for the last 7 hours from North Dakota all the way to Great Falls I could not call anyone or text anyone that I had safely arrived. After the run-around to finding telephone service and getting a new phone, service and new number I was finally able to contact Michael that I had arrived. It had been two hours since I had arrived and I was stuck at Wal-Mart after getting lost with the address Michael had given me to his place.
I couldn't wait to call and text ALL those friends and family who had been with me virtually on the journey and after traveling for 32 hours alone, 3 days and 2 nights to be exact I was anxious for face-to-face human interaction. So, I quickly called Michael to meet me at Wal-Mart, then my best friend, then my mom who I had lost connection with since North Dakota. I was excited that I had made it all by myself.
I immediately remembered the last time I was here, in Montana. The fun times I had had with my friend. The outdoor adventures we had, the beautiful waterfall and hikes we made together. We had had fun. The drunken night with endless glasses of Sangria. It made me wonder how he had truly been in the Air Force. He was handsome and the kind of guy that seemed like a protector...like he would have my back when the unsuspected happened. I trusted him. As my mind drifted back to reality, I saw Michael's car drive up to me in front of the Wal-Mart and was quickly reminded of how handsome he was.
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