Jaimie

August 2009 I think was my friend Coco's birthday. The Jeanie Johnston pub in JP had karaoke and I was there with Abby and co. Coco was dating this guy named Andy, who was a punker, a nice guy. One of his friends sitting with him was this tall skinny guy with glasses and boat shoes. His legs were crossed and he did something kind of effeminate with his hands so I took him for gay. But he was cute and kept looking at me. Who could resist manic panic red hair after, all. Before I left he tried to get me to do a duet. I don't remember how we got together after that but we had a date at James' Gate and he told me all about how he currently was in a death metal band and in the past had done the whole hippie co-op thing. He'd also roadied for Against Me a long, long time ago, shit like that. Now he had a 9-5 job for blue collar job rights, wore a tie, had a dog, etc.
oh look, i found a picture
He actually owned a house. We watched family guy and had pizza, beer, and the only time I've ever done karaoke -"Talk dirty to me" by Poison. He went to Chicago on business while we were seeing each other and mentioned beforehand that he had a female friend there whom he'd probably sleep with on the trip. You know, just letting me know beforehand. His dog was tiny, but very protective and bit my naked thigh once in bed. He could only sleep comfortably with a pillow over his head.
Once after a night of partying we got breakfast at a cafe near my house. The next day over the phone he admitted that while sober he didn't have anything to talk about with me and pretty much ended the relationship. It made me extremely sour. He also drove drunk. Whatever.

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So yeah. The Captain was kind of crazy. He had a free bird tattoo on his neck. Also, a tattoo of a pin-up girl with small pox and a giant labia for a head. Abby told me that probably wasn't dating material. He always talked about the tattoos he'd give me-for free, after hours, but it never happened. It annoyed me when he'd try to pressure-"When am I gonna get to tattoo you??" and I'd reply "I dunno, when ARE you?" because we both knew he wouldn't. I gave him an awesome drawing once which I was hesitant about because in the past I'd given other people drawings and the relationship ended soon after. Same curse here. I don't know why, it just always happens.
Some time late last year or early this year he was over at my place and got too rough. Biting or choking and I wasn't into it so he hit me across the face. And then when I freaked out he wouldn't leave. He stopped but wouldn't leave, tried talking or pretending to be sorry. I don't think he was, just that it was cold out and too late to catch a train back to Salem so staying at my place was easier. And as I was breathing fire he attempted to calm me down so it wouldn't be quite so awkward to stay. I've never felt so powerless. I just wanted to be alone and here the dude wouldn't even get out of my bed.
The last time I saw him was days before moving to Chicago. I had a bundle of foreign coins and was on Commonwealth ave, trading them in for american cash, strutting down the sidewalk, happy to be done at my job, possibly even whistling when I saw him coming down the street. He looked older for some reason, pale, dressed all in black with black hair, like a vampire. We were civil. The only thought in my mind was that he looked like the antichrist, but he'd probably like that.

There was a gap between the Captain and Kyle #2 last year when I briefly dated Jaimie. It was only for a month or so, Sept I think. Trying to count backwards here.
Kyle #2-winter 2010,
Jaimie-fall 2009,
Captain-spring/summer 2009,
David -briefly spring 2009,
Adam-fall 2008.

Exey

I dated the Captain in 2009. At the time I had pink hair and was still upset over being dumped a few months earlier by Adam, the prettiest guy I ever dated. I was living with Abby and her geriatric cat Ophie, who was in love with me. Her other geriatric cat Qipu had just passed away and she wanted to get a tattoo to remember him. Qipu's ashes were in a box on top of Abby's trophy for taint licking in her bedroom. We went to the best tattoo shop in Boston, just down the street from where we lived. I'd been there before but the Captain was a newish employee. About my height, mid-30s, jet black pompadour, covered in tattoos. Neck, hands, fingers, the works. While Abby was being worked on by another employee the Captain and I half-chatted and flirted. I don't really know how to flirt, by the way. Sometimes I try too hard or vice versa but this was nice and even. It was one of those magical times when you just know something's going to happen. My friend Coco also worked at the shop and warned me that he was okay but she was unsure of his attitude towards women. I also heard him talking to a friend while at the shop about some younger girl and wasn't being too polite...though his mocking of her fake Coach bag tipped me off that she was probably the kind of girl I'd openly mock as well. He was aggressive and alive. I liked it.
Later in the week we had a drink at the Brendan Behan pub and while I told myself to take this one slow I also knew it wasn't going to happen. Captain was his real name, he changed it from Robert or something a while ago. He was from Virginia or Kentucky but was obsessed with Halloween and while on a trip to Salem, Mass decided he wanted to live there. Something told me he had issues which made up and moving easy. I knew exactly how that was, after all. We left the bar and went to a hotel, partied like rock stars...and that's pretty much how the relationship went. It wasn't all sex. Like I said he was obsessed with Halloween and the devil and gore which drove me wild. His apartment in Salem was two floors of creepy shit with blood paintings and a cemetery in the backyard (not uncommon in Salem). We watched more horror movies than you can shake a stick at, had expensive dinners, licked each other's tattoos, explored Boston, loved Skynyrd.
Captain talked so fast you could hardly get a word in and when he asked things about me I had short answers but he didn't really listen. He just waited for his turn to talk. He was so crazy and exciting it was fun for a while. I couldn't really call him a real boyfriend but was okay with what it was. After a while the sex became too rough. He'd roll over and sleep with his back to me and when I tried to spoon him he farted. I became annoyed with staring at his tattooed butt while he slept. I became annoyed with his lewd jokes and nose picking and trying to go down on me if I had my period or had just taken a dump. Sometimes you just don't want it. We saw each other once a week or so.
I moved into a different house in the same neighborhood and my bedroom window opened onto a back porch on the second floor. Captain would knock on the window after midnight and crawl inside. It was June and so fucking hot, 100 or hotter for days and days with no air. His sweaty body in my bed became too much. Pretty soon his attitude towards women became all too clear. Not a woman hater but certainly a sadist. Too rough, too much pain. The Captain had a kid back south but clearly just needed to be selfish and was like a big kid. I couldn't handle it.

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