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.

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