Wow, now there's a mistake. Harveysgirl, as you can imagine, gets her name from where she works, Harveys. I assume she still works there.
I had two friends that worked in the said fast food establishment, and went to visit them from time to time. One night when returning from Hamilton, I stopped in to Harveys, to see if I could borrow up to ten bucks for gas cash, so my mom wouldn't know I drove out of town. At least, I think that was the case. My two friends were there, Harveysgirl was there, and I think that was it actually. I had never noticed or spoke to her before, but she was out washing the floor and we started talking for whatever reason.
She was pretty damn good looking. Not in the kind of way I prefer... but in the popular, sweater-wearing club-patronizing good looking kind of way. The cheerleader kind of way, I guess. But hey, I figured I'd make some of my friends jealous if I ever made anything out of it, so that'd be pretty cool. With her long curly blondish hair, big brown eyes and marvelously large and well shaped breasts, I'd be the envy of each and every one of my geek friends. But there was still the barrier of me... me the geeky, scraggly haired, possibly-dropped-as-a-baby dude with a bitchy attitude and eyes for change.
We talked that night. We talked another night when my friends were working. Then, one night I got some real balls and figured I'd give it a shot and go it alone, and pass or fail on my merit. And I guess I passed. I drove out, we talked outside and I got her number. Insane. We went out a couple of times, and I had no idea what to make of her. I think then I realized I was kind of out of my league. I mean, there's probably a reason I dig chicks that don't really fit into her category. One of the main things is the manipulation factor. Now girls, you have to admit... you're all manipulative to a degree. You are, don't bother LYING about it. There's some that are more than others. Harveysgirl... she was one of the better ones I've been pitted against.
But is this a place for the complaints? No, I've already done that in another little spiel. What I need to do is find the lighter side of Harveysgirl. Hmn, lets see... what do I remember that could be worth noting? Well, one night we were out, on our way to a waterfall, and we stopped by the road. Why? Cows. I like cows. I like them a lot more than HORSES, but that's another story (ahem, PANTSSTEALER?). And we just stood around watching the cows. I was going to go over the fence, maybe try to ride one, but we thought it was electric. Other than that, really I don't know what to say. Our time together should have ended at one point I'm about to identify, but it just didn't. One night on the phone with the ambiguous young lady she started on what was either a wonderful wacky whack of lies, or idiocy in it's purest white-trashiest forms. Somehow the conversation evolved into words about her belief in psychics. But not just regular psychics... phone psychics. She told me basically that she couldn't see me ‘like that' because her phone psychic told her that she was going to meet her future husband during the upcoming summer. And he would be tall, and would have short blond hair (I think) and green eyes. Oh, I said. You can't be serious, I thought. And that should been the end of it for me. Do you think it remotely was? Exactly right, fearless reader. I still spoke to her and one weekend accompanied her to London to stay with her friends. Well, she stayed with hers, I stayed with mine. I don't really dare to re-write what I wrote about that particular weekend... but you really really should read it. I'll link to it at the bottom of the page. So that, that was the end of my involvement with the Harveysgirl. The girl that everyone wondered at how I could have got her, when basically I hadn't gotten her at all. Well, that's my trendy chick lesson to myself. I doubt I'll attempt something like that again. But she as well had big breasts. My most pointless relationships seem to be the ones with girls with big breasts. No, that's not true, they're all equally pointless. Arrgh, nevermind. Just be glad this one's over.
Oh yeah, that link... here it is. Marvelous.
June 11/01, A slight update: I've come across information that Harveysgirl had to go to the hospital. Cause? Too much rough anal sex to the point that she couldn't properly shit. Possibly some anal bleeding too. Pretty sweet, no? In a sadistic way, of course. Poor girl just couldn't get enough bum-sex, it seems.
Chapter V: Hippygirl.
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