My God, what a body.
I suppose I should have known, however, that things would work out badly... she was blonde. Well, is blonde now too, but was blonde and... ah fuck, this is leading nowhere. Next paragraph.
Boots came about as a result of a show I was in, Taming of the Shrew. She played Grumio, assistant (I can't think of the real word right now) to Petruchio, and I played Lucentio. We didn't have any scenes together, and actually had fairly opposite times onstage. I would be on when she wasn't, and vice versa, and that meant we didn't really have any offstage time to chat together, so we remained pretty distant during most of the rehearsal process.
But then one day she just... came on to me. Not in the way good old Plan B would come on to me, Boots actually meant it. She had her hands all over me, and made sure mine were on her.
It was fucking refreshing.
It was good to be wanted, but alas, it would not last.
Unknown to me, Boots' fascination with me had started some time ago. Back when I did Romeo and Juliet. That's some time ago now. It seems I actually died on her sister for one of the shows and it scared the hell out of them. I found that to be a fun fact, and pretty amusing. And then she'd been in the Grinch one year with me, and I didn't get to know her then either. I guess she'd had enough, and commenced her vicious tongue attack upon me. I put up little resistance.
I don't really know what made things fall apart with this one. I suppose I just lost her interest, that's certainly how it seemed. We'd be together or talk on the phone and everything would be fine, and then she'd say, "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow" or something along those lines... and she just never would. Days would go by, and I'd assume she was really busy and I'd end up calling her, and things would be fine again.
But how long can a person be ignored? Especially a needy little child like myself? This happened all the time you see, the ignoring. I was assured that wasn't what it was, that indeed she just would be 'very busy', but the ignoring just didn't stop. It seemed to be the same old formula to me... "I'll just ignore John until he goes away because I don't want to date him anymore and don't have the guts to tell him so"... so I decided to call her on that behaviour. It was really difficult for me to do. Normally I just let things fade away as well. I mean, I just don't need that kind of treatment, you know? Well, I called her and told her how I felt. It was hard, because it sounded to her like *I* was breaking up with *her*, and that put her in a teary condition. I assured her that wasn't what I was doing, but that was the way *I* felt as well... that she was trying to get rid of me. But no no no... that's not it at all John, I'm busy.
Bullshit.
It kept happening. And I'm not one to beat a dead horse, and keep going, 'You're doing it again, you're doing it again...'.
The last thing she said to me was, "I'll call you on Sunday". That was probably about a month and a half ago.
Fan-tastic.
But hooray, nonetheless. She did do some nice things for me at times. Like when she brought me desserts from her sisters works, just because. And I liked quiet times of rubbing her back on my bed. I liked when she'd wear my shirts after... well, just afterwards.
So I say hooray for a love of being naked, 36D's/38C's, and absolutely stunning blowjobs. Hooray for blue tattoos on the shoulder, back and crotch. Hooray for giant blue eyes with dark black makeup, and a great big, wonderful smile.
Dammit. I wish I wasn't so uninteresting.
Someone remind me to leave the blondes for someone else, won't you?
Fuck, I almost forgot! Her name! Boots comes from a game we played at March Break Camp. Well, not so much a game but a question. An 'attendance question', as we called it. Every day before starting we'd ask the kids a question and go around in a circle answering it. One day Catherine asked, 'If you were a piece of clothing, what would you be?' Well, it came around to me and I said 'boots. Big giant boots.' And Catherine kind of giggled. See, boots sounds like boobs. And Boots had big, giant boobs. So I had fun with it when I saw her giggling and went on. "Yeah, great big boots. Huge boots! So big that it doesn't matter what you cover them in, you *know* they're big. You can tie 'em back or tie 'em down, but they're still enormous!!" That was devilish. Catherine couldn't control herself and all the kids were sitting there with no idea what the hell was going on.
I guess you had to be there.