Second Life - Part Four
Yes, I know. My story is a bit wooden. Pardon the pun. I’ve tried to take as much emotion out of it, and it looks like I may have succeeded. I keep hearing the Universe “tell your story with love” – “let love be in your heart” –
Uh huh, cause that’s what they were thinking of. Whoever it was, that decided I would be their fall girl. "We want you to die … with love."
Anyhoo, back to the story.
I met up with Parker the next day, to get some answers. I brought my girlfriends with and we browsed the Saturday Market for a while, dragging Parker with us. I kept trying to ask questions, but he was pretty good at dodging them. He told me he was a cop.
“Ooh, like a ‘Marshall?’”
Parker smiled. Marshall was what I suspected his avatar name was in Second Life. But he didn’t admit to anything. Other than he was “separated” from his wife, but still lived with her, the only thing I learned was that he liked to work out.
He carried his workout bag wherever he went.
It should have been a sign.
He recommended a little bar over on Hawthorne, but before going, we browsed some retro shops and a head shop, that he called a “420.”
“Do you know what a 420 is?”
“No, what is it?” (I swear to God I didn’t.)
So we get to the little bar, and the bartender comes over and we order. Parker and the bartender nod at each other, so I asked Parker
“You guys know each other?”
“Yes, this is my beat.”
Made sense. I told him about my step-dad, and how he was a cop for 35 years before retiring. I wanted to ask more, but not with my friends there.
About half way through our drinks, I start cozying up to Parker, and he nods toward the bathroom. I shake my head, but he gets up anyway and heads out the back door.
I roll my eyes at my friends and then follow him out the back, where he and I have a full on snog fest for about three minutes, before I break away to get back to the table.
The girls were busy chatting with the bartender when I got back, and I take a couple more sips of my wine before I look back and see him entering the bathroom – waving me over.
By this time, I’m feeling AWESOME. Seriously enamoured. So I go.
It was pretty hot and heavy. I’m only holding off on the details, because of how FUCKING PISSED OFF I GOT WHEN I SAW THE CAMERA IN HIS DUFFEL BAG.
I couldn’t believe it. I felt like I was fucking 19 years old again. I didn’t like it.
I pretty much clammed up the rest of the day, and the rest of the weekend. Wondering what had just happened. I agreed to be his Facebook friend, but only to get more information.
His profile tagline: “Sometimes alcohol IS the answer” was all I needed to declare war. On Second Life. On my husband. On my job. On my graduate program.
The first battle started when I got home. With my husband.
I only say this with “Love” – of course.
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