This post is about Vic because she is awesome and always have been.
I just had a dinner with her at Oddfellows, and now that I'm back at home, I miss her terribly. Our time together was brief and awkward. Though, when it was time to say our good-byes, I was sad to see her go.
What do I like about Vic? She's prim and proper on the outside, and on the inside, she's a beast. She's wild, free and loves profanity.
We originally met in college. The night I bonded with Victoria was during the notorious naked run. It was my first year of college, and I didn't fully participate. I only participated half-way. Well, on the naked run, I found another woman who was as excited about the nakedness as I was, and that woman was Vic. Ever since then, I've been loyal to her.
It was from her, that I started having a greater appreciation of the natural world. She had a plant named 'Fergus'. I had a plant named 'Aloe'. Her plant lived. My plant died.
Although Vic likes to be treated like she's a delicate flower, she's incredibly tough. I recall once, I accidentally surprised her near the bathroom of our dorm. She had just come out of the shower and was only wearing a towel. Instead of running away, which is what I do, she planted both feet and charged. If she hadn't recognized it was me at the last minute, she would have beaten the living shit out of me.
She's sturdy and curvy in all the right places, and she's beautiful. When she dresses, her outfits say, "you can buy me a drink, but you can't take me home". She's artful, feminine and has good taste in fashion.
She is also compassionate and sensitive. When I had nightmares, Victoria would let me sleep next to her. When I was depressed, she would cheer me up. When I came to her with a problem, she would think of ways to fix it.
When she developed a crush in college, I advised her and actively plotted for her. At a party, I told friends about her plight, and explained that someone as beautiful as her can always start a relationship, if only you can get her to sleep next to the object of her affections. When the party ended, Victoria had to sleep over. It was arranged so that, the only bed available was one that had to be shared with her crush.
Looking back on that, what I did was fucked up. I'd never do that now. However, that cold calculation worked. A relationship was brewed from the crucible of that bed, and now after all those years, the pair are on the verge of marriage.
As time went on, Victoria became my roommate, and for a short while, she was even my housemate in my current house. Victoria didn't like aspects of communal living, and she expressed those feelings privately. When Sam moved to Washington, Victoria and her boyfriend stayed behind, much to my despair.
The couple's actions were reasonable, but the house took offense. The split was awkward and fraught with arguments over personal possessions. Whenever someone leaves the communal house, they are generally not welcomed back. I find this reaction frustrating, idiotic and imbecilic. It permanently damages valuable relationships, and despite my efforts to smooth tensions, a veneer of estrangement permeates.
However, communal living takes sacrifice, and I pray that one day emotions in the house will soften, so that I can bring my old friend over. Until then, I'll stew and hope for better days. Because a friend like that, is impossible to replace.
Here is to an impressive lady.
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