Daysi
God, I am so shy with girls.
Over the course of my stay in Florida, I met the most amazing girl - Daysi.
She has her share of problems:
She is an escort, a recovering heroin addict, she was raped by cops, her mom is dying of AIDS (she's clean), her dad is dead... The list goes on and on.
Despite all of this, though, she is the most caring, amazing person I have ever met.
Every day, we'd walk together on the beach and collect shells - she buys furniture at garage sales , covers them in shell patterns and resells them to bored, rich housewives.
One day, I asked her why I couldn't find conch shells. She told me, "You have to go in the morning, just when it starts getting light out. People take them ALL and there aren't many on this beach." She looked down at her feet and said "I'll go look for them with you, if you want." I told her I'd love to. She smiled and said "Really? I thought you'd think it was stupid. Let's go sometime."
We'd hang out in this little record shop, talking to the old art rock guy who worked there and listening to Gong on vinyl...
We'd smoke pot and sit on the beach together, watching the sky over the ocean get darker and darker, until it turned pitch black.
I got sick for a little while. This one day she was sitting on top of me, kind of straddling me and talking about how she wanted me to go with her to LA. She told me all about how she doesn't trust boys and how she likes to have girlfriends better. She said all of this softly, leaning in closer and closer to my face. I told her "Daysi, you're going to get sick if I breathe on you..." She faked a smile and said "Oh, right" and got very quiet.
I went to the doctor, and she wasn't there when I got back to the beach. I went looking for her at her apt, and she was packing a suitcase. "I have an escort job... but, hey - I'll be back soon. And, when I get back, I might go to LA and... you should come with me."
I told her that I didn't know about that.
She walked to her car, got in and turned it on. Then, she left the car, walked up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
She isn't home yet. This was five or six days ago. I don't have her number, since I don't have a phone anyway and I am afraid that I will never see her again.
I know I shouldn't get involved:
She's a heroin addict.
She has severe emotional issues.
She has terrible self esteem.
She's an escort.
But, fuck...
I might be in love.
I never make a move quick enough with girls. I am just too shy with them.
Over the course of my stay in Florida, I met the most amazing girl - Daysi.
She has her share of problems:
She is an escort, a recovering heroin addict, she was raped by cops, her mom is dying of AIDS (she's clean), her dad is dead... The list goes on and on.
Despite all of this, though, she is the most caring, amazing person I have ever met.
Every day, we'd walk together on the beach and collect shells - she buys furniture at garage sales , covers them in shell patterns and resells them to bored, rich housewives.
One day, I asked her why I couldn't find conch shells. She told me, "You have to go in the morning, just when it starts getting light out. People take them ALL and there aren't many on this beach." She looked down at her feet and said "I'll go look for them with you, if you want." I told her I'd love to. She smiled and said "Really? I thought you'd think it was stupid. Let's go sometime."
We'd hang out in this little record shop, talking to the old art rock guy who worked there and listening to Gong on vinyl...
We'd smoke pot and sit on the beach together, watching the sky over the ocean get darker and darker, until it turned pitch black.
I got sick for a little while. This one day she was sitting on top of me, kind of straddling me and talking about how she wanted me to go with her to LA. She told me all about how she doesn't trust boys and how she likes to have girlfriends better. She said all of this softly, leaning in closer and closer to my face. I told her "Daysi, you're going to get sick if I breathe on you..." She faked a smile and said "Oh, right" and got very quiet.
I went to the doctor, and she wasn't there when I got back to the beach. I went looking for her at her apt, and she was packing a suitcase. "I have an escort job... but, hey - I'll be back soon. And, when I get back, I might go to LA and... you should come with me."
I told her that I didn't know about that.
She walked to her car, got in and turned it on. Then, she left the car, walked up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
She isn't home yet. This was five or six days ago. I don't have her number, since I don't have a phone anyway and I am afraid that I will never see her again.
I know I shouldn't get involved:
She's a heroin addict.
She has severe emotional issues.
She has terrible self esteem.
She's an escort.
But, fuck...
I might be in love.
I never make a move quick enough with girls. I am just too shy with them.