I know you're out there
Last weekend, I wrote about some women that had been flitting around in my brain. One of them was Lucie, "the one that got away". Ever since I wrote that entry, she's been on my mind non-stop. Where is she now? Is she OK? Is she happy? Would she still want to have me in her life in some capacity?
I want to share a few of my more vivid memories of time she and I spent together. So few of my friends ever met her, and that's a shame, as she is one of the most interesting people I've known.
- I first met her when I was 17. I was a few weeks removed from a stupid high school break-up, and my friend John asked me if I wanted to hang out with him and this girl he knew from a private school. When I first laid eyes on Lucie, I was stunned. She was this petite punk chick, with a smile that lit up a room and a penchant for knives. The three of us hung out all day, eventually meeting with other friends.
I wanted to ask her out that day, but I'd figured it would be better to get to know her a bit more first. Two weeks later I screwed up the courage to ask her to my senior prom, but she had just started dating someone two days before. That relationship would last for another year and a half.
- One November night, while I was living in Somerville, I had called her up, only to discover that she was really sick with no one looking after her. I conned my roommate into giving me a ride over to BU on his motorcycle, and was at her room 15 minutes later. I stayed in her dorm room until she fell asleep that night, taking care of her while we curled up and watched the awful Ralph Bashki version of The Hobbit on her tiny TV. When I left the T had stopped running, and I didn't have cab fare, so I walked back to Sullivan Square. I was so happy from being with Lucie that the walk didn't bother me in the slightest.
- Lucie's boyfriend at the time was going to UMass Dartmouth, so they didn't see each other all that often. When Lucie got wierd stalkers from the cofee house she worked at, I had to pretend to be her boyfriend's brother, and be all intimidating with the guys. It was kind of a funny bit. I'd get all skin-headed up and make these guys squirm. Only one of them ever pressed his luck with her after the first time he talked to me. That didn't last long, though.
- When I was homeless, Lucie provided crash space when she could. She also stored my suits in her closet so I could look respectable for job interviews and the like. She was the number one reason I didn't look as homeless as I was back then. Used her shower a lot too. I don't know if I ever would have been able to work my way into an apartment if not for her.
At the prodding of mobilejessie, I've decided its time to find Lucie and figure out whatever happened to her. I imagine she'll always be "the one that got away", but she was too good of a friend for me to not try and have her in my life somehow.
I want to share a few of my more vivid memories of time she and I spent together. So few of my friends ever met her, and that's a shame, as she is one of the most interesting people I've known.
- I first met her when I was 17. I was a few weeks removed from a stupid high school break-up, and my friend John asked me if I wanted to hang out with him and this girl he knew from a private school. When I first laid eyes on Lucie, I was stunned. She was this petite punk chick, with a smile that lit up a room and a penchant for knives. The three of us hung out all day, eventually meeting with other friends.
I wanted to ask her out that day, but I'd figured it would be better to get to know her a bit more first. Two weeks later I screwed up the courage to ask her to my senior prom, but she had just started dating someone two days before. That relationship would last for another year and a half.
- One November night, while I was living in Somerville, I had called her up, only to discover that she was really sick with no one looking after her. I conned my roommate into giving me a ride over to BU on his motorcycle, and was at her room 15 minutes later. I stayed in her dorm room until she fell asleep that night, taking care of her while we curled up and watched the awful Ralph Bashki version of The Hobbit on her tiny TV. When I left the T had stopped running, and I didn't have cab fare, so I walked back to Sullivan Square. I was so happy from being with Lucie that the walk didn't bother me in the slightest.
- Lucie's boyfriend at the time was going to UMass Dartmouth, so they didn't see each other all that often. When Lucie got wierd stalkers from the cofee house she worked at, I had to pretend to be her boyfriend's brother, and be all intimidating with the guys. It was kind of a funny bit. I'd get all skin-headed up and make these guys squirm. Only one of them ever pressed his luck with her after the first time he talked to me. That didn't last long, though.
- When I was homeless, Lucie provided crash space when she could. She also stored my suits in her closet so I could look respectable for job interviews and the like. She was the number one reason I didn't look as homeless as I was back then. Used her shower a lot too. I don't know if I ever would have been able to work my way into an apartment if not for her.
At the prodding of mobilejessie, I've decided its time to find Lucie and figure out whatever happened to her. I imagine she'll always be "the one that got away", but she was too good of a friend for me to not try and have her in my life somehow.