You - chill. Me - magic. - 23
Date: 2010-05-20, 12:40AM CDT
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Looking for significance. Not love. Love would be great, but is unrealistic.
Narcissistic - truly, madly, deeply.
Judgmental - I laugh at people. A lot. Probably my favorite thing to do. I laugh at craigslist personals. I laugh at people on the street and how they dress. I laugh at laughs, snorts, attitudes, stupidity, and drunks.
Geeky - own a small library + star wars + star trek + cartoons + fantasy + pirates + "insert fandom here"
I also laugh at geeks.
Intelligent - I'm no genius, but, damn, if you're stupid, I can't deal.
Oxymoron - everything I am, I could also claim the exact opposite. It's for you to figure out.
Accomplished - or at least going somewhere.
No dogs. If you have a dog, it'd better be a gift from God that I am spiritually obligated to endure.
Fit. By fit, I mean you take care of yourself. By take care of yourself, I mean when you start to put on a pound, you go for a run, because you actually want to live a long, healthy life. And because you enjoy being attractive.
Cultural. You enjoy new things, new places, new adventures.
I want a picture, because compatibility without attraction is just a friendship. Put MAGIC in the subject line of your email if you're interested.
Now somewhere out in this vast universe
Zee was suffering from a similar form of boredom. Her main group of friends had deployed ahead of her, and she found herself wondering what she should do.
For some reason, craigslist was the solution.
In retrospect, this honestly surprises Kindle. She has yet to witness Zee visiting craiglist, for any sort of purpose. Why this one time she would browse craiglist is beyond understanding.
Call it Fate.
Zee happened upon Kindle's post, and, of course, was instantly blown away by this gorgeous, saucy vixen who was openly bitchy and arrogant.
She most likely thought something along the lines of, "Damn, I'm in love."
She wasted no time in sending a response.
On Fri, May 21, 2010 at 7:07 PM, Zee wrote:
Soft butch-- in personality if not in looks
Going somewhere in life-- check.
No dog-- check.
Most of the descriptions you used for yourself could most probably describe me.
Hopeless romantic, but pessimistic.
Narcissistic- maybe not so blatantly
Judgmental- again, maybe not so blatantly
Geeky- I am a geek (fantasy, wow, xena), but I don't associate with geeks
Intelligent- I can't stand stupid people
Oxymoron- in many, many ways.
It was simple, to the point, and she followed the specifications Kindle had laid out in her post! (The Army is good for training people to follow orders...)
And the picture she sent was a teaser, but alluring.
Kindle immediately replied.
Zee was the only response she replied to.
They emailed the rest of the evening and late into the night, ending with Zee giving Kindle her number...
The next day was full of texting, ending with promise for a date on the very next day...
So there was Sunday, May 23, in downtown Nashville. Only two days after hearing that Zee existed in the world, Kindle was heading out on a date with her. Family and friends were aware, just in case Zee ended up being a creeper.
In fact, Kindle almost didn't go to the date. She had anxiously torn through sixteen different outfits, applied her make-up with the utmost care, and driven 30 minutes into the heart of Nashville, and almost chickened out.
After all, this was crazy.
Meeting with someone you found on craigslist? Only white trash and hornballs do that.
But Kindle's honesty won out. She had said she would meet this Zee on Sunday evening, and she planned to keep that promise.
She walked to the meeting point and sat on a bench, chatting on the phone with a friend. She was trying to keep her nerves down, keeping an eye out for anyone who matched Zee's picture, while trying to look cool, calm, casual, and utterly unflappable.
And there she was. Unmistakeable. Long black hair, a shy smile, and a purposeful stride.
The evening was spent in a typical way. Restaurant and then a few drinks afterwards. They talked for hours, walking the streets and hopping into bars. Knowing that Zee had to be up early for work, Kindle headed them back to their cars, but as they neared the parking lot, Zee stopped.
"You said you go in late tomorrow, right?" she asked.
Zee grabbed Kindle's hand and turned them back towards the city.
"Then I want to hear more of your stories," she replied.
Kindle's heart pounded.
They ended up in a hookah bar, and they talked for an hour or so more. Topics covered everything, even the type of families they wanted to have in the future.
Now, Kindle is not a smoker. She has done hookah, but only ever in a large group. She's never had the opportunity to inhale so much at once.
She started feeling sick.
Kindle and Zee made it back to their cars, and were sharing the idle chatter of an ending night. This is usually where first kisses are exchanged and arrangements for the next date are made. But if you could have peaked into Kindle's mind at this moment, you would have heard,
"Oh god, I hope she doesn't try to kiss me. Please don't try and kiss me. I am going to puke. I don't want to puke in your mouth. Oh god, please don't try to kiss me."
Oh, yes, fighting back stomach spasms and bile in her throat, Kindle magnificently held her green gills in their place and managed a normal (although kiss-free) ending to a wonderful date.
And on the drive home, she spoke with her friend Spargo, who had helped orchestrate this entire affair.
"So, what do you think?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Kindle said. "But I definitely will be seeing her again."