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Sunday, October 02, 2005

Autumn

On weekends Autumn drives up here from the East Bay to hang out with me and then haul my sorry ass around. It's got to be getting old fast for her and I feel guilty as sin about it, but I still don't have the loot to repair my wheels. Everything has been going beautifully with Autumn. I think she truly is the best woman I've ever had. She always wears killer shades of lipstick which drive me bonkers and she's got a certain style of dressing herself that I really like. It's wonderful. I can't thank her enough for how much good she's done me. As far as 1998 was concerned, Autumn was the best thing that happened. I told her as much today while we were on the road headed back to her apartment in the East Bay.

It's late. I'm sitting in her kitchen writing in my journal while she's fast asleep in her bed.

Lately Autumn and I have been spending time looking around for mettallic dresses for her. I want to spend some cash and get her a few slinky cocktail dresses. She's been having fun clothes shopping. We got her some skin tight long sleeve velvet tops that show off her curves nicely and she bought a see-through mettallic top. I've been having fun with all of this, she's great that way. She seems to be enjoying dressing up and being slightly on the slutty side for me. Makes me smile because I totally dig it. I had been longing to have a girlfriend like this for years and when I'm with Autumn having fun, it reminds me how truly worthless Jennifer was.

I met Autumn ten years ago when I was working in a record store. The record store I worked at was a shoddy bay area chain started in the 1970s called Rainbow Records. Before they went out of business I think they had about thirty or so locations around the bay. Anyway, back in '88 I was still in high school and working part time at this record shop. Inside the store we had a video rental department that I frequently got stuck running the cash register. That was when Autumn and I first crossed paths. I was really into gothic looking girls, the whole death rock scene back then. When Autumn blew through the double doors of the record store I had never seen anything like her.

She wore long, flowing skirts that practically touched the ground and concealed her feet. Her dark hair was long and straight, down past her butt like Crystal Gayle. Autumn started being a regular customer of ours, renting tons of movies and she asked me questions about this movie or that movie. I ended up giving her recommendations on weird sci-fi and horror movies most of the time. She would leave with stuff like The Hidden and come back in the next couple of days wanting more weird shit to watch.

Then she started leaving things for me at the store. They were little notes, sometimes a few small polished rocks like pretty colored agates were wrapped tightly in the paper gifts. I didn't know what to make of it all. I was confused. I never had a girl do that before. We became friends but we didn't date. Either I was with someone or she was, at various times. Or she was someplace else, far away.

There was at least two incidents where we went out together and I thought maybe for a moment something might happen, but it never did. The first near-miss one evening was particularly strange. She and I drove out to Napa in the middle of the night. It was Autumn's idea and she had me drive her all over the town. It was dead when we got there obviously, all the shops and restaurants were closed hours before so there was zero to do there. Nevertheless, she seemed intent on being there in Napa that night. We wandered off on some side road out of town and parked the car. Sitting there I thought I could make a move on her and everything would be spiffy, instead she got my drift and backed closer to the door with a glare in her eye that said, "Try anything with me guy and I sock you. Hard." So nothing happened.

I never forgot that night and now that I'm with Autumn it seems amusing and ironic at the same time. I asked her if she remembered that episode between us. At first she said she did, then she recanted and said she didn't which I thought was really odd.

Years later I finally found out why...

1 Comments:

Blogger factory_peasant said...

hey thanks. more stuff on the way.

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