About a week ago I returned from a 2 week trip to Prairie Grove, Arkansas, a little town in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do. I didn't go for the storms, the ticks, the boredom, or the textbook racial profiling; I went for a girl named Brea. We've gotten to know each other over about 2 years on the phone, messenger, and through video call, and spontaneously (about a month ago) the trip was planned and set in motion. I had 2 weeks after purchasing the tickets to wait and daydream, and when the day finally came to fly out and meet her, I wasn't disappointed. She was exactly the same and I loved her every bit as much I knew I would. The first night we just sat and talked, smoked a bowl and watched TV cuddled on the couch. She kissed me a couple of times, and things were good. After that it pretty well went downhill.

The main downfall of the whole experience was a spineless two-face named Shane. At first I liked him, we connected on some basic nerd-similarity level, and he was kind of funny. I was giving him gas money and buying him meals and movie tickets once in a while in exchange for driving us around since Brea doesn't have a car to drive. A few days into the trip he decided it was his vacation and started trying to take her for himself and getting whiney when she kept telling him off. This went on for a few days until about the end of the first week when we all sat down and Brea and I told Shane to basically grow up and get used to it... but much nicer than that. From then on everything was pretty awkward, and eventually we were avoiding doing anything just so Shane didn't come over. On the final night of my trip Shane was over one last time and at some point got into my luggage and stole a brand new pipe that Brea had bought me a few days prior. I didn't know until the next morning when it was too late to do anything about it.

She only kissed me one more time, and I'm fairly sure it mostly an excuse to get Shane to back off. Everything was so tense for her after the first night that we were only occasionally that comfortable again. I was so busy giving her room to breath that I never got a chance to take her breath away. I still feel the same for Brea, but I think the whole adventure has been a bit rougher on her. Saying goodbye took a lot of willpower for me, but she seemed almost relieved.

I still had a good time I guess, but the whole "vacation" feels empty now. No goodbye kiss...



and she didn't look back...