Feeling Brighter

Hello again lovelies.

It's been a while, but truth be told, I'm sure the great adventures of my cereal eating and video-gaming aren't the most enthralling subjects. I do, however, have a few little anecdotes about pretty pirate men, if you're interested at all. Aha, caught you now, didn't I?

So, on Friday night, W and I decided to take a night away from the house and hang out with our friends Pirate Man, his girlfriend Kitty, and their friend Mike. Before I go into the real story, let me give you a little background information on my relationship with these people.

Two summers ago, I attended a large camping event for the SCA called Baron's War. I was sixteen at the time, and so I was watched very carefully, because everyone is afraid of a minor at these events. I may have just gone off and got drunk on illegal alcohol and fucked my brains out... But that's not the point. (Can you tell I'm a little bitter?) On a particular night of this event, my "accompanying adult" was W. (I think this was Saturday night)

My step father was actually the one that had taken me to the event, but it had turned out that I had tagged along with W for that evening, because he was around the more interesting people. In return for his babysitting, I was given the task of guarding the taps of his "Beer Wagon" and IDing people, since I was the only one there not drinking.

Eventually, as the night progressed, I was approached by Pirate Man, Mike, and their friend and roommate Miguel. There was MUCH flirting, in particular between me and Pirate Man.

Later that night, the Beer Wagon left the middle of the event, and made its way to the smaller camp circle occupied by Pirate Man and his comrades. There was much more flirting.

The evening ended abruptly, however, when W found a girl he wanted to take to his tent for the night, and had to take me back to my own campsite. (In case there's any confusion, no, me and W were not together at this point. There had been quite a bit of flirting before this point, but no hooking up.) I left the night with one last look at Pirate Man, and not even names exchanged. Very late that night, I asked Kitty, who I didn't know was his girlfriend, what his name was, and got it.

The next time I spoke to B, my best friend, I told her that I had had amazing sex with Pirate Man, because she needed the story at the time. (She was, at the time, stuck in a monogamous relationship, and was beginning to feel the boredom. She was living vicariously through my pretend sex life.) She doesn't know that nothing actually happened.

Before the next Baron's War, (It's a yearly event) I ended up getting with W, and so my fantasies of amazing, steamy tent sex with Pirate Man died, unfulfilled. W did know about my infatuation, because I had talked to him about it, before we got together.

It also just so happens that W is good friends with Pirate Man and his crew. We have been hanging out with them quite a bit lately. I share more than vague flirts with Pirate Man, as well as his two friends Mike and Miguel. With Miguel, it's most the I'm-avoiding-you-cuz-you're-kinda-creepy-but-I-don't-wanna-hurt-your-feelings sort of flirting, with Mike, it's the You're-the-sweetest-old-man-I've-ever-known-so-I'm-gonna-snuggle-with-you sort of flirting.

With Pirate Man, however, it's the I'm-going-to-call-you-gorgeous-and-foxy-when-my-girlfriend-isn't-around sort of flirting. And of course, because of my lost infatuation, I am particularly affected by his affections. With the other two boys, the flirting is a lot of touching, with Pirate Man, it's all verbal cuties and bedroom eyes.

I'm a terribly terribly naughty girl.

So, I've got a crush on Pirate Man. And if we were single, we'd totally be fucking.

So this weekend, before we hang out, I call him, as usual, to talk about plans. When he picks up, he says, "Hey Gorgeous," making me all fluttery, like usual. But that's not the point. Here's the really interesting bit:

As the phone is ringing, the cold computer lady says in my ear, "Please enjoy the music while your party is reached," and I expect to hear the theme of Pirates of the Caribbean, because that has been his caller-tune for forever.

To my surprise, however, it's something else. I am in the car with W at this point, and I say, "Huh, Shane changed his music."

W replies, "No, he just gave us personalized tunes."

My heart starts to flutter. My mind immediately goes off into fantasies of confessed love via caller-tune, a secret emotional outpouring that nobody can hear but me... (I have an active imagination, and my little hopeless romantic self hasn't died quite yet.) "Oh yeah?" I ask. "What plays when you call him?"

"Pirates," he says.

Oh. So it comes out now. Everybody didn't get personal music. I got personal music.

So now I'm burning to know what my song is. Unfortunately, the quality of the music is so shitty, I can only barely recognize the song. Later, I find out what it is. (It has been nagging at me for days now, and I had to know what it said...)

I was not disappointed.

Here's the first stanza of the song:

Baby, I get so scared inside and I don't really understand
Is it love that's on my mind or is it fantasy?
Heaven, is in the palm of my hand and it's waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy?

If I close my eyes forever
Would it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever
Would it all remain the same?

(In case you don't know, and would like to look up the rest of the song, it's "Close My Eyes Forever" by Ozzy Osbourne and Lita Ford.)

So yeah. I had to share that with you. This song was exactly what I was expecting. This dude is the most amazing flirt-master I have ever known. And he does it without anybody else knowing about it...

I wonder if he knows about my past infatuation with him, I'm not sure. Kitty seems fine with me, so I get the impression that it has been kept a secret, at least from her.

Who knows. It's not like anything is gonna happen, but it's damn fun to think about it...

Pleasant dreams, my dears... I plan to have many of them this evening...

Perhaps starring a pretty Pirate Man? Yes...