Sometimes it's best for things to be on-line

I have known this woman for two years now.  I looked up "Goddess" on Twitter and who was the first suggestion? Yep.  Her.  Let's name her "Raven".

She sent me stuff.  She got autographs from this author.  I like one book from her.  Tried to read the others.  I couldn't.  And then she got a book by Anne Rice.  And she did a video message from Anne Rice.   For my birthday!

Now Raven was way to old for me.  She was thirty something.  I was barely turning twenty.  Yeah, I know.

The more we talked, the more I got attracted to her.  She saw my picture and I saw her picture.  She liked what she saw and I......didn't know. 

And yes, she and I did something.  Met with her two weeks ago.  We had our life planned out.  Where we were going to be staying.  Furniture planned out and the type of cats.  Names for the cats and even for our way-future daughter.

Her mother asked for her brother (Raven's) to come with her.  For "Safety issues".  Uh-huh.   So, he tagged along.  Ugh.

She told me she had already booked the tickets.  We go to Union Station and I find out that she didn't book the tickets! So we stayed there for most of the day.  Checking every half hour for any word on any cancellations for seats.  We tried getting a rental car too.  Nothing.  It was too much money.  Which brings me to this question:

How the bloody fuck are you going to be traveling without any cash?

She used her credit cards.  When we went to Subway to eat, she only had eleven dollars.  I sneaked a peek.

We decide to go the hotel room by the airport.  So her brother can fly out the following morning.  I paid for the taxi.  It was $60.  I paid $80 and the fucker wouldn't give me any change.  I don't know if there's a different rule around the L.A.X area.

Ugh, whatever.

We go into the hotel and her credit card keeps getting declined and then she pulls out a third card and somehow it goes through.

I don't know why I decided to move in with her.  It wasn't me.  It didn't feel like me. 

When we broke up, I decided to make her Amy instead of Ruth. 

When I wrote her as Ruth, it didn't feel like Sheila.

But now as I wrote her as Amy, it feels like her :)

I guess Ruth was inspired by the chick that dances with Megan at the "c****sucker" club in the movie "But I'm A Cheerleader".