Alaska's Adventures As A Single Lady Part Two

"Maybe any love we have
is an angel in whatever form..."
-Franchesca Lia Blocke

So my Summer started out a little rough. I was feeling more alone than I ever had. Well, for about 15 minutes. As it turns out, in my drunken blunder of that night, I had called a few friends I had lost touch with due to Joe. As a result, I had many friends wanting to hang out with their newly single friend.

The first was an incredibly hansom man. He had bedded my old roommate last summer. This summer, his hair was cut short and he was now in the Navy. He took me out to dinner and we then drove over to my mother's house. We began to kiss, his lips tasted like peppermints. As they say, one thing led to another...

Over the next several days, I began to fill the giant hole in my tiny tin heart with love for my friends and new experiences. I began my month and a half obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer (in which I watched every single episode of a 7 season series). I discovered hidden gems of music, falling completely in a deep and undying love with every fantastic song I heard. I found the courage to start singing again, start laughing again.

I spent time with Navy Boy and his friends. We drank and smoked and spent too much time up past when we should be. I fought a brick wall (seriously, the chick was huge compared to me and knew martial arts), went to a church called Scum of the Earth, went to an English Pub in Denver and ate Bangers and Mash.

I took my buddy (the Tequila Guy) home from work every single night. He made me these fantastic drinks with 3 shots of espresso and chocolate. We drank and kissed. Some nights, his adorable little son would fall asleep in the back of my car as Kimya Dawson's voice came through the speakers. Sometimes, he would vent to me. He would tell me about his son's mother or his work. My world was painted with the beautiful mysteries that was my dear Tequila Guy. Occasionally, I would vent to him about how I was tired or how I had no food in my system. He would listen, give me food, took care of me.

I became reacquainted with the enigma of the Brothers. Twin, who was born the exact date and time as me, took me to Loveland after I had an incredible urge to get out of town. We met some of his friends, watched burnout races, went to Lookout Mountain, and he kissed my drunken eyes to sleep. Biggest and Gentlest of the Brothers taught me about Green Magics, gave me tea, held me when I was too tired to walk. Best Friend held me some nights when I couldn't bear to be alone after he had a terrible breakup. We danced in smoke filled rooms and drank vanilla flavoured pop. In a little way, each of them was my perfect man, but mainly my perfect friends. They kidnapped me and took me to Colorado Springs, hanging on to me as I cried or nightmares infiltrated my imagination.

To be continued...

Much Love from the Lady With the Tiny Tin Heart,

Alaska