Here is a snippet of my book that I am writing entitled The Love of Women: The Root of All My Evil . In this book I talk about all my exes, the way I saw them then, and the way I see them now. I also look at how I was good and bad, the things I did wrong and the things I failed to do. In some ways the book is a self critique, and self "bro-check", in others its a great true story written from my mind. Whatever way you take it, I hope you enjoy.
Introduction
I don’t want anyone to hunt these girls down and pester them at all. Some of them are happily married with lives of their own and I personally don’t want to be involved with any embarrassment or harassment. However, all of these stories are true and from my own opinion, and as you will see, I hold no punches of what I thought then and what I think now. Some of these stories are indeed humorous and some of them sad. Such is the dating life. I do not consider myself an expert in relationships in any way shape or form. These are simply my own experiences, good and bad, and what I’ve learned from them. Thank you for taking the time to read this far, I hope you will enjoy the rest of the book.
Chapter
4
Stella
# 1
After
Sheila I was single again for almost 9 months. That year I moved to Florida for
college, I was 16 at the time and felt like the world was in my lap. I was in a
new place with new friends, and the girl to guy ratio was 3:1. Need I say more?
Now, early on in life I discovered that I loved music. In fact I loved singing
and dancing, and I was pretty good at them both. I soon learned to play a real
mediocre guitar. That’s when I discovered that if I sang and played the guitar
it didn’t matter if it was good or not, girls loved it. So I get to college and
I find friends who love to do what I do, sing and dance. We all started writing
music together and hanging out frequently. We had our core group of friends,
and those who would pop in every now and then. Being kind of full of ourselves
like we were, we called them “groupies”, and that is how I met Stella #1.
At first she was a groupie introduced to me by a friend of mine. I knew right away that I liked her, because to me she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones, my favorite actress of all time.
(Let us pause and take a moment from the book to honor CZJ)
(mmmmmm... now lets get back to the story, but first...
So, I and the CZJ look alike, Stella #1, started hanging out every day. I started noticing that I was neglecting my other friends more to hang out with her, so I brought her around them. They seemed to like her enough, and then I started noticing I was neglecting other things, like school and exercise. Both of which are not very important to a 16 year old college kid, so I just kept neglecting them. It happened really fast, I spent close to a month with Stella #1 just hanging out, learning her and letting her learn me. That’s when it hit me. I wanted to date this girl. I would never be able to ask her out to her face, so what did I do? Did I send her a note? Did I write her a letter? No, I was a maturing man I didn’t revert back to the methods I previously used. So, I sang to her. Yes, I sang to her, but not to her face. I was smart and I called her room phone when I knew she was in class......
...What
can I learn from Stella #1
The
time me and Stella #1 spent together, added on to a lesson I had previously
learned. Communication is the key to any
relationship, but if the truth is not what is being communicated, the
conversation is useless. We talked all
the time, but our conversations were never about anything of true value. I should have looked into her background and
history. I needed to know those things in order to properly be her boyfriend. I
needed to know things about her, just like she needed to know things about me
as well, things like I hate being lied to.
Stella #1 also
taught me to take more time to let a person’s true self come out before you
decide to jump into a relationship. I
look back and wonder if this would have all came out if I wouldn’t have asked
her out. If I would have given it time, what would the outcome have been?
*Obviously there is more to the story which was left out to keep your interest, however the book is in the process of being written and I do hope you all enjoy the story of my life*
Love Ya World,
-Vic
