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I'm young. I know that I haven't experienced much of what is out there.
I have, however, experienced the Capital Vices.
Yes. Pride. Envy. Greed. Lust. Wrath. Sloth. Gluttony.
The Seven Deadly Sins.
I have always heard though, that you haven't lived until you have loved.
And if I were to know any love in this world, it would be Dan.
I met Dan, one night sitting at the Mad Italian Restaurant and Bar. I was with my sister and mother, enjoying the company. It was always a warm, welcoming atmosphere.
He approached our table and with a nervous smile, told me and my sister that his brother wanted us to play a game of pool. I looked over at my sister and we agreed. Why would I turn down such an offer?
He was a fine young boy. He had beach blonde hair, and bright blue eyes to die for. He was a bit bigger than me. Not in a weight size, I mean. Taller, with broad shoulders. The kind of boy that would protect you with no problem. He was quite charming. He cracked a few jokes, made me laugh. We had a really fun time. Granted, my sister and I totally creamed their butts.
While we were playing, I kept trying to get a better look at Dan. I didn't want him thinking I was staring at him like a crazy obsessive stalker. I did manage to sneak a few quick glances in his direction, and everytime he had already been looking at me. It was a fabulous night but before i even realized it, I was back in the car, staring out the window. With nothing more than a three-letter name and the memories of the earlier hours, I wondered if I was ever going to see him again.
I had stopped into the Mad Italian time and time again, hoping that maybe Dan would just happen to show up also. Each time, I became less hopeful and tried not to go very often because I was tired of being disappointed.
Halloween night, my mother brought me with her because she didn't want to go alone. I had worn jean shorts with fishnet stockings, a black tanktop, and a fedora. I didn't really feel much like dressing up but I didn't want to look like I had just woken up out of bed either.
There I was sitting at the table. Mom had gone outside to smoke a cigarette and a woman was singing "Fever" on karaoke. I took the last sip of my Mountain Dew and looked behind the bar to let the bartender know to grab me another one, and my heart stopped for just a second. Standing there, in utter perfection, was Dan. I was shocked. I didn't know how to react. Before I could do anything, he turned and walked back into the kitchen. I wasn't sure if he had seen me or not, but at that point I didn't care. He was there and all things in the world seemed right.
I kept watching the door, hoping he would pop out again. After a while, I went outside. I was talking to some people who were also standing outside when Dan came up from behind me. I was still shocked that he was there. It was like a dream that I was going to wake up from. It was so great to see him again. I was drowning in happiness. We spent some time conversing and catching up. His mom had come over and taken a picture of us. It was a great picture and I wish I had a copy of it. We only had a few minutes because he was on break. He had started working at the Mad Italian as a dishwasher.
After he had gone back to work, I sat with his mom and she told me all about what a gentlemen he was, and if I ever needed anything or was in trouble he would drop everything and come. By the end of the night she had given me a slip of paper that had Dan's number to his cell phone that didn't have any minutes, and her cell phone number that I could use to text Dan for the time being.
He was the perfect guy for me. However by this time, I had gotton a boyfriend. I didn't care though. I still texted Dan all the time. I mean I hadn't talked to him in months, what was I supposed to do? Ignore him?
Dan knew that I had a boyfriend, and my boyfriend knew I was talking to Dan. Everything was fine, until my boyfriend got extremely jealous. He obsessed over it. He constantly asked what we were talking about. When I finally told him that it was really none of his business, he would steal my phone and read the messages. I didn't have anything to hide. We were just a couple of friends talking. But everyday we would fight, and he would yell, and I would cry. One day he asked me if I liked Dan. I have a saying for people who ask questions. Don't ask if you are not prepared to handle the truth. I wasn't going to lie to him. So I told him that I did infact like Dan very much, and sometimes I wondered what it would be like to date him. There was a side of him that I had never seen before, and to be honest it scared me. The fighting just got worse. We couldn't have a single conversation when Dan's name didn't come up, and there would be more fighting and yelling and crying. After a while I became tired of all of the fighting, and I told Dan that he was coming between me and my boyfriend, and I couldn't talk to him anymore. It broke my heart, but I thought I was doing the right thing. The last thing Dan had told me was to save his number, so that if ever me and my boyfriend broke up, or if I needed him, I could get ahold of him. And that's just what I did. I took that tiny slip of paper that had his cell phone number and his mom's cell phone number on it, and I shoved it in the back of a teddy bear, and placed it back up in the top corner of my room where the rest of my stuffed animals sat.
You know that saying, "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back then it was meant to be"? Well, that is just what happened. heart