How to make friends out of enemies
in the wee hours on Thursday, the 24th of February 2005 by Roguegypsy
so close to twelve years ago I was working in a halloween shop,just really discovering the vampire subculture,and planning a trip to a "masquerade" (read as,to those that don’t know,a Live Action Role Playing Game,or Larp-more on those later.)
ANyhey,at this larp I meet a girl. Actually,I approched an ethereal goddess holding court to noone and holding the world at bay with a gaze that surveyed all in her domain and considered it worthless.
Me being the horndog I was (am) I waltzed right into her litttle Zone of death and introduced myself. to make a long story short,we hooked up,sorta,and she popped by my halloween store a couple times afterward for whatever.
She had told me about her friends,and being one to whom friends is a rarity,I was intrigued to say the least. We made plans to get together for coffee at a local Dunkin Donuts and hang.
I got there alittle early,and after two Great Ones coffee’s,my nerves were just starting to relax,when in she walked. With HIM.
Didja ever just KNOW someone was carousing with someone else? instinctively?same here. Here’s the SOB right in front of me.
Damn,he’s over 6ft tall. (I’m 5′8") Damn,he’s not bad looking. WTF? He’s wearing the same damn thing I am,Cowboy boots,jeans,the EXACT same Tasmanian Devil t-shirt,and a trenchcoat. Can’t like him. nope. goes against everything I stand (or by this time,vibrate) for. Nope.
Damn. he’s sitting down with us. Fine. I’ll make small talk and give him the cold shoulder in the process…wow. he’s smart for a Marylander. All his teeth too. Actually,he’s not to bad a cat. Kinda me,but taller. and more laid back.I thought I was laid back. he makes me seem hyper.
Cut to a year later.and other than conversations with the girl,I’ve heard little from or about him. Another Larp,another city,another BLIZZARD. I and my buddy come rolling in and there he stands,next to her and her battallion of pygmy baggage handlers (sorry,Lor,had to say it) It’s too much. I can’t stand it. I dropped my bags and Yelled "MATT!"" He turned,rather unsure of what to expect and I could see his mind racing. "can I duck,that little psyco’s heading for me. awsh*t,what do I do? "
The last thing he expected was a hug and a howyadoon. Been friends ever since. No Idea what changed in me. But I’m glad it did.
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February 24th, 2005 at 7:54 pm
I remember that evening. I was quite torn as well. The lady in question takes me with her to meet up with some friends. I agree because I’m very into her at the time, and figure I might be able to scare off the competition a little.
Well.. we walked in… sat down. Rogue stared at Anarchy. Anarchy stared at Rogue. We could LITERALLY smell her on each other. If it wasn’t for the fact that we were sitting down… you’d have sworn we were circling each other.
Then, the topic of gaming came up. Thoughts were shared… stories were told. And I decided he was OK. I couldn’t allow myself to like him… yet… for the same reason he wouldn’t allow himself to like me. We were both into the same Bird.
Now… if I remember correctly, when we re-met at the LARP mentioned… I was pleased that we were allowed to be on a more friendly basis. However… if I could be permitted to continue the story… at this LARP, I found a woman by whom I was fascinated. She smiled, and the room would stop. Switching into full-on male-slut mode, I started flirting with her. It took me about a day before I realized that she was actually the Rogue’s roommate at the time.
We always seemed to be after the same woman… we always seemed to be into the same things. Great minds think alike, they say. It took a couple rocky weeks, but we eventually were able to form boundaries where Birds were concerned.