A Cowboy's Tale- From the it only happens to me file

Something that happened to me almost twenty years ago that even sometimes I still can't believe happened.

            This is unbelievable; I can’t believe I just pulled this out from under my car seat.  What you may ask?  Well maybe I should go back, starting from the beginning to a little over a year ago where the story begins.

            It all began on a beautiful early September evening in nineteen-ninety, I was simply stopping by a friend’s house to say hello but as life sometimes goes those simple things turn into life altering events.

            I had known my friend Nikki since elementary school and thought of stopping by and surprise here while in the neighborhood.  When I got to Nikki’s she introduced me to Tracy, a friend she was spending the day with.  Nikki invited me to stay and hang out, with nothing else going on it seemed like a good idea.

            After conversing for a short time we decided to play cards for a while and then we would head to the community pool.  While in the middle of poker Nikki’s boyfriend, whose name I can’t remember now showed up.  Now he never really liked me, personally I think he was jealous of how close Nikki and I were. I believe this led to the argument they got into while Tracy and I continued talking and getting to know one another.  I had learned she was a senior in one of the local high schools and was joining the Army after graduation.  I by the way was 20 at the time and obviously out of school.

            Finally Nikki came back to the table and asked if we wouldn’t mind maybe taking a walk around the block while she and the jerk talked, now she didn’t actually call him that it’s what I call him. I of coarse didn’t have a problem with that after all it was such a nice evening and Tracy seemed really cool so we headed out. This was a pretty large block so the walk took us nearly an hour but it was ok because we were having a good time getting to know each and joking around that it didn’t seem like.

            Once we reached the house Nikki came outside before we even reached the front door.  She said that they still needed to talk and asked if I could please take Tracy home for her.   I had looked and saw him staring out the window at us:  I wanted so badly to go in and tell him off and maybe give him a bloody nose but I respected my friend and just shook my head and told her it wasn’t a problem.

            When we got to Tracy’s house she invited me in to meet her dad so I figured what the hell.  I ended up staying for a while. Before your minds wander nothing happened, it was all just talking.  I mean she was really nice but I had no deeper interest in her other than that of friend.  When I was ready to leave I figured I would give her my number, I mean what the hell she was pretty cool.  Damn the things we eventually regret.

            The very next day the girl was calling me five to six times a day saying things like “I’m on lunch at school and was thinking of you,” or “I just got home from school and was thinking of you.”  She even was calling on her lunches at work and before she went to sleep, boy what I wouldn’t have given to have caller ID back then.

            I didn’t know what to do at the time, I certainly didn’t want to hurt her so I would talk a bit then tell her I had to go figuring she would get the hint and back off, but no such luck.  The calling continued for nearly a month almost to the point to where I didn’t want to answer my phone but I still had a social life that I wouldn’t let that be interrupted.

            Then one day she had called for the fifth or sixth time.  I was actually busy working on my car at the time so I was able to tell I was busy without telling a little white lie this time.  Of coarse I didn’t tell her to call me later because it was a certainly a given she would anyways.

            That night I had planned that evening to go out to a nightclub that night with my friend Rick and a couple of ladies.   While I was finishing up with the car I saw Rick come home from work because he lived around the corner from me.  After I had finished, I got showered, changed and headed to his place where the girls were going to meet us.

            We began to games on the computer while we waited for our dates to show up.   The phone rang so Rick answered it. I heard him say, “Yeah he’s right here.”

            I looked at him puzzled but then he said “it’s Nikki.”  Rick is also good friends with her.

            I said, “Hey Nick what’s up?”

            “Just wandering what you were doing?” she replied.

            “Me and Rick are just waiting for Bambi and Rachel to show up so we can go dancing.”  Yes I knew a girl named Bambi and no she wasn’t a stripper nor did she ever become one.

            “Well what about Tracy?” she said with a bit of an attitude.

            A bit shocked by the question I stumbled out he words, “What about her?”

            “She says you have a date tonight.”

            Man I just about lost it right there.  “OK Nikki,” trying to keep myself under control, “you tell your psycho friend to stay away from me.”

            I went on telling her about all of the calls and told her “I don’t care what you tell her, get her to stop bothering me cause If I do it I won’t be nice about it.”

            Well what ever she said to her, it had worked because I never heard from Tracy again.  The next time I talked to Nikki she had told me that she informed Tracy I had gotten back with an ex.  She also told me that Tracy was going to go in the Army now so she could stay here with me. 

            Now you may think the story would end there because I never heard from her again but once again, in my crazy world that’s not my luck.

            Fast forward to the summer of 1991, I was looking for a used car to replace my piece of s**t that broke down.  Eventually I found a nineteen’84 Ford Mustang.  For the age it was in really great shape, the lady said she was selling it because it was her daughters, and she had just went off to college.

            Now like many other out there the first thing I did when getting it home was washed it up real nice, then naturally polished the dashboard and vacuumed it out.  While I was vacuuming it out I also checked under the seats to make sure no trash was under there.  Not really sure why because I have always been one to let the trash pile up in my car, I guess I wanted a fresh start.

            So anyways there I was checking under the driver’s seat when what do I pull out, unbelievably it was Tracy’s senior class picture. Damn, I mean of all the things I could have pulled out from under that seat, what are the odds of it being a picture of Tracy.  I tore that picture up so fast; I should have burned it as well but was afraid she’d appear out of the smoke and ashes.  With my crazy life maybe I should have seen it coming but I guess I just never learn.

           

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

Hello Dale I enjoyed reading this. I hope I ll never become such a fatamorgana to anybody and well i d never call a man again after I see he wouldn"t have time for me. You wrote this nicely for us and also thx for your kind words on my profile. I m on the way to a concert and this Bberry is slightly damaged forgive those flaws. Thx for liking me. Regards and hug l.

[MIA ST. PAUL]

This was a really fun read Dale, A little freaky that you wind up buying your "stalkers" car a year later but I reallt enjoyed reading it. Did she ever met up with you again? GOd I hope I didn't just bring back nightmares with that question.....LOL Made for a great story though...

thanks for sharing this .....Mia: )

[Anastasia Starlena]

Great story. You have a flair for story telling.

[Robert Luna]

Sorry it took me a while to get to this. Fried modem can reek havoc on your internet.

I really enjoyed this and sounded like some craziness that would have happened to me. LOL As always you are such a wonderful story teller. Placed me there reliving this moment with you as I could see it vividly and without an effort considering I could have been there myself.


Great Job!!!!!!!!

[Erotic Goddess]

This was great, just funny! It's crazy, but life's a b***h sometimes.

~Stephanie

[BrightEyes]

now really, what are the odds??? Methinks the girl may have put a small hex on you lol. I think ripping it up rather than the burning was a good choice; I'm certain the hex's power would have been doubled by fire! Just so you know this behavior isn't a female thing - I've had guys that seem to have the same trouble with subtle messages - there just isn't any being nice about things with some people it seems.

laura

[Wildfleour]

Kharma - both good and bad keeps coming around until we do something to change it. The narrator did.

:)