We had started our family, our clan, and things were
coming together. Kimber was awesome. Snake showed a bit of interest
in her, but Poet stepped in and stomped that… That ended up backfiring
and Kimber and Poet became a bit more than friends. ::Sighs:: I
think that was the point where Snake decided we should be more than
friends. He started getting friskier and more free with his
comments. We would take the two out hunting, shopping, or spend a bit
teaching them about the club. I was usually with Poet and Kimber with
Snake. I loved them. I am tenderhearted anyway, but I became
attached fast, because they were as excited about everything as I was. We
had very little in common, but it was the fact we were taking the journey of
Second Life together and relying on each other that bonded us.
Snake was spending more and more time pulling me away from the others to ‘show
me things’. We sat on top of Castle one day while he explained the art of
cam’ing around. Another day he spent showing me how to make walls and
giving me what textures he had. Then there were days were I would tell
him, “If you want to talk to me, then dance with me.” I get bored
standing in one place, plus even to this day I absolutely love the
dances. We’d sneak out while the others were shopping or doing whatever
it was they did, and we’d go different places checking out how the dj’s talked
and how the club looked.
One night I suggested that we all go to Skinny Dip Inn. Every man I’d
been talking to wanted to take me to Skinny Dip and it seemed the place for
young and old. Snake had never been, neither had Kimber or Poet.
First off I have Snake in my ear about how laggy it is, then he was shocked at
all the noobs in one place other than a mall, and it was his perfect spot once
he saw couples having ‘relations’ on the beach in the open. Yeah… Snake
was and will always be a perv. He jumped in a few boxes and things didn’t
seem to be working out.
Snake is a nice guy, he knows quite a bit about computers, and knows how to
talk to people. However, Snake’s avatar needed a bit of work. He
liked having a big body, but what he didn’t realize was his head was a tad
small for it. He wanted longer hair, but it looked cheap and
greasy. We won’t even get started on his skin. Second Life is all
about visual stimulations, when you stop to think about it, that is the reason
we are all here. We could chat on any old room, but the visuals are what
keep us coming back. Snake is a very smooth talker, even his body
couldn’t slow him down, but Skinny Dip provided a challenge he just wasn’t
ready for.
When he was talking about how bad the hunting was, I had to step up to prove
him wrong. Kimber and Poet watched, listening and snickering from the
side lines as we argued. Then I pulled out one of the best hunter’s tools
I had at that point received: A ‘Free Hugs’ sign. I’d hold this sign
above my head and just start walking down the beach, it didn’t take long before
men surrounded me. I’d start talking to them all, keeping up with all the
conversations until one stood out, then I’d tp him back to clan land. Snake
was… he was slack-jawed for lack of a better description. I remember the
words, “What in the hell?” coming from his mic several times. Poet and
Kimber loved it.
Snake will always be better at one thing than me. Snake is a ‘closer’.
I could bring dozens of men back to clan land, but I only bit one out of
twenty. It was truly pitiful when you saw how many I was actually
bringing back. Sabrina was impressed with my numbers, but I was a bit
ashamed, because if I’d bit even a tenth of them I’d brought back my soul count
would’ve been so much higher.
My Polish man started getting more clingy at this point as well. He was
beginning to pick up English for me, joined a motorcycle club, and wanted me to
settle down in Second Life with him and partner and have his pixel
children… Great man, but just not my thing. I was happy running
around, I enjoyed the challenge of trying to find new members for our little
family, and I like talking too much to take up with someone who couldn’t
understand and get jealous. He refused to dance with me and that was one
of my favorite things. I care for him to this day, but not as much as he
wants me to. He’s one of my best friends, someone who I can count on for
a few nice words when needed. Plus, he really, really didn’t like
Snake. Snake had held up for me, stood beside me, and was teaching me so
much. His dislike was unacceptable in my eyes, so I kept him at arm’s
length.
Polish didn’t seem to mind Poet and was happy that I was happy. He
declared me his ‘Vampire Princess’. Kimber thought he was a sweetie and
was impressed when I’d tell her some of the things he would say to me. I
wasn’t impressed as much as she was. I cared, but actions are louder than
words. I was doing my thing and happy, he was doing his. We were
taking two different Second Life paths and I could live with that, he wanted me
on his.
Snake realized I wasn’t
interested so much and left me alone to my ‘Polish time’, because by this time
in our game he was constantly on call or im’ing me. Just because he
was interested in me didn’t mean he was stopping his ‘pixeling parade’ through
Clan Land. Poet and Kimber were disgusted a bit by how many he seemed
to bring through. I’m sorry, but a man is gonna do his ‘man’ thing
on here. Get it out of his system so to speak. I just
warned the girls that chose to talk to me and ignored everything else that was
going on, because I wanted no part of it.
Cris Coursey
www.criscoursey.wordpress.com
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