Early Lore
Tracey Lynn Dunnington
The Third Tracee encounter
It had to be around the month of April after I celebrated the date of my birth. I was in my first apartment, having delusions of grandeur. My roommate Chris was lamenting about a girl seemingly lost to him, and we connected because I too had a girl lost to me…
May had come, still no luck. I meet a few women though. A different Tracey had become a cancer to me. A green-eyed woman had me where she wanted me, almost. This had become depressing. So, in efforts to belay this fate, I began to go to a new church with the ham Orlando. He began to weave an intricate tale about a certain household in Hephzibah, where sometimes the amorous natures of three girls often got the best of them. This had to be stopped! I thought that this might buy the time I needed to get over the first fake Tracee encounter. Orlando revealed that two of the women were taken; I was to go entertain the third. Phone calls were made. I talked to a voice that sounded mischievous, so I became like-wise, a few stray remarks were taken lightly. I really didn’t have any idea about what was to happen. But what did happen was almost ruined by Orlando. Let me explain, we rode over to their house, it’s late mind you, so he and his date begins to argue. Seems as though more guys were at the house, but that’s another story altogether. The young lady I was talking to however, was indeed interested; but (I can’t prove that she was single!) she was busy playing referee for the feuding couple. Nevertheless, I sat on the couch discouraged. Then around ten minutes later, I found myself on the long trek back home, whole trip to see her wasted, but I did leave my number with her…
I was disturbed that Orlando wasted a perfectly good evening. The girl wasn’t even in the ballpark of acceptable. She had an amorous nature, still I called that night. We toyed with the idea of sating our carnic passions (No, we talked about cheesecake.). Anyhow, I was curious about the reasons why this one had such a history of amorous acts (Okay, I was starved for affection, sue me!). So I invited her over for a sleepover, or was it the other way around… Anyhoo, Chris ordered pizza and we were quickly prepared to party.
Surprising enough, her mother dropped her off. This was odd because she told her mother that she was going over some girl’s house. The atmosphere was strained until Tracey grew weary of watching TV and suggested we shake our tucas. Oh, by the way Tracey had brought along kid sister and her cousin to entertain Chris. So a few moments all hearts were light. Then we grew weary as the night grew young. It was Chris who suggested we watch TV again, but with a new twist: Porno Flicks! Chris had ulterior motives; I on the other hand was innocent until proven guilty. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before media hype transpired. I was very masterful I must say. So much that in fact, kid sister kept interrupting to see what was causing such commotion. Chris? Oh, he was highly upset. Seems as though, with two young ladies to choose from, it was hard for him to choose which one he wanted to get with. So he tried getting with both, at the same time. This is a no-no. He spent the night on the couch.
Life for approximately three weeks was good. Monica was phoning in, vying for time, but she possessed no wherewithal to sway the headstrong pursuit of happiness. After the three weeks however, I drifted into oblivion. I was out of contact with her, and this meant out of a relationship to her. Unfounded reports flooded my limited horizons. Truthfully, my heart never left her. Sure there was static in the air, but it is expected with spring fervor in the air. It would take three more months to find her again. I learned that all what was said was true. I renewed a vow to love eternally whilst she snuck away to the mall with another guy (perhaps her future Baby-daddy?). Now crushed and dejected, Christmas that year was marred with the death of a romance.
After the fact, she made a visit down to my second apartment; we used to meet each other at the teen club. I spent many Saturday evenings wishing I could take her home. She wound up being ranked as #3 on the most loved charts. Oh, we almost got back together in Nov. 1995, but I was merely under the influence of that weird month…
At first, I was searching for that Beasely woman within her, but love became real and I believe it wasn’t for me. That last time we were together we discussed finality to the relationship, but I was whisked away by the charitable. So who knows, mayhaps she could’ve been… the message she taught was the way of the teenager. She may, if not corrupted by today’s society, become a true lover.
Fin
