It's a true story based on my life.
He was dead. It had been a year and a half. It was time to move on from here. It was time to leave this town and not turn back. I needed a fresh start at a new life. A life that didn't involve flashing lights, stripper poles, one dollar bills and a diminished self worth. A life that held so much promise and mystery. I only had 200 dollars in my back pocket, but it was enough to get me to California. He was dead, and I believed he died so that I could live. I had to believe that to get by, and I was going to be happy, if not for me then for him. It had been a crazy year, though. One that was filled with many rebounds that I had desperately clung to in order to fill that void in my heart from his passing. None of them had worked out, though. My chosen career had always gotten in the way of finding any real happiness. Not with him, though, he had been the one to introduce me into that world. Before I had met him, I had been a virgin, and was innocent to this lifestyle. I was so naive then.
We had been together six years before he passed, and it was only six months into our relationship when he confessed about being a male stripper. I think he wanted to wait until I had already fallen for him, maybe because he thought I would leave before then. I didn't want to judge him, and because I loved him I accepted it. Then I took it one step further, and delved into the lifestyle myself. Money didn't buy happiness, though, because it was him who ended up taking his own life - leaving me to pick up the pieces of my broken heart and scarred soul. After his death I didn't care about my future or where it took me. The house I had bought and that we had built a life in was foreclosed, and my truck was repossessed. I just stopped caring about anything anymore.
As I looked around the one bedroom apartment for the last time I felt a mixture of anxiety and adrenaline course through me. I thought about everything I had experienced living in Spokane, Washington. All of those experiences were tied to him. The mountains, the rivers, the nightlife, the people, everything reminded me of him here. The only reason I pulled through this past year was by locking myself inside this apartment, putting on my headset, and immersing myself into the World of Warcraft. It was inside that game that I was able to escape from the reality of my emptiness. In that fantasy world I had met so many amazing people, and some not so amazing. Daniel was one of the amazing ones, or at least I hoped so. I hadn't met him yet, but, I would be doing that soon enough. He had told me he loved me, and I had said it back, but I don't think I meant it. I had wanted to mean it, though, and had almost convinced myself that I did. I wanted him to be the one to rescue me from my inner turmoil and restore my broken spirit. I knew I was just running away from the real truth, though.
See, before I mad met Daniel, I had met Mike, and before Mike, I had met Ken. It seemed I was subconsciously looking for a love that would make me whole again, but, none of them ever did for very long. Ken had been a great guy that was a lot of fun and amazing in the sack. Unfortunately, he ended up telling his rich upper class parents about my profession, and they weren't very open minded about it. They immediately judged me off of it. A lot of people did that, unfortunately. There wasn't anything I could have done about it. Once someone assumes they know everything about you, then it is nearly impossible to prove to them otherwise.
So, Ken and I ended up breaking up after only two months, after which I then met Mike. Mike was a Gladiator in the game and a model in real life. We had felt an instant connection to each other and would stay up all night just talking to each other over Skype. He lived in L.A and was trying to switch careers from modeling to acting. He had just broken up with his “psycho” girlfriend and was a bit broken up about it. Fast forward a few weeks later and I finally get up the guts to tell him I was liking him as more than a friend. To my complete and utter surprise he told me he felt the same and was crazy about me as well. So, I headed down to California for a mini-vacation and perhaps a shot at love in the dark. I didn't plan on sleeping with him, but, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. The attraction between us was electric. The fact that he always talked about his ex-girlfriend, though, was a warning sign for me to be careful with my heart around him. Unfortunately, that proved to be correct. His ex knew that he was talking to me and had met me, and she wasn't about to go down without a fight. Even though Mike had broken up with her, something told me there was still love between them. Despite his fervent attempts to avoid her at all costs, they were in the same social circles. It was inevitable that they would run into each other.
He ended up seeing her at an after party. He told me that they had talked for hours that night about their break up. I knew they had gotten back together before he even said the words. He apologized to me about it, but I'm not sure why he felt the need to. We had only just met and they had been in a relationship for years. He explained to me that they had a history, and that he was apparently still in love with her. I told him I was fine, but I really wasn't. I hadn't known that I had so much hope about him and me, at least not until he had crushed it. Their make up did not last long, though. To her it was just a game, and one that she played very well. I don't think she was really interested in being with him again; she was just interested in restoring her bruised ego from being dumped. It was only two days later that she stood him up and stopped returning his calls. When he told me about it I felt horrible, not just for him, but for what we might have been but never got the chance to be. We were just friends again after that. I felt like he might have thought he made the wrong decision, though. He still talked to me for hours on end, and a month later when I met Daniel, he became very jealous and competitive with him. At one point he told me that I was killing him, but did not elaborate anymore than that. I couldn't trust him enough to go down that path again, so, I didn't even acknowledge his remark. The window of opportunity for whatever we could have been had vanished the day he took his ex back.
Daniel, however, had pursued me with a passion. He was funny, smart, and sensitive. He could play the guitar and would write songs about his love for me. I really wanted this to work out. It was time to move on. Before I could change my mind about relocating to southern California, I turned around and walked away from everything I knew.