V is for Virginia

On this blog I have talked about women in my life who I have fervently cared for, had a passion for. A few days ago I even spouted off on my former delectable liquid lover Razzdango, who was taken away from me in a violent manner. But today, I would like to tell you about the one woman who I L-word and H-word more than anything else in this world; Virginia.

Virginia and I saw each other for two years and five days exactly. She was a woman who captivated me from the very beginning, and then left me weeping in tears the day that she left me. If I were to describe her on the surface, well then lets just say that Virginia was HOT! And that's an understatement. She used to put me in a massive sweat if I were with her longer than five minutes. She was that beautiful.

A Southern Bell, Virginia had an accent that was sweeter than a dozen orange rolls. I used to adore the way that she spoke to me. Our dates were more than just incredible experiences. Every day I would try and please her, show her how much I cared. She and I were very formal. I would put on my best shirt and tie every single day I was with her. We would go everywhere with each other. Long drives, even longer walks, we used to go biking every single day for an entire year together. She and I were so very close.

We had some of the most memorable experiences together. The time that I ripped holes in my pants for trying to do a stunt, she was apart of that. That morning when we had no food and so we caught a squirrel and ate it. When we tossed a book to a homeless guy while getting on the freeway. Or when I was hit by three different cars while biking, she was with me there too. Virginia has been with me through all of the ups, and all of the downs. She was my life partner for 105 straight weeks.

We certainly did go through some tough times together that's for sure. We fought, and disagreed, and argued, and cried, and yelled, and anything and everything you can think of in between. We were best friends and most hated enemies. Sometimes I didn't want to be around her. Sometimes I would lay in bed at night and feel all alone. All by myself. I would cry myself to sleep wondering why I even stuck with her. The drama never seemed to end with this companion. There were days that seemed to drag on endlessly, and I would stare at the sun, wipe the sweat off my face and think to myself. 'What on Earth has possessed me to be with this freak of nature known as a girlfriend?' But we stuck it out, and it was worth it in the end.

I made so many friends when I was with Virginia. A list of friends that Facebook can't even handle. Lloyd, Mecham, Woahn, Eklund, Frank, Lundell, Sister Gunn, U-back, Anne, the Rees's, Weigle's, Kirby's, Campion's, Schoppauls, Floydboy, too many for this post to cover. I even became really good friends with her Dad, Kirk. Now there's a guy I'm glad let me stay with his daughter for so long. There were days that I'm sure he wanted to forcefully break the two of us up, and kick me out. But that man has a long patience, and I was lucky enough to have him stick with me.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of this divine daughter sent to me. Days that I longingly miss her. Days that I pull out my journals and relive all of the memories that have been burned into my mind. She's the only girl that I have ever said the L-word to. I feel grateful that she L-worded me back. At least for a little while. It's funny, I always hear other guys talk about the girls that they were with for two years, and they always say that their girl was the best and sweetest girl that they've ever dated, better than anyone else's out there. But I'll tell you what, nobody beats my Virginia. She was and is, the sweetest of them all.