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I'm going to tell you a story that happened to me last week. I'll tell you how it happened...and what I was thinking. Some of it may seem odd...and it's going to be pretty long and I know only a few may read it, but I don't mind.

I was off to go to a study group that began at 4pm...so I move out to go at 3:40pm. I'm walking now...and all of a sudden a woman turns around and asks me where a particular building is. I tell her where it is, but we were far from the destination...so I had to repeat my directions many times. She was carrying a heavy box and she needed to deliver it via UPS.

She had a strong accent...she was 5'8, black long curly hair with brown and clean flesh. So I'm walking beside her...looking at her with my peripherals. I could tell she was...troubled with something by the way she walked. She asked me of my ethnicity, I tell her. I ask her of hers, she told me she was from Nepal...since we were talking, I could stop using my peripherals. I smelled her, subtily...she smelled like she was missing something. This won't make sense to most of you you, try to pretend it does.

I enjoyed having her carry the box long enough, her perserverance I admired. So I thought her worthy enough for me to help, so I carried the box the rest of the way and ended up going to the building she sought to deliver the box in. We enter the building, I stand there anticipating the moment where I may leave and disappear from her life forever.

No, this wasn't the case...after the box of secrets was squared away...she said "Hmm...let's go get some drinks."
To myself I think, "Did I just get hit on?...Kinky." I accepted her offer because I wanted to see where this will go. So we go down to a building and since I didn't have any money on me (I wasn't expecting to have drinks with a woman from Nepal carrying a big brown box) she insisted to buy me a soft drink...so I obliged. We have the drinks now...so then she insists that we sit down and drink it together. I agree...we go and sit down at a table and now the fun begins...I don't know this woman, she doesn't know me. Think about how random this situation is...and the strange thing is that it all happened.

We do small talk first. All this time I answer, I stare into her brown eyes to see how much she can handle. Her eyelids sloped down...she had a tough life. She tried to read my body language...and I will never forget the words she asked me:

"...Are you sick? You look sick."

My eyes light up...I didn't want them to light up, but they did...so now she knows I'm surprised, I reply after a long pause...with a smile:

"I am." I then look down.

She asked me if she wanted to go home to get rest...and I said:

"No...no that's quite alright. Let's move on from that, tell me about your life."

That was why I was there, so I can listen to her life...her hard and sad life. It's why I meet people, so I can help them...because I can, so I can make amends to my scars from the past. For a long time I would approach people I didn't know and befriend them for the night, always the night and never in the day...they would always inevitably tell me their plight and I would cure them of it with knowledge and a new direction...sometimes, I would break their dreams without them knowing...It's how I sustain myself. My oldest "friend" was a 56 year old man who was cheating on his wife he had been with for over 30 years. He loves his wife, but he blames her for the fact that she apparently kept him from achieving his dream of becoming an Airforce pilot...I made him see it through my eyes. I made him feel so much blame, he almost wanted to cry. I knew he knew what I was doing, he has experience...under his tensed face I would hear him tell me these words I also will never forget:

"Just like the Iceman..." He said that and tried to force a smile. He thought I was too young to know of that meaning, but I knew perfectly...and it made me feel some guilt, but I ate it, just like I ate his fantasy.

We continue now.

A summed up version of this Nepal woman's life: At age 20 she was forced into an arranged marriage with a man she did not want to marry. It was for money, her father was somewhat rich. This man would never give her affection. Every time they had sex, she wouldn't enjoy it. They had a baby...he is 10 years old now. She gave birth to the baby a lone...years later, she meets a man she falls for. This man apparently loved her as well, he would introduce her to his sister....who would later prove to be his wife. He was a liar and he broke the Nepal woman's heart when she found out he had been married. Her pride was destroyed...so much shame she felt. Years later, the shame still engulfs her. She fled to the U.S.A, age 33. Has only been here for 5 months...no green card, no one with her. She cries everynight from being a lone, she suffers from depression...she is very lonely....no friends, just family. She wants to go to New York because she knows someone there to get her a job. She would be leaving 4 days from our encounter.

She asks me now, "Should I go back?"

I reply "If you go back, you will live in misery for the rest of your life. You'll be with a man you despise, taken advantage of at his whim. The old ways will cause your mind to go back to normal and so you will never see the world again and you will remain ignorant forever. If you stay here, anything is possible because you start anew."

So she stayed here...My purpose though was more than just that question...She later took me out to dinner and bought me dinner. Yes, the classical roles switched. She would ask about my life...but I would never really tell her much because no one should know. I wanted her to spill her life to me, everything. She asked me "I don't like the way you've been looking at me...your eyes are so piercing, can you stop?" She told me as she looks away. After hours of this, she can take no more. I reply, "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to at all." I lied. She smiles and asks me, "The eyes can tell a lot about a person." I asked her, "What do mine say about me?" She says, "I don't know...I've been wondering what it was for a long time."

So I said, "Are you afraid when you look into my eyes?" and she said, "...I can tell you're bad...You're bad aren't you!" She says with a smile. I didn't know how to reply to that...so I looked down and smiled it off.

I knew what this was...it was my turn to have it. My turn to get my own medicine, but no...I couldn't accept this fate, so I changed it. People insist you can't change it...maybe they're right and I'm just making up illusions, but really...is there any difference? I might have done it out of fear...or masochism, either way it is all the same. Everyone I help, they never talk about my life because I direct them away from it...she was different. She wanted to help me too and she would never be able to understand that she simply can't.

After I ate the dinner she bought me, she told me that she didn't want me to leave...she said she wanted me to stay forever, so I stayed for what seemed like forever. She told me that I had helped her and that now she wants to help me. The people I help never offer to repay me, but once again...I direct them away from it. I directed her away from it too...eventually we leave the restaurant and we walk aimlessly around at night in the cold. She kept insisting she buy me a jacket or a sweater, but I refused so many times. She couldn't understand why I would rather be cold and I couldn't explain it to her because her mind was innocent even though she is older than me. She has been sheltered her entire life.

She then asked me a question I didn't think I would ever hear, "Would you want to marry me when I come back?"...No question phases me and this one didn't either, but it did cause me to think a little more. I asked, "Why do you want me to so soon? You know nothing about me." and she said she didn't mind, she said she didn't care, she said she has time to know me through the internet while she is at New York. I knew she must have been desperate...I was the only one who helped her really...possibly the only one in her entire life who really listened to her. This affection she had for me was illusionary...non-existant, only temporary...and the old habbits almost kicked in, I almost took advantage of it, but I didn't...Instead, I lead her on because I didn't want this situation to become reality. I wanted to keep the strange feeling the situation gave off...because I knew I wouldn't feel this again for a long time.

I told her I might because I did have affection for her. This was a lie, but it made her smile and it gave her hope. I saw the hope as if it was a "real" entity and I would always get the reflexive urge to shatter it, but I didn't. I told her what she wanted to hear...hours later, she leads me back to where I live...I never let anyone I help know where I live (You can probably guess why) and that was the end of it. The e-mail I gave her, was false...the phone number, false, everything was imaginary. She will figure it out when she gets home and she will be upset and she will cry because she will think I did not like her, but the pain would have been worse if I did give her my number and if I did give her my e-mail. She won't understand it until the pain leaves her, when it does, she may understand why I did it...but who knows really.

There is no real point to why I tell this....maybe you can make one up for yourself.

QUOTE (Keion @ Dec 18 2008, 05:11 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>

Things will work out for her.

There is another story, but it isn't about love. I don't know what subject it goes under. According to other people, they find it very creepy and something you don't tell someone you don't know. I've told this story to a lot of people I don't know because I want to see their reactions. I want to see if they're dead inside or if they're still kicking. You would like to read it? I do believe I can't share it here because that would be "off-topic"...Does anyone really want to read it? I can share it with you in another topic...I'll just post the URL here.

"You mentioned you couldn't accept the fate? why? You won't have a chance to regret unless you try" - Individual who posts.

If I accepted it then I would have had to hide my nature and everything else so that she will accept me. The person I showed her wasn't me, it was someone she wanted to see.

The only thing I let slide, was me staring into the eyes. If she can handle it, I would have shown more and more.

I would like to read it.

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