Welcome to Andieland ---- The mind is like a parachute, for it to work it must first be open.

Well, I have time to tell ya'll a story.

 

        About ten years ago there was a girl that had just started living. She went out to the clubs and danced, hung out, partied and just basiclly had a wonderful time every weekend. She worked hard and played hard. During one of her many fun filled weekends she met a man that instantly fell into lust ( for lack of a better word) with her. He wasn't a stranger, his brother was one of best buddies that she hung out with all the time. She said she would see him at the club one night and  I guess he thought it was more like a date. He followed her around everywhere, while she danced and played pool, while she talked with her friends and so on. She really didn't think too much of  it, other than maybe he was just really attracted to her.

      Now this girl was smart and beautiful and most of the men at this club wanted to be with her. Needless to say she never gave most of them more than a dance or a quick kiss on the cheek. Which left all of them wanting her even more. This man in paticular seemed to be really interested and was always with in two to four feet of her every time she turned around. It occured to her that he was trying to get her. Being the extremely, classy person she was, she would always introduce him to everyone she spoke to and let everyone know " this is so&so,so&so's  little brother". So that she would never be rude. Never once indicating that he was with her,  more than just a friend or that they were on a date. She knew that was to be made perfectly clear always with anyone. During the couse of this evening, the young lay's purse was was stolen, so this guy offered her to stay at his place. She consulted with her friend, his brother, and graceously accepted. Nothing happened between the two of them and he didn't try. He didn't have a phone, see the area is not that of houses or well off  famillies but that of  labor workers and rednecks and trailerpark streotypes, so this man didn't have a phone, nor a car, or the money for cab, etc.  The next morning he walked her to a pay phone ( ten years ago no one had cells) and call her father and he came and got her just in time for her to get her car at the club, get home, shower, and make it to a double shift at work.

        

                  Well, thats how it started