Andrew

No, I never slept with Andrew. No, I'm not at all aware of him being at all romantically interested in me.

I was a girl gamer and he was one of my gaming buddies. I was safe with these guys because they knew I was a suicidal survivor of incest and keeping me safe mattered more to them than getting into my panties.

And THAT helped me heal.

He was in the military and I don't really know what he did. I met him when he was in some serious cast following a parachute accident and not really working, so he spent a lot of time gaming while convalescing.

He had been to California and had tales of California and I liked hearing him talk about California, among other things. I began dreaming of California at least as early as age fourteen probably because the movie industry is based there so we all see it in movies a lot and imagine it's a better place than it really is.

He had a gun in his glove box, a gun in the trunk and one under the car seat. If anything bad had happened when he was driving me somewhere, pretty sure the other guy would have regretted it and I would have been safe.

He told tales of revenge that I felt slightly guilty for enjoying so much but it helped me get over being molested. Once, he talked about a rapist being skinned alive until the police showed up to arrest the rapist.

It made me feel like some people strongly disapprove of the kind of things that happened to me as a child and I suspect he told such tales as much as he did because I was part of his audience.

If you're going to be a little crazy and a little too gung ho and a little too violent for polite society, this is the way to do it if you basically have a good heart in spite of whatever imperfections you have and in spite of living in this shitty world full of shitty people.

I think he's my favorite memory of a man who helped me with my baggage without sleeping with me. I hope life has treated him kindly.