Lewies Blog

A couple days ago, I wrote an entry concerning an earlier event that would lead up to me meeting my wife, Angel. It was my experience with the Rocky Horror Picture Show (RHPS). In this entry, I’ll tie it in with how we met.

I had been out of work for roughly 3 months. The dot-COM crash of 2000 was not helping me get any new work. The market was saturated with people trying to get jobs. I would try to promote myself through free lance consulting and showing up at interviews arranged by head hunters. I can’t believe some of the lame places they set me up with - it was as if they didn’t even read my resume.

Anyway, onto the story. I used ICQ ( 364308) heavily to communicate with people on the internet and was hopeful that it would give me some leads to get a job. I was so hopeful that I would leave it running while I slept so that I could see if anyone tried to contact me.

As usual, I woke up to a lot of spam. “Hi, check out my site”, “Need Enlargements?”, “Get cheap prescriptions!”, “Low interest mortgages” … Click, click, click. I would close them left and right. I came across one by Tiger Rose that wasn’t spam. It was a compliment. I am not sure how it went, but here is a general idea of how it went.

I can appreciate someone who has seen Rocky Horror Picture Show

Ok, I think I messed up the general idea - but it was regarding the Rocky Horror Picture Show. This was one of my interests that I had listed in my ICQ profile. I stared at the message for a moment thinking. It was a woman. This was rare. I dragged my mouse over and almost closed it but gave it a second thought.

I drug up her profile and saw that she lived in the same state at Stafford, Virginia. I never heard of this place so I ran over to map quest and asked for driving directions between my address and that city. The report told me that it was only 30 miles south.

I looked at her profile some more and saw one of her experiences with an overdose on Tylenol. She had had a strong near-death experience. She was still online. As I had recovered (or was still recovering) from a few operations gone wrong and a close brush with death, I used this opportunity to reply.

I first replied with saying that I didn’t watch the movie any longer, and that I had also had some problems in the hospital. I started going into detail about what I had gone through with my SVT, the ablation, the failure of my AV node, and the long recovery.

She replied with the full story of her experience. It come like a wave of awe and pity. It was a full story filling up my ICQ window that I expanded it to read better. As I was halfway through, another wave hit me. She continue for a total of five parts.

The story she told me was so personal that I felt as if mine didn’t add up. I felt like I owed her my darkest secrets. I would start giving them away to a total stranger left and right. Her reply was laughter. They were nothing. But they were things that I had been ashamed of. As I have gotten over most, I’ll list them here:

There were a few more that I can’t remember (honest), that I may talk about at another time. Today, these are like … So what. They happened. I got over it. I couldn’t have gotten over them without Angel. She has helped me laugh at the face of my demons.

So to continue the story… I’m not the usual kind of guy who has women left and right. I hadn’t been with a woman since college (4 years?). She called me and we started talking. She was artistic and also a 3rd generation witch. That got my attention, because I had been studying the craft from time to time.

We agreed to meet later in the week. She had sent me a photo of herself. It was a skinny woman who looked great in the whole Goth garb, but it looked like she was in need of sleep or had pain behind those eyes of hers. I wasn’t into the Goth scene any more, but I was still very much attracted to how the women would dress up.

Between now and the time that we would meet, a friend of my room mates had setup a job interview for me with his manager. The night before the big interview, Angel called and I asked if we could actually meet and do something. Maybe go to the movies or bowling I joked. She invited me to come down rite there, rite now. She would go out and wait at the church since her sister didn’t like strange men coming around.

I was excited. I went out to my car and turned the ignition. Nothing … This was a new car mind you. I just bought it off the lot a year and a half. It turns out that the battery was dead. I panicked. All I could think of was Angel, sitting at the church and disappointed. I looked for her number on ICQ - nothing. I looked at my caller ID, still nothing. I took a chance and hit *69 - success!

I called the number and a woman answered the phone. I asked if Angel had left yet. “Who?”, was the reply. “Angel. This is Lewie. We were going to meet at the church but my car is dead”. “I think you got the wrong number, Hun”.

Apparently, Angel is not Angels’ name. Angel has multiple personality disorder (MPD) for more reasons then one. Her sister didn’t believe it (although three therapists have confirmed it). Therefore, her sister wasn’t caught up on her names. Cassandra (Angel) actually has many names:
Angel - the emotional one
Eric - a guy who stands in for pain
Wendy - a five year old girl
Octavia - a cat
Alice - a teenage misfit

There used to be tons and tons more. But Raven took many of those with her suicide attempt. Today, most of the personalities work in unison. Angel can talk with all of them and they are aware of the existence of each other. Angel is the more dominant personality.

Oh, did I get off track again? Sorry about that. There is just so much to my wife that I love about her and how she has progressed through the years. Anyway - I called my friend, Nate to help me jump-start my car so I wouldn’t miss the next days interview. We got the battery charged up enough so that it could start up on its own.

I went to the interview and it turned out fine. My start date would be in two weeks (May 21st, 2001). I left and purchased a new battery. Later that night, I was able to talk to Angel and she said she didn’t mind that I wasn’t there. (Yea rite! I found out much latter she was disappointed). Her sister chewed her out for giving out there phone number. I had to explain how I got the number and that it really wasn’t Angels fault. She didn’t knowingly give it out.

Any how, Angel invited me to come down again. She suggested to park in front of the neighbors house. I drove on down and saw Angel. She waved me in to park at her own drive way. Her sister was out there with her. Although her sister didn’t like strange men coming around, Angel had some dirt on her sister that let her have some power in letting me come to the house.

I saw Angel and she wasn’t anything like her original picture. Nothing like it! The one thing that did pop into my head was “Lewie, you are not so great yourself”. Ok, I’m not trying to be horrible here. I was just admitting to myself that I shouldn’t be picky. Should I shut up here or should I continue talking myself into trouble?

There I go again. So there I was at her house. I got my portfolio out of my car with most of my drawings. Her sister was surprised that I could draw as well and just loomed over the two of us sitting on the steps sharing our art with each other. (She was waiting for someone to show up.) Angel was so much better at it then I was. You should see what she can do with a few crayons.

Angel loved to draw tigers with wings, horses, dragons and naked women. Suffice it to say, I liked her artwork. The whole time I was there, her mother was upstairs. Her window was open and I could smell incense burning. It was really odd how she remained out of sight. Angel wanted to introduce us, but her sister wouldn’t let me in the house.

We put our things away. Angel took off her shoes and I followed suite. She led me through the development. Construction was still going on in the area and we walked through a few houses. Her mother later told me that the builders would find foot prints or things out of place and figure that it was Angel doing her “Haunting” of the neighborhood.

We then arrived at the end of a road and went into the forest. I was walking along thinking - Ok, there is this woman I don’t know with multiple personalities leading me barefoot into the woods. Hmm… Maybe it is a trap? The other part of me was just hoping she would jump my bones. Keep your mind in the gutter folks. It didn’t happen.

We arrived at a stream and jumped over to a gravel area. Ouch! My bare feet were hurting - but I stupidly took to the pain “like a man”. I just wanted to be around her and show that I could keep up with her. She was probably laughing at me the whole time. We then went back to the house.

To be continued …

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