(this post is a continuance from blogs I made previously, please refer to them below, they are numbered)

Jill was my best friend. She’d kinda appear out of nowhere and when you least expected it. I enjoyed her company, but she had struggles in life that were not easy to see as an outsider. The more we were together the more I understood the barriers she faced .

I met Jillian at a bar. It was opening night for the dinner theater I was preforming in- Die Claudius. I had the role of the belly dancer. She was in charge of the accounts for the restaurant. I noticed her bustling in and out of the office in the basement next to where our play group was getting ready. She was a beautiful blonde with great style. She didn’t say much, but went about doing her tasks. It wasn’t until the closing of the dinner, and the play was over, that we had the opportunity to get acquainted. The bar open and dance music played. We joyfully danced amongst the other actors on the floor. In time we drew near to each other. We found ourselves in a playful dance off, impressing our onlookers, and maybe ourselves too. She showed me how to properly shoot tequila, salt lick and all! I don’t know how to explain it, but we just bonded. Maybe it was a bit of rebellion that we both had. Nevertheless we shared the same spunk. I just know by the end of night she had to load me up into a 1970’s Corvette owed by the restaurant owner, to bring me home, drunk as a skunk.

To my surprise, she lived two streets over! From then on we were bonded!

She would walk to my house when she was in town, although she would spend weeks at a time at her boyfriends place a few towns away, or traveling.

On one occasion she came walking down the road, almost model like, with her bright smile as to say, here I am! We sat in my porch rockers and discussed the latest happenings over a cup of coffee. Whose the guy ? She nodded accross the street. I could see him standing in his garage with the front door open. He had music playing and a beer next to him as he tinkered on some project. It would take that entire conversation with her to explain all I knew about him. Explain his convictions, his behavior, him taking my girls for a wagon ride and that he had my pan! After I finally unloaded. I waited for her reaction. Jillian shrugged ” I wonder if he as more beer?, I’mma gonna go say hi” and over yonder she went. That’s it? No whispers, no murmurs? No gossip? Not even a gasp of shock!

From the comfort of my chair I could see them shake hands. I could hear her laugher. They talked and she scored herself a beer. Although she was entertaining and easy on the eyes, I could see his gaze on me as they neared the end of his driveway. It was a soft, gentle gaze ( if I could explain a gaze) and as they parted ways he smiled at me and waved.

I waved back and waited for Jill, I knew she would tell me everything about their shared dialogue and all the vibes she felt because at that moment I concluded my vibe-feeler was broken. I could only sence a tenderness, that didn’t fit the label I had for him.

Jill sat down and without asking she let it out, what she said sent chills up my spine….