There once lived a woman so beautiful it made your forget she was beautiful. When she laughed everyone lost their boundaries, and not in a bad way. The night I met her, we were 17 and studying in a group for our final maths exam that would apparently determine whether we became doctors and dentists. She wore a black petticoat skirt and giant platform boots. There were no parents in the house. 5 bad teenage girls. We were nice girls but we were naughty.
Calculus sucked.
"So, like, there could be robbers in the house, have you considered that?" she put to the group.
"No. What if there are robbers in the house?"
"Well... we must find them. And take them out. We have an exam tomorrow. Im not dealing with robbers interrupting our study." She found a really big sharp knife.There was a glint in her eye and she smiled, darkly but warmly. She was tiny. Maybe 47 kilos. With her knife, maybe 48. She inspected the other knives and picked the exact and correct weapon for each of us, based on dexterity, sharpness, agility, strength and prior experience. Of which I had none. Once properly armed she led the mission. Into each room we rolled, jumped, struck, cased, ready to attack.
"Bedroom 2. Clear!"
"Bathroom 1. Clear!"
"Living room. Clear!"
Someone might have stabbed the couch.
We regrouped.
"So, it looks like there are no robbers. Do we all agree?"
"Yes. No robbers."
"Cool. We can get on with inversions. What I'm not getting is this e to the power of e bullish*t."
"Neither. Lets play on the trampoline."
"Lets play with the bunny."
"Let's smoke cones and steal garden gnomes."
The circle percolated the various ideas, none of which would not be out of character.
"No, tonight we study." I dont know if we studied or not. Probably not. Each of those girls worked out fine. Natropath, MDA, nurse, lawyer, blah blah blah.
Many months later we got into a very serious argument. Not with each other but against our peers. Was it "cream filed chocolate" or "chocolate filled cream". We were both wrong and both knew it but wanted to see if we could win the argument anyway. I loved her intellectual and logical transgressions, her game, that we both knew we were wrong but committed to the argument, the verbal presditigation.
Years pass, time washes over and under us, lovers, children, careers, memories, dreams, reflections. Ups and downs. And she is still the most beautiful and brave person I know. She doesn't age or fade, she is all love and side boob and a phantasmagoria of rainbow warrior magic. I show her my dark side and she looks at it, clinically, maybe reports on this sh*t in group work sessions on mad people, i don't know. She knows the best and worse of me, her life is so different to mine and I love her, always. She once cried on the phone to me, the toughest, most bad-ass fairy princess ever and said "I dont want to get that call."Omnipotent fairy princess Hannah, this is a tribute to you, the most honest and sincere I know.
