I know, it has been a while since I updated about my Second Life misadventures. Things have been surprisingly quiet. I’ve been keeping my head low and out of trouble for the most part. Surprising I know. It’s not like me to stay out of trouble for long but I’ve been good! Thankfully for you guys, other people are still naughty little fuckers who piss me off and inspire me to write these little rants.
John and I have been together for over four months now, a record for both of us. It’s also a testament to how much two friends will put up with because they enjoy playing a game together. As friends, we’re great. As RP partners in a virtual world there are tons of twists and turns in our little happily ever after. The main one would be John’s ex continually trying to poke her head where it doesn’t belong. If I could actually slap the bitch in Second Life, I would. Twice even.
The girl, we’ll call her Nancy, is on my last fucking nerve. The funny thing is she’s trying to cause tension between John and me, yet what she’s managed to do instead is drive us closer. Make us more determined to make this work. We have several pet names for her that we won’t mention here, but they do put a spiteful evil grin across my face when I hear them.
The short of it is that she wants John. John cared about her but she couldn’t see past the character he plays to the person behind it. The writer of John, the person who brings life to John, is a dear friend to me. We spend countless hours just talking as ourselves, no role play involved. Just two friends bullshitting, hanging out and doing what friends do. Nancy told John straight up she’d always only see “John” not the writer, the writer didn’t exist to her. That is fine in passing but when you spend as much time together as we do, you learn things about the other writer. You form a friendship. With John and I it’s a mental bond of sorts. We type the same things at the same time; we often don’t even need to explain because the other already knows what we were thinking. It’s crazy but it’s also very nice having what we call our Mental Twin. It’s like role playing with yourself, knowing what the other wants, plans to do and none of the crazy blah that comes with not meshing.
John made some decisions I didn’t like early on. If you’ve followed this blog for long you’ll know what I’m talking about. We have had our ups and downs. We’re at a more even keel at the moment. A united front on what we want, where we are going and just enjoying the ride. Nancy cannot stand this and goes out of her way to try and get a reaction out of me. Recently, she got a reaction. I just don’t think it was the one she was looking for.
It was an early morning, I was hanging out in the club where both Nancy and John work. John was not up and about as it was before noon and nothing outside of the world coming to an end will get his ass out bed that early. I was invited to hang out with a friend of mine; she’s new and wanted me to chit chat while I worked. Nancy is on mute for me. This means she cannot message me, I can’t see her nor can I see her local chat either. Nancy was the DJ this particular morning, her raspy one too much cigarette voice that sounds like the waitress at your local Waffle House was on air. I refuse to say anything to her only because I don’t want trouble for John at his place of work. Otherwise I’d make it my goal in life to have this chick never log into Second Life again.
I was dancing near my friend when I had a fashion call pop up and I teleported out to see the item advertised. No sooner had I left the area that Nancy, in her DJ wisdom and in front of my friend, decided to shout out in local calling me a skank. I know Nancy hates me and she’s entitled to her opinion. I had to just about gag my friend to keep her mouth from running off at Nancy. Instead, I fumed momentarily before messaging the owner of the club with a log of what was said.
It’s quite unprofessional for a DJ to bring her drama into the club and I was just as happy letting it go. I thought ignoring her, putting her on block would be enough. I didn’t realize she’d be childish enough to take her aggressions into the open and defame my reputation in front of people I know. Ah well, I guess we can’t all be classy, right?
As you know by now, I’m not one to sit and let some cheap slut insult me just because she’s upset my partner told her to fuck off. Nor am I the sort to go off without thinking of the best way to bring about the biggest explosions. With messaging the owner with the logs of what was said, Nancy could not deny what was said. She tried of course but it’s pretty hard to deny when multiple people saw it happen and I have logs to back up my claim. She tried to convince the manager that I was the one starting trouble. Not likely to be from my side of the line when I have her on block and anyone there can back up that I hadn’t said 2 words in local the entire time.
I have noticed that she’s not DJ’d there since. I know the manager didn’t appreciate being brought into this drama and frankly neither do I. I never understand why a woman would be upset with the woman of the man she wants to be with. Why not take your aggression out on the guy who wouldn’t touch your pixels with his worst enemy’s prim parts? Or you know, do the mature thing, take what is left of your self respect and get over it.
Either way, the whole ordeal has given both John and I a bad taste in our mouths. That she seems to be allowed to harass patrons, send people John has never spoken to with messages from her, and generally make their working situation uncomfortable is ridiculous. I tried my hardest to keep from causing him work drama but Nancy doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about John besides to see him as a trophy of some sort. It’s a shame that she missed the real treasure that I found in my friendship with John.