I parked and asked Willa, "Would you like to go for a hike?" Surprise! We found the park! I pulled into the parking lot. No wonder you run a bad date site! They're probably all about you! Fucking garbage. She continued, "How dare you fucking say I'm stressing you out. I just wanted to find the park and hopefully go on our hike and enjoy what I could of my time with the increasingly psychotic basketcase. Now she was stressing me out a bit more, but I opted to not say anything about that. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm stressing–I'm stressing you out? I'm stressing you out? Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you fucking say that to me, you fucking piece of shit." "I'm 'stressing you out'? Are you–are you fucking serious? I'm stressing you out?" Then she gave me the iciest stare in the storied, freezing history of icy stares. I turned to her and said, "You know, you're stressing me out a bit, here. How come we haven't found it? Where is it? This is ridiculous." Willa sighed and said, "You know, if I was driving, we would've found it by now. Those questions didn't help me find it any faster, so I kept driving. "Where is it?" she asked, "How come we haven't found it, yet?" It had to be somewhere, so I kept exploring around the local roads.Īs for Willa, she became increasingly agitated. Up and down the road we drove, but the park entrance simply eluded us. My car had plenty of gas and heat, so we made for the park in good spirits. We picked out a park and made for it, thinking that it would be fun to go on a hike for as long as we could, then find a little mom 'n pop cafe to warm ourselves by a fire. We stayed overnight in a cozy hotel and the next day we planned to explore northern Vermont.
We enjoyed the town, visited a coffee shop, and the local art museum. That first day we stopped at Walden Pond, then drove up to Brattleboro, Vermont. Something you ought to know about Willa was that she had previously told me that she had assaulted a police officer (and had been to court as a result), so perhaps I should have heeded that screamingly stentorian warning bell. Willa parked her car at where I was living in a Boston suburb and we took off together in my car. We'd visit small towns, maybe stay at a B&B, maybe go on a winter hike, and simply enjoy New England winter. We thought it would be nice to take a weekend trip up to New Hampshire and Vermont. When that early February came around, Willa and I had been together for about two and a half months. Most of our time together thus far had been pleasant. Willa liked blues dancing, playing her guitar, and had a great sense of humor. Original art by the amazing Craig Boldman ( )
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