Self Portrait Challenge ~ Pop Art #2

boho, canon digital rebel xt & photoshop

Tell me something about yourself that noone would ever suspect of you. Put it here in a comment under anonymous if need be. It will be fun!

Boho's story: I was very innocent growing up. A lily white church girl. A youth leader and a missionary. A virgin until my mid twenties. After a break up from a five year relationship, boho put her wild knickers on (that was for Susannah) and discovered a whole new world out there at lightning speed with the help of some crazy gal pals.

A few weeks after the break up, I was nursing my broken heart with a girlfriend at a swank bar in San Francisco. She was a cute pixie red head that worked at the bar as a manicurist. She offered a manicure and a martini for $10. I sat at her small table as she manicured one hand while I held a Cosmo in the next and she made the most dreadful dare to me. "I dare you to find the hottest guy here and go home with him tonight!"

*sound of record screeching*

"WHAT, NO WAY!?!" I nervously screamed over the DJ's tunes. She knew me. She knew that I had never, nor did I ever want to have a one night stand. It was so out of character for me but I knew it was her goofy way to try and mend my sad heart.

It took a few more Cosmo’s until I succumbed to her dare, pretty reluctantly might I add. I was thinking there is no way in hell that this was going to happen anyway, so I'd just give my friend a quick thrill for trying.

I scanned the crowded room and one guy stood out. He was stylish and funky and looked pretty damn confident laughing with his friends. “Him”, I said as I pointed in his direction. “Go, gooooo…”she responded as she practically pushed me off of my chair.

I slithered my way through the crowd until I practically bumped into him. I could feel my friend’s eyes following me. I gave him the “three second glance” as I leaned over between him and his friend to order a few more drinks. He said hello. I heard an accent. Found out he was from New Zealand. I called him Mr. Kiwi. He laughed and we ended up talking the remainder of the evening until his friends took off. So, I did it. He asked if I wanted to see his new place and I said sure. For some reason, I trusted him. Perhaps my good ol’ intuition or empathic ways helped with that. We had talked about our love for old homes with character and he said he lived in one. So, I was curious, of course but more interested in winning this dare!

Him and I went up to my friend to say goodbye. You should have seen her mouth drop open when I waved to her, winking…with my arm wrapped in his. Poor guy was so clueless about our little game. She winked at me and blew me a kiss.

He drove me to his home. I was in awe of how gorgeous it was as I walked up the steps from the steep San Francisco street. He made some tea. We sat on his couch and talked for another few hours. That is when he learned what kind of person I was and I learned that he rarely does this either. A respect deepened between us. I did end up sleeping with him that night. Sleeping in the sense of him snoring and me dreaming. We kissed but that was about it. Mr. Kiwi was a perfect gentleman. He knew I was fresh out of a relationship and was determined not to be rebound boy. I loved that.

He drove me to my car the following morning. He told me I was even more beautiful in the morning. I normally would have fallen head over heels for that comment but I wasn’t ready to feel anything. I needed to be single for a long while…and he knew that. He called me a few times a week for a few months. I always made excuses not to see him again. I wanted to cherish that time we had. Proud of myself for finishing a dare and proud of myself for remaining true to who I was in the midst of it.

Not a lot of people in my life know about this night. No one would ever suspect that I would go home with a guy the very night of meeting him. But now YOU know and it felt good to share it.

A one night stand…who, me????

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