LuckyLola

#Personal #Story #Start #Life

I've decided to start this blog because people for years have been telling me I need to write the strange things that happen in my life down. Just recently I start to listen to them and realize that...

1. I have a shit memory and probably should keep some record of it all before it fades.

2. Maybe my experiences aren't as common as I once thought.

I am not saying I've lived the life of billionaires, famous people, or anything relatively close to that. But I will say that these past few months have been filled with so many odd coincidences and bizarre outcomes that I do believe that possibly one person on the internet would want to hear about it. In addition, I hope to be able to get a better grasp of my experiences when if log them somewhere.

To give a little background, I am 21 years old and in college. For the sake of descriptive imagery for anyone who decides to follow along, I am 5'5, blonde, medium to thin sized, and white. I have brown eyes and my mom thinks I'm cute so picture what you will. My name is not Lola but for my privacy lets say it is. I love people, I constantly surround my self with others, I am an artist, I sing (mainly in the basement of my neighbors' house), love to travel, and have a really hard time saying no. Actually, fuck that, I just adore saying yes. While my friends believe that my wild life stories come from an always-present-bountiful-sheen of luck . I believe they instead come from my addiction to saying yes to everything that is asked of me.

I want to try to record all the important moments in my life that I remember so far. It probably won't be organized well but I guess just start anywhere and see if you care.

Story time!

#Personal #Love #Drama #Sex #Storytime

Now just because this is what's in my head right now, let's start with Noah. Also just so you know all the names I use will be changed and also a few minor details just cuz. SO, Noah. To understand the whole perplexity of him and I's situation, we need to start from the beginning.

My friend Bonnie came over one day (around 10 months ago) and told me about this guy she was interested in who she met through our mutual friend named Daniel. Daniel is the best jump roper in the world and has been for the past 6 years. He literally toured the globe, traveling, making thousands, with a jump rope. I know weird right. His best friend (who is the 4th best jump roper in the world) that he met through touring is this guy named Noah. Now Bonnie starts showing me pictures of Noah and telling me about him and I'm encouraging her to hook up with him because she just went through a breakup. She decides going to go for it and ends up inviting me to dinner with her, Noah, Daniel, and some other friends. I say yes.

I'm told to come outside and I climb in the back of this huge sketchy looking van with all my friends and Noah driving. While we're driving to our destination, I keep trying to peer in the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of what this boy looks like (outside of Instagram.) The van pulls into the parking lot and everyone gets out. I walk to the front to greet Noah and holy fucking shit.

I am waiting for another moment where I feel like how I did when I locked eyes with that boy and I pray that It happens again with someone besides him. Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you I am extremely confident and gregarious. Two of my senior superlative in high school were “most outgoing” and “life of the party.” Which I am aware high school was bullshit but I do believe those character traits are well represented currently by my personality considering high school wasn't that long ago for me. But despite my ability to feel comfortable and confident in every situation, this kid looked at me and It felt like the earth had shifted out from under me. My stomach plummeted and I could barely remember how to introduce myself.

“Hi! I don't think we've met before. I'm Rebecca.” I said trying to hold in my excitement and awe of the beautiful man I was looking at.

“I'm Noah, it's nice to meet you.” He responded.

We both smiled softly and shook and hands. Once we stopped touching I booked it ahead of the crowd. I couldn't let anyone see that I was smiling harder than I had smiled in MONTHS just from the smallest interaction with a guy THAT IS NOT MINE.

Now, I have a very strict code I follow when it comes to boys. Love them, but love the women in your life more. Boyfriends come and go but go friends will last a lifetime if you do it right. So with this, I never have found interest with any of my friend's ex-lovers or current lovers and never planned on it either. Until Noah.

I don't know if I believe in love at first sight but I will tell you that I have seen many many many drop-dead gorgeous boys, ones more attractive than Noah, and I have never felt anywhere close to what I felt when I saw him. Don't get me wrong, he is an extraordinarily handsome guy. Half eastern European and half Spanish, his looks could easily be plastered on the cover of a magazine, but STIILLL I can not understand why I was so overcome with emotion when I saw him and to this day I truly don't know.

We go inside the restaurant and to my horror his personality is magnificent. I tried my hardest to ignore him and the conversations that he held on the other side of the table but failed miserably. Every chatting session I immersed myself in would be clouded by thoughts like “who is this guy”, “I want him to talk to me”, “I need to be around him.” “Is he looking at me? Does he find me attractive?”

Dinner ends and I go home. Bonnie informs me the next day that she and Noah hooked up after we had dinner. “Good. Now he won't be inclined to talk to me and I can just keep my distance.” I thought.

Bonnie and Noah show up later to a party I was hosting and low and behold Bonnie told Noah all about my music business plans for after college and that just happens to be exactly what Noah is planning on doing as well. He comes up to me a strikes up a conversation. I find out that he's from where my sister just moved to go to medical school and they live about 30 minutes from each other. Of course. We talk about our futures and what we want he suggests we should go into business together later in life. This ends with a firm hands shake and an agreement to be “Business Partners.”

A few drinks and another day later, I'm at Daniels house with Bonnie and Noah and a few others hanging out. I can't help but be around Noah and go to sit by him. He finds out I'm an artist and proposes a draw off. He draws me. I draw him. We're bobbing our heads up and down looking at our sketches and each other faces to copy them down and we make eye contact every now and again. With Bonnie sitting right next to him, he looks at me and states confidently with a smirk.

“Mhhmm. It's so interesting to watch your pupils dilate every time you look at me”

What the hell. Now I'm blushing so hard and I can feel my face burning because he just called me out for my bodies natural sign of being attracted to him. And I gotta continue to draw his gorgeous ass face when he knows I find him attractive. I giggle and respond with something stupid like “Oh that's weird.” After our portraits are done, I move away from him. I couldn't resist flirting my ass off with this kid and I definitely needed to get some distance out of respect for Bonnie.

The next night I find my mojo again. I swallow whatever feelings I have for Noah deep down and I make sure to talk to everyone but him. However, he finds me at the bars and informs me that he has tickets to go see the arctic monkeys in two days. He explains that his friend bailed on him so now he has no one to go with and an extra ticket. He had offered to take Bonnie but since she had work, she suggested that I should go with him instead. FUCK. I knew I shouldn't have, But I said yes.

Fast forward to the day of the show. As I am driving there to meet him for dinner, I have some time to think. I make the decision right then and there that I wasn't going to hook up with him. I was going to hold my legs closed and be myself but don't let him get to close. Although Noah and Bonnie had only just met a few days ago and Noah would be leaving to go to his home (which is 600 miles away from us) in a few days, it would still be a shitty move of me to go for him. I picked him and food up on the way. After slugging a bag of wine and talking in my car about anything and everything, I realized how much him and I got along. From favorite movies to our morals to what we want out of life. Everything matched up.

We get to the show about 30 min late and from the start of the night to the show, I can tell there is a big shift in both our attitudes. At the start, we both kept our distance. Talked as friends. Talked as “Business Partners.” But towards the end, we were so infatuated with each other that we would only look at the stage for a few seconds each before turning back towards one another to talk.

We were sitting down on chairs in the VIP section, can't remember how we got there but I wasn't complaining, and he looks at me and says something along the lines of.

“I have wanted to kiss you for so long but I know its not a good idea. You know, because of Bonnie. And we can't be hooking up if we're supposed to be business partners right? I'm still going to ask you though because I really want to. Can I kiss you?”

“I'm sorry but it just really isn't a good idea. No, you can't” I responded.

“That's alright.” He said with a small sigh

.....and then my bitch ass looks forward, zones out for a second, and then says

“Fuck it. Yes.” and I kissed him.

It didn't take long for us to be getting an uber together. Since we were pretty far from our places, I called a friend and asked if we could stay at his place. The funny thing about my friend's place is that he illegally owns various exotic animals. So we got there and drunkly played in the dark with some water buffalo, miniature ponies, zhorses, alpacas, and other weird but cool animals. Noah tells me that night that he has never had that much fun with a girl before. He tells I'm incredible. Then we get into bed. I was intoxicated on alcohol and on the experience that we had that night. We ended up had sex.

Bonnies birthday was the next day. Noah and I were expected to be there to celebrate it. And we were expected to be there as nothing more than Business Partners. Out of stupidity, we decided to try to keep our little fling a secret from Bonnie and everyone else. “Just until after her birthday.” we thought.

#Personal #Love #Sex #Real #Storytime

So we get back home to celebrate Bonnie's birthday and all is well. I didn't see her until later in the night with Noah and she didn't seem to suspect a thing. I chatted with Noah every now and then but kept all our interactions friendly.

I try to avoid lying as much as possible because I know I'm good at it. I've lost a few friends because of problems with honesty in the past and I can confidently say that I didn't lie for many years after I realized my problem. I learned that creating secrets to keep from people is not a rewarding game to play. But there I was, lying to a friend of many years, on her birthday, for a boy I had just met.

We went back to Daniels apartment. Daniel was out of town but Noah was crashing in his place so went there to chill. Everybody is drinking and having a good time but I decide to leave early. I end up with a text message from Noah asking me if I want to come back and spend the night. Because I am a fucking dumb piece of shit, I said yes. He told me to wait a little bit because apparently, Bonnie wasn't getting the hint that he didn't want her to stay over that night. She was so unwilling that Noah had to get one of our mutual friends to escort her home.

After Bonnie left, I headed to Noah. We stayed up talking all night and had sex for hours. I remember my lips aching from kissing him so much. We laid there naked, chuckling, conversing. It was about 3 am when we heard a door open.

“Did you hear that?” I asked

“Yeah...Hold on.” He responded.

Noah was under the impression that someone was breaking in. I knew exactly what was happening. Bonnie has always had trouble with boundaries, especially with boys. For her, there is no reason that she shouldn't assert herself into a guy she likes apartments for a late night sesh. He shot out of bed and covered himself with a pair of shorts. I tried to cover myself with the blanket to hide my identity. She walked into the bedroom.

“Hi” said Bonnie

“What are you doing here?” said Noah

“I don't know I just wanted to come over and hang out..... Who is that?” She replied. I stayed silent.

“You need to leave,” said Noah. She didn't leave.

“You seriously need to leave. You shouldn't have come here. Get out.” He stated firmly.

After an awkward silence, Bonnie gathered her self and walked out. I was mortified. I couldn't even imagine what she must have been feeling. AND ON HER BIRTHDAY. I hate myself just as much as you guys do reading this don't worry. The next day was even worse. Noah was screamed at and ripped a new one by her. It took me several hours of explaining and apologizing to get Bonnie to forgive me for a moment. Its been about 10 months since then and only last week did I feel like our relationship had really been back to normal.

If only I had thought about how he had talked to Bonnie so rudely and what that might say about his character. If I had cut him off when I saw his red flags, then I wouldn't be in the position that I am in now.

But how could I? He was the most attractive boy I have ever been with! And we like the same things! And he's so nice to me! I can't ditch him, were business partners! Fuck you past Lola, stop screwing me over.

Noah left to go home. He asked if we could keep in touch. I said yes.

#Personal #Love #Sex #Why

I couldn't get Noah off my mind. Every day I thought about him. He would call me and we would FaceTime for hours. We would tell each other everything. Every minuscule detail that had occurred before we met each other was shared. I knew everything about his family, friends, and past lovers. I couldn't believe I had found someone so amazing. I have talked to many guys in the past and dated a few but no one feels as right as Noah. It seemed like we complimented each other perfectly. I am a very ditsy person, he was always focussed. I need energy from a lot of people and love to be the center of attention, he loved to listen and give people attention. And we both adored the arts, we could talk for hours about music and different artists. We talked every other day on the phone for about two months. Before long I felt so confident in our relationship, that I bought a plane ticket to go see him.

I have always lived around cities but never IN them. He lives in one. I get off the plane and find his van sitting outside the airport awaiting my arrival. He jumps out and helps me with my bags. It feels unreal. Reality hits me and I am reminded that I am staying with someone I have only been in person with a hand full of times. I decide to push past those thoughts and kiss him. That felt right. We take his van to his apartment. He had moved in that day so there was no furniture but I didn't mind because I was told I could help him decorate.

We go get food and he shows me around the city. It's stunning, he takes me to some wonderful art attractions and we pick up right where we left off. While we are standing in line to go see a mosaic museum, he looks at me and says,

“How tall are you?”

“5'5” I respond.

“Wait are you serious? Really?” his eyes lit up.

“Yeah, why?” I ask

He explains to me that at his work (he worked at a fucking bakery how cute is that) that his boss is a Persian woman who is super spiritual. She had come to him the night before during work and said she had a vision about who he was going to marry. A woman who is 5'5 and blonde. Noah never told his boss who I was or that I was coming in town the next day. He was absolutely floored and elated that I fit the description. Secretly I was too but I didn't wanna show it.

“Oh, so are you saying we're going to get married?” I said snarkily

“Uh... No.. I don't know I just thought it was cool” He said embarrassed.

I felt rude for my comment and decided to show him a picture I had drawn when I was 16. I had titled it “My Future Husband.” It looked remarkably like him.

We go back to Noah's apartment and his roommate, Chris, answers the door. Noah goes to say hello and is taken back when he notices there's blood pouring from his roommates face. Apoxiametly 10 minutes before we walked in the door, Chris was beaten, tied up, and robbed at gunpoint. I give Chris some pain killers I had been saving for a lazy night and then we talk about how miraculous it is that we didn't walk in. They were threating to kill Chris and who knows what could have happened if we had interrupted their robbery scheme. What a nice place I was for the weekend right? Oh well, fuck it.

This sounds strange but have you ever met someone whom “life” just happens to? Like events line up perfectly for them and everything always falls into place. They get into the craziest situations and life blesses them constantly with stories and wild experiences. Well, this is going to sound narcissistic, but that's me. Lucky Lola. Maybe you will believe me more when I start talking about things other than college romance. And that's Noah too. When we are together, I swear it's like electricity. Event after event after event of perfect timing, it's like the universe's favorite comedy, just enough bad in our lives for some humor and so much good its unfair for others.

Noah and I get drunk and go mini golfing, have sex, go to sleep. We then go to an art gallery which just happens to have all 5 of Noah and I's favorite artists along with one piece that I was telling him about on the way from the airport (we weren't aware of what would be in the gallery.) Noah then has this idea to take me to one of his favorite budlings. We sneak into this hotel and manage to make it to the very top floor. He picks the lock from the stairwell and breaks us onto the roof. One of the most beautiful scenes I've ever seen is located on the top of that skyscraper, looking at the city skyline. Were touching the cloud as we eat our dinner and talk more about life. Once we're done eating we start making out. Which leads to sex. Although its broad daylight, we don't give a fuck. After a few minutes of doggy style so we can both see the view. We hear cheering from our right. Three men from the penthouse of the skyscraper over were jumping up and down watching us. Noah and I continued on with our business and waved at them while laughing. We dropped down to finish out of sight. I made sure to give them another wave when we left the rooftop.

The weekend continues. Noah had never taken molly before so he secured some the weekend before I visited so that I could be with him for his first time. We went to a bar and took it on the way out after a few drinks. It didn't take long until we were in his room wrapped in each other's arms, blasting music, and making love. The morning comes and I didn't want to leave. We had stayed up talking the entire night besides for one measly hour. The weekend was more than perfect but I felt like I wasn't done. I never feel like I'm done when it comes to Noah (Besides in sex lol). We get up and he drives me to the airport. The last thing he says to me before I board my plane is,

“Next time I see you, it will be like you never left.”

I board my flight. Were on the runway about to take off. I'm sitting there thinking about how much I don't want to go home. Then the pilot comes on the intercom and tells everyone on the plane that our flight is being canceled because of weather. I call Noah and he comes and picks me up. We both agreed that it wasn't time for me to leave and we spent the whole day listening to music and painting.

I ask him that night what he thinks of me. He tells me he loves to be around me. I tell him I wish we lived in the same place and that we both didn't recently get out of long term relationships. He tells me that I'm still blonde and that I'm still 5'5 and that we didn't have to be together right away. I should have paid more attention to the energy he gave off during that conversation. He was noticing how head over heels I was for him, I could see his ego growing but I didn't care. I was still blonde and I was still 5'5.

He drops me off at the airport for a second time. I stuck out my right hand to shake his to ensure our business partnership. He slaps it away and goes

“Quit with that. We'll never be able to be business partners now.”

I kiss him goodbye. And start planning when I'll be back in his city with him again. Falsely hoping it will be similar to the first time.