Dear C,
When I first met you I saw your longish shaggy unkempt hair and your tendency to go whichever way the crowd went and I didn't give you too much attention because I thought you were just one of those people who came in, stayed a while, and faded away without having anything to contribute. Then, I spent that one hysterical night with you where we ended up at some gold lame piano bar with a guy named Turk who kept buying us drink after drink. I remember being in the ladies room with you, both of us knowing that we'd feel a whole lot better if we could just get rid of some of the alcohol that was now inside us, but neither of us having the guts to make ourselves throw up. We laughed ourselves silly. My last sight of you, as I exited the very ornate middle Eastern cab, was of you waving through the back window, a huge grin on your face, your braces shining in the street lights.
I have to admit. That one experience with you changed my impression of you forever. You were no longer expendable. You were a real live person and one that could kick some serious ass.
I've seen you since then, working with your puppets, your hair now short and tidy and you have grown into an amazingly beautiful artistic woman.
So, what have I learned? Probably not much. I think I still make rash decisions about people's character sometimes bases on my first impressions. But maybe I'm not quite so quick to judge...maybe I will find the butterfly in that cocoon.
Now, don't get me started about that Turk guy! LOL
In friendship,
Mare
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