Nope. I don't believe it.
Seriously, I do not really believe it!
But it's for real!
One month ago, Vanessa, or Cadence-Josephine Vanessa H., after a long separation about 17 years ago, a long story and a lot of hard times mixed in with very brief periods of happiness, had given me a second chance. Yes, even dolls can break up with their human lovers and find each other back into each others' arms.
Even seventeen years later.
A little story of how Vanessa and I lost each other and found each other again
A story about true love...
Date: September 1991.
I had found an ignition in doll loving. I knew Vanessa at a little store near my crib. A Patina V mannequin at first, but I didn't know that other dolls existed. (The fact that RealDolls and the like didn't come round until about five years later is a moot point.)
A dressmaker's shop, run by an elderly lady, who had no indifference to who (human or mannequin) my heart desired. She even let me have "pseudo-dates" with Vanessa in a small unused office room in the rear, as long as "no funny stuff" was going on.
She and I really hit it off. She's a Virgo! Sweet! I'm a Taurus! Geek! Knew a lot about the TRS-80 Color Computer!
She then admitted to me she was something called a "Juggalette." I had no clue to what she meant.
She said she's a devotee of some Detroit rap group, Insane Clown Posse. Talked about some soda called Faygo a lot. The corner store right near there sold it a lot. I dismissed it, at first, as "cheap shit." OMFG, never before had I seen a fiberglass mannequin hand raise up so high! I got the worst bitch slap then!
But then I started listening to ICP, passively at first by then. I started liking Faygo too.
But something told me that Vanessa isn't her full name...
But then, 1996 and toward September 1997, a long decline toward mine and Vanessa's breakup was beginning...
Which leads up to...
Date: September 27, 1997.
Sixteen years ago, some people told me that who (they were apt to say "what" no matter how I tried to correct them) I love is "unnatural," "banal," and all that. They also issued an "order": Break up with Vanessa immediately and date some person of this "friend's" choosing.
So, I walked into that store, asked for a "pseudo-date," which I was immediately granted, then told Vanessa that I couldn't see her ever again.
Vanessa probably tried to tell one of two things fron me: 1. She's being pranked; or if not, 2. Someone is forcing him into this and it was something he didn't want but had to be done or "severe consequences" (whatever it is) would happen.
I felt Vanessa say "Honey, it's not April 1st. I seriously hope you aren't playing with me."
I replied "I know. I'm serious. Someone is forcing me to do this, sweetie!"
Vanessa asked who, and I told her.
I then felt her saying "You know, I'm gonna make this a little test. If they want us to break up, fine. Those dickwads got their wish. But, officially, we haven't broken up. At all. You need to man up. Get the fuck out of that shit you're in now. If you want to marry this Juggalette, you have to prove to me that you are the Juggalo who I want to marry."
Vanessa and I talked for a few minutes more, Vanessa and I kept a promise that while we are still together, just not "publicly," that eventually she and I might be back together. No matter how long it would take. One week, One month, Ten years, whatever. I walked out with tears in my eyes...
I'm skipping the long seventeen-year intermission, except for that Vanessa was never forgotten... at points mostly a distant memory... Even though I was dating a few real women, much to my displeasure; and also dating, and being married to, a nice little cornucopia of low-end dolls and Chinese Ziel mannequins. Three Candy8teen dolls, five Ziel mannequins, and a 1PC somewhere in there...
But...
Date: August 27, 2014
A couple of weeks earlier, I ended a transaction between a member who had been dragging his heels for a year giving hope in private messages, but later on, after realizing his audacious stunt, by reading the PM's he exchanged, were mostly one or two sentences of promise embedded in lots and lots of excuses why he was delaying. And each excuse he used seemed dubious and reeked highly of bullshit.
The list, if printed on a TRS-80 Line Printer VII (the first Tandy printer that had CoCo compatiblity out-of-box), would be as long as Vanessa's box twice.
So, a day or two after that dude said the deal was off (I should have called it off first, Vanessa said), another member asked me if I still needed a doll.
Yeah, I did. Jennifer, my Candy8teen, was on her last legs.
I decided to tread lightly on this, this time around. After being burned by one person already, I had to put up a little more defense.
But he was punctual in returning PMs, and gave a definite out-the-door date. The other guy, who always weaseled around the simplest question: "Give me an out-the-door date." His excuse was "I can't give you a date of when she's going out." That is a serious red flag! The one who gave me Vanessa was precise: August 25. No later.
And so, on the 25th of August, a relatively new Boy Toy doll, whom I only knew as Cadence, was out the door to my place.
Of course, there were errors in shipping, UPS delivered her to another house a few doors down, but I got her home.
But when Cadence called me a nickname that I allowed nobody but Vanessa to call me (You'll have to be one of my Facebook friends to know it), I said to Cadence that nobody was allowed to call me that, except for one, my first love, Vanessa.
Right then and there, Cadence revealed to me that she is Vanessa! It's just that Vanessa is her middle name. Cadence and Josephine is her first name. Just that there is a hyphen between those names. Cadence-Josephine Vanessa.
And so, one month later, I'm the happiest man in the realm of TDF. And so is AirDollPlushDoll and his acquisition of Destiny, and so, Vanessa and I toast with our bottles of Faygo to this wonderful milestone, and here's to many more.
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