Over (or under) The Rainbow

Pete and I landed in Seattle. We met Allegra Autumn Rainbow and we both fell for her immediately. Of course we did. She had big eyes, long insanely curly hair, and a very curvey body. Pete was starting to hate me for many reasons, not the least of which was my abillity to hook up with women that he was sure he was more worthy of and would be more appreciative of.

I didn't pursure Allegra heavily. I figured I'd give Pete time to make a move. Of course I may not have give him room to make his move. I was right there with them, in the hot tub at our posh corporate apartment building. Pete got out to buy a soda, or grab some more wine, or something and while he may never believe it, it was Alegra who scooted next to me, and if she didn't move to kiss me, she did move to be kissed.

The silver lining, I tried to tell Pete, was that I was now occupied with Allegra. I wouldn't be in his way for the rest of our stay in Seattle. His unhapiness with me, and my own guilt over Nora had me not wanting to play the game of a girl in every port anylonger, but I couldn't resist seeking out a woman's attention and affection. I developed strong feelings for Allegra and even entertained the thought of staying in Seattle with her. I was having a bad time with Spike and Mike and now that I was no longer running away from my confusing relationship with Monica I was less sure of what I was doing. One drunken night we decided to run off and get married. Luckily we couldn't get to a wedding chapel since neither of us was in any state to drive. We dropped the subject by morning.

I was looking desperately for something to cling to. I almost quit my job to travel around with a couple of homeless campers that I met. Working with Mike for a few weeks convinced me that I was already on a pretty grand adventure with the Festival of Animation. When it came time to move on to the next city, I told Allegra I'd be leaving. We left open the possibillity of us exploring out potential as a couple down the road but our last days together killed or at least seriously wounded that thought.

When I visited her at her Uncle's house she was really worried about me touching anything. I started to think that I was part of her rebellion, a wild streak. I didn't think she'd be happy dealing with me in the long term, in fact I may have overstayed my welcome already. My last night in town was spent in her room while her Uncle was out of town. She drove me to the airport and I kissed her goodbye.

I heard from her a few months later. She was working at a bookstore or coffee shop up in Oregon. I'd love to be in touch with her again, but we lost each other in the shuffle. She has such an unusual name, I figure I'll track her down someday.

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