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Her

I want to explain how I ended up here alone.

Living in jasper is like peter pans never land. Adults don’t grow up there and nothing seems like real life.

I introduced myself to her while we were working together as “****** - I’m kind of an asshole”

It was November something, her name is *****. Adorable, shy, small, with the biggest smile. We both worked and live at FJPL. A little scattered for the story - I get drunk and message people. Things I don’t take seriously but it makes me seem like a scumbag.

Sorry back to it. I saw her at the B, I said ‘you’re a babe’ - she turns around and started making out with some guy. That’s okay though it’s jasper. Sunday night. That’s the reason to go out. I get home and drunkenly message her on Facebook (stalked?). Saying something along the lines of she’s cute and should come spoon. There goes me drunk messaging a girl. She messaged back something very bitchy and short. Thought nothing of it.

Wednesday night comes along, at the downstream. I started drinking when I was 25, I don’t see the point in social drinks but only to drink to get drunk. And I get as drunk as I can. She’s there, pulls me aside. Or I pull her aside. I think I kiss her first. It’s nearly 2 am - the bars are calling for last drinks. She leaves. She messages me a little later 15/20 mins. Saying she’s at macs and I should follow her. Why? You just left without saying anything and I’m just going to drink and go home. It was only about 5 mins after I haven’t responded to her 'follow me’ text, I feel a tugging on my t-shirt. It’s her as I turn around. She said 'grab your jacket we’re going home’. I wake up next to her in my place the next morning. We have sex. Really good sex. I’m so comfortable with her. She’s so hot. We lay there until noon just spooning.

It gets blurry in between some parts so I’m not sure about dates but I remember everything we ever did.

We start hanging out a lot. It was winter and just after CIN. She invites me to go look for a canyon that she wants to ice climb. We drive down maligne road with snowshoes looking for somewhere to park and the trail head. We hike a little I can sense she wanted me to kiss her. She’s leading the way and stops. Turns around, at this point I know I should kiss her. We did. It was the first time we kissed sober it was our first date. She’s adorable. I followed her up the side of a mountain we talked the whole time about whatever. It didn’t matter.

We hang out a lot - smoke weed eat food and have some of the most amazing sex I’ve ever experienced.

Sometime in December it got extremely slow at work. I had 13 days off and I think she had 6 days off. I was doing laundry and she was with me. Just sitting there talking about all the time we have off and how cold it is here. She she wanted to go on a road trip and not be bored sitting around in jasper. I felt the same way, so I mentioned California! We laughed a little and talked about it in a semi joking way. But in about 4 hours we had our passports and some luggage packed to drive! It was crazy. The middle of winter, no plans, no where to stay, such little money. But we were driving to California.

She doesn’t like not having a plan

The first night I was suggesting sleeping wherever and we could sleep in the back of her car. Because who cares. We are there together and can keep each other warm. We keep driving, get to Oregon, Portland. We end up going to a head shop. Getting edibles and too much weed. I remember the guy saying 'only have one square’ they were stuck together and She thought it was one piece. This is the first time I’ve done edibles. We eat one square. And start walking around town. We get some bread and groceries. The edible hasn’t hit. We get hungry, both wanting something ethnic. We find Thai! Order our food (meanwhile. It’s snowing a lot. But nothing too severe, the waitress is talking to another co-worker about how they might have to close up for the night). Just before we get out food the edible hits me. I can’t stop looking at her face, her eyebrows, smile. The toque she’s wearing looks so cute on her. I hit my head off the window frame. Laugh a bit and realise the edible has struck.

We continue driving for the night after rolling a joint of 'wonder goo’. Pretty smart idea. I’m driving along this highway that’s abandoned. Cars are parked everywhere, people are walking, accidents. They aren’t prepared for the snow. She has good winter tires. And I’m a very good driver. I drive through everyone with ease make it to a secondary highway and remember I’m driving! (The week and edible have me in la la land - I knew it wasn’t a smart idea). I said this to Her. We laugh about it with 😐 face.

It turns out it was snowmageddon that we drove though. Thousands of vehicles stranded. Hundreds of accidents. But us being Canadian and retardedly high. Managed to drives though it and the night to our next stop.

We were in the tip of the redwood forest. At a national park. I think one or two other people were there. At this point we are showering and just trying to stay warm together. We went for a little walk in the morning. She’s so small, cute, sexy. Her skin is soft. Her lips are perfect. There’s a man showering when we get back and see about to brush our teeth. He sounds crazy haha. We move spots and lock the doors although we are just brushing our teeth. We are leaving and this man is flipping his wet hair back out of his face and takes off like her stole the vehicle he’s driving. 5 mins later we are driving towards San Fran. Over the radio we hear a description of the same looking vehicle and man - from the park. Saying he has stole it. We aren’t sure if it’s just a huge coincidence or not. But both laugh and keep driving.

I should mention we have 6 days to travel from Jasper Alberta Canada to downtown San Francisco. And get back for her to work.

We are in farmland now. Southern Portland. Almost to the coast, the scenery is amazing. The company is better. At one point we drive through a movie set - they are getting ready for what looked like a chase scene. All of a sudden we are on the coast. The drive is unbelievable. The trees the smell of everything. Small towns and windy roads. We a driving and she spots a oyster farm/ restaurant just in the middle of nowhere. We both love food probably an unhealthy amount. We easily convince each other to turn around, go back and 'check things out’. It turns out the oyster spot is 'Hog Island Oyster Co’. We get a dozen naked and half a dozen or 4? of their BBQ - which was recommended by the staff. The naked were up first. And are literally the best thing I’ve ever tasted. And then the BBQ come. I never thought a BBQ’d oyster would be the best oyster I’ve ever had. But holy shit, that’s the best thing I’ve ever ate.

We set off to San Fran. Head straight downtown with nowhere to stay. No idea what we are actually there for. She’s looking for somewhere to stay for the best price for the next two nights. I look for Fairmont prices but I can’t book destinations- too full. She finds a hostel on the edge of China town. Right above a few strip clubs. For around 270 usd for the two nights. We do the tourist thing. Have crab at the harbour walk for ages. Wonder what we are doing and were thinking to be there! It was so fun. Later that night we go out for dinner. We end up at a seafood/ pasta place with a pretty big wait time. I think we chose it because of that - it must be good, right? So we wonder around and find a record shop (I had pictures of these places but reset my phone without backing it up to unlock it and get an Australian number - I’ll explain soon). This place is amazing. Over 50000 records in this basement. I ended up grabbing Cheech and Chongs 'Big Bambu’ record for 15 bucks. We had dinner, it was lack lustre but good. I could eat shit beside her and still think it’s okay. As long as it was with her.

I would always squeeze from the base of her fingers to the tips, thumb through to pinky on each hand. And touch her nose when it was cold.

We headed black to the hostel. Smoked a joint and again, had the best sex of my life. Every motion I made was with purpose. It wasn’t sex, it was love. We would always talk about the funniest things when we got high. This night she made a funny noise. I mimicked her 6 times in a row back and we laughed about it for 20 minutes. I loved her hips, stomach, butt, laughter. He skin.

The next day was more of doing things just to do them. While we were there. Except around dinner time. We out on our fancy clothes ( I think I wore dark jeans and a long sleeve shirt haha ). Got dinner at this really funky place that was playing really loud hip hop.

Now that I’m replaying this back in my head. I remember having my cheech and Chong record with me at this place. So one of the two nights I bought the record. It’s not important which night.

We have dinner, it’s really good. A couple of drinks. On the way back to the hostel we both kind of want to keep the party going a little. So we get a Micky of spiced rum and a bottle of wine. (I’m pretty sure she wanted to go out and listen to live music and have drinks in a more social setting.) but we head back to the hostel. Drink everything we bought, got a little high. We start talking about us, our futures, deep and meaningfuls. She then starts to tell me about her past. And how I should know some things about her and she’s worried I’m going to find out and judge her, not like her. But I like to think I’m a very considerate person, I would never judge her. I know only what I’ve experienced with her and it’s been unforgettable. She tells me about two times in her life where men have hurt her. (I’m laying in bed wondering if I should write down what she told me - but I know later on in this story, if I don’t, none of this will make sense). When she was young, a man sexually assaulted her, he was a friend of her fathers and she’s repressed the memory. And when’s she was in her late teens she was raped and got pregnant from it. Was seeing someone at the time, he made her get an abortion. Also a repressed memory. But as she’s telling me this. She’s laying beside me, we are face to face, she’s crying. I wipe her tears away and let her know I would never hurt her in anyway. He face is glowing she’s beautiful. I took a picture of her at this moment, I don’t have it anymore because of the phone thing. I wish I could look at it right now. All of the pictures I took of her laying beside me.

I’m going to continue this. It’s all true. It’s what and how I remember it.

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Her

I want to explain how I ended up here alone. Living in jasper is like peter pans never land. Adults don't grow up there and nothing seems like real life. I introduced myself to her while we were working together as "****** - I'm kind of an asshole" It was November something, her name is *****. Adorable, shy, small, with the biggest smile. We both worked and live at FJPL. A little scattered for the story - I get drunk and message people. Things I don't take seriously but it makes me seem like a scumbag. Sorry back to it. I saw her at the B, I said 'you're a babe' - she turns around and started making out with some guy. That's okay though it's jasper. Sunday night. That's the reason to go out. I get home and drunkenly message her on Facebook (stalked?). Saying something along the lines of she's cute and should come spoon. There goes me drunk messaging a girl. She messaged back something very bitchy and short. Thought nothing of it. Wednesday night comes along, at the downstream. I started drinking when I was 25, I don't see the point in social drinks but only to drink to get drunk. And I get as drunk as I can. She's there, pulls me aside. Or I pull her aside. I think I kiss her first. It's nearly 2 am - the bars are calling for last drinks. She leaves. She messages me a little later 15/20 mins. Saying she's at macs and I should follow her. Why? You just left without saying anything and I'm just going to drink and go home. It was only about 5 mins after I haven't responded to her 'follow me' text, I feel a tugging on my t-shirt. It's her as I turn around. She said 'grab your jacket we're going home'. I wake up next to her in my place the next morning. We have sex. Really good sex. I'm so comfortable with her. She's so hot. We lay there until noon just spooning. It gets blurry in between some parts so I'm not sure about dates but I remember everything we ever did. We start hanging out a lot. It was winter and just after CIN. She invites me to go look for a canyon that she wants to ice climb. We drive down maligne road with snowshoes looking for somewhere to park and the trail head. We hike a little I can sense she wanted me to kiss her. She's leading the way and stops. Turns around, at this point I know I should kiss her. We did. It was the first time we kissed sober it was our first date. She's adorable. I followed her up the side of a mountain we talked the whole time about whatever. It didn't matter. We hang out a lot - smoke weed eat food and have some of the most amazing sex I've ever experienced. Sometime in December it got extremely slow at work. I had 13 days off and I think she had 6 days off. I was doing laundry and she was with me. Just sitting there talking about all the time we have off and how cold it is here. She she wanted to go on a road trip and not be bored sitting around in jasper. I felt the same way, so I mentioned California! We laughed a little and talked about it in a semi joking way. But in about 4 hours we had our passports and some luggage packed to drive! It was crazy. The middle of winter, no plans, no where to stay, such little money. But we were driving to California. She doesn't like not having a plan The first night I was suggesting sleeping wherever and we could sleep in the back of her car. Because who cares. We are there together and can keep each other warm. We keep driving, get to Oregon, Portland. We end up going to a head shop. Getting edibles and too much weed. I remember the guy saying 'only have one square' they were stuck together and She thought it was one piece. This is the first time I've done edibles. We eat one square. And start walking around town. We get some bread and groceries. The edible hasn't hit. We get hungry, both wanting something ethnic. We find Thai! Order our food (meanwhile. It's snowing a lot. But nothing too severe, the waitress is talking to another co-worker about how they might have to close up for the night). Just before we get out food the edible hits me. I can't stop looking at her face, her eyebrows, smile. The toque she's wearing looks so cute on her. I hit my head off the window frame. Laugh a bit and realise the edible has struck. We continue driving for the night after rolling a joint of 'wonder goo'. Pretty smart idea. I'm driving along this highway that's abandoned. Cars are parked everywhere, people are walking, accidents. They aren't prepared for the snow. She has good winter tires. And I'm a very good driver. I drive through everyone with ease make it to a secondary highway and remember I'm driving! (The week and edible have me in la la land - I knew it wasn't a smart idea). I said this to Her. We laugh about it with 😐 face. It turns out it was snowmageddon that we drove though. Thousands of vehicles stranded. Hundreds of accidents. But us being Canadian and retardedly high. Managed to drives though it and the night to our next stop. We were in the tip of the redwood forest. At a national park. I think one or two other people were there. At this point we are showering and just trying to stay warm together. We went for a little walk in the morning. She's so small, cute, sexy. Her skin is soft. Her lips are perfect. There's a man showering when we get back and see about to brush our teeth. He sounds crazy haha. We move spots and lock the doors although we are just brushing our teeth. We are leaving and this man is flipping his wet hair back out of his face and takes off like her stole the vehicle he's driving. 5 mins later we are driving towards San Fran. Over the radio we hear a description of the same looking vehicle and man - from the park. Saying he has stole it. We aren't sure if it's just a huge coincidence or not. But both laugh and keep driving. I should mention we have 6 days to travel from Jasper Alberta Canada to downtown San Francisco. And get back for her to work. We are in farmland now. Southern Portland. Almost to the coast, the scenery is amazing. The company is better. At one point we drive through a movie set - they are getting ready for what looked like a chase scene. All of a sudden we are on the coast. The drive is unbelievable. The trees the smell of everything. Small towns and windy roads. We a driving and she spots a oyster farm/ restaurant just in the middle of nowhere. We both love food probably an unhealthy amount. We easily convince each other to turn around, go back and 'check things out'. It turns out the oyster spot is 'Hog Island Oyster Co'. We get a dozen naked and half a dozen or 4? of their BBQ - which was recommended by the staff. The naked were up first. And are literally the best thing I've ever tasted. And then the BBQ come. I never thought a BBQ'd oyster would be the best oyster I've ever had. But holy shit, that's the best thing I've ever ate. We set off to San Fran. Head straight downtown with nowhere to stay. No idea what we are actually there for. She's looking for somewhere to stay for the best price for the next two nights. I look for Fairmont prices but I can't book destinations- too full. She finds a hostel on the edge of China town. Right above a few strip clubs. For around 270 usd for the two nights. We do the tourist thing. Have crab at the harbour walk for ages. Wonder what we are doing and were thinking to be there! It was so fun. Later that night we go out for dinner. We end up at a seafood/ pasta place with a pretty big wait time. I think we chose it because of that - it must be good, right? So we wonder around and find a record shop (I had pictures of these places but reset my phone without backing it up to unlock it and get an Australian number - I'll explain soon). This place is amazing. Over 50000 records in this basement. I ended up grabbing Cheech and Chongs 'Big Bambu' record for 15 bucks. We had dinner, it was lack lustre but good. I could eat shit beside her and still think it's okay. As long as it was with her. I would always squeeze from the base of her fingers to the tips, thumb through to pinky on each hand. And touch her nose when it was cold. We headed black to the hostel. Smoked a joint and again, had the best sex of my life. Every motion I made was with purpose. It wasn't sex, it was love. We would always talk about the funniest things when we got high. This night she made a funny noise. I mimicked her 6 times in a row back and we laughed about it for 20 minutes. I loved her hips, stomach, butt, laughter. He skin. The next day was more of doing things just to do them. While we were there. Except around dinner time. We out on our fancy clothes ( I think I wore dark jeans and a long sleeve shirt haha ). Got dinner at this really funky place that was playing really loud hip hop. Now that I'm replaying this back in my head. I remember having my cheech and Chong record with me at this place. So one of the two nights I bought the record. It's not important which night. We have dinner, it's really good. A couple of drinks. On the way back to the hostel we both kind of want to keep the party going a little. So we get a Micky of spiced rum and a bottle of wine. (I'm pretty sure she wanted to go out and listen to live music and have drinks in a more social setting.) but we head back to the hostel. Drink everything we bought, got a little high. We start talking about us, our futures, deep and meaningfuls. She then starts to tell me about her past. And how I should know some things about her and she's worried I'm going to find out and judge her, not like her. But I like to think I'm a very considerate person, I would never judge her. I know only what I've experienced with her and it's been unforgettable. She tells me about two times in her life where men have hurt her. (I'm laying in bed wondering if I should write down what she told me - but I know later on in this story, if I don't, none of this will make sense). When she was young, a man sexually assaulted her, he was a friend of her fathers and she's repressed the memory. And when's she was in her late teens she was raped and got pregnant from it. Was seeing someone at the time, he made her get an abortion. Also a repressed memory. But as she's telling me this. She's laying beside me, we are face to face, she's crying. I wipe her tears away and let her know I would never hurt her in anyway. He face is glowing she's beautiful. I took a picture of her at this moment, I don't have it anymore because of the phone thing. I wish I could look at it right now. All of the pictures I took of her laying beside me. I'm going to continue this. It's all true. It's what and how I remember it.

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