She-shells

Like any average gent I've had a fair share of girls in my life. Not too much and not too little, my boys can attest to the fact that I was really a good boy; no threesomes no catching no perverted moves no rosters and no scandals, I kept my slate neat always and continue to, I just don't like funnies, and, now that I think of it, there's nothing like too little, one experience is good enough actually! Some okes only encounter one girl who favors them and they never look back, they marry them and life goes on, so one is fairly good enough. 

With all that said, following my decent but countless experiences with the girlies from a childhood sweetheart to my high school crush to my first love to flings to bites and to close calls, amongst these is a unique experience which really rocked my days for a minute! I call her She-shells. 

It was in July of 2016, I was just a youngster going through teenage things, a dysphoria and loneliness. My boys took me out to groove one time where I met a latino eyed chick with a small nose and a crazy forehead, I don't get the science but pretty chicks and big foreheads go along a bit much. The girl was good looking and the way she rolled her eyes when she didn't believe my lies really appeased me, she'd go "Duuh 🙄!". We didn't talk much though that noon, just enough to scoop her digits, actually, now that I think of it I got her digits from my boy who got them from his connections, small town. I slipped in her DMs where it evidently wasn't a vibe, clearly one of us was a sucker for texting and the other didn't have guts to make a phone call, so the talking died down to neal! Now, during this poker-faced course I got into a legit relationship with a girl I'd been eyeing for a while, however two months in the relationship things destabilized for various reasons I will not delve into now. My girlfriend and I got into a silent treatment stage, cold chats, no visits and no phone-calls, so consequently I started hosting some girls by my place. It was in November of 2016, I got into a relationship on September 13th of 2016, but met the girl of the subject (She-shells) in July of 2016. Without getting much into the girls I hosted, a story for another day, I eventually chucked them out, one day we're going to talk about how frustrating having girls over is, you'll get fed-up! Coincidentally, chucking the girlies out was the day my girlfriend got back into her senses and was coming over for a visit, with her friend 🙄 smh. This is where the She-shells story now begins, the morning of that same day, the girlies drove in to collect their mtshaqanas and guess who was escorting them? The girl of the subject, She-shells. This is a very small town you see. We didn't talk, just short eye contact like "oh you again, long time!" and they packed their shit and drove out, later that day my girlfriend then returned home with her friend, this however did not fix the air-filled state at which our relationship was, we still felt empty as though we were strangers that just hugged and talked, something was just offish, it was like an uncommunicated break which she felt she could just manipulate and swing by with hopes it'd fix the hostility, but it was jack, we didn't talk about where we stood, she didn't talk about what bugged her or caused her to be cold. So after that visit she never swung by again and our WA chats remained cold, she later texted that she was seeing someone and this wasn't working for her. Ah, oh? I remember I was sitting on the toilet when I got the text and immediately got constipated. What's a young man got to do? I simply remained still and stomached it by day.

About a fortnight later into December, I am home alone being me, my music is blasting and I'm playing NFS minding my own shit and contemplating on going out for a ride later at sunset, guess who then pitches up by my doorstep again? She-shells, with her two cute friends in bum-shorts looking nice and shit, a story of a lifetime! Obviously she'd figured from the previous eviction that I was a stay-alone dude, and shamelessly swung-by to catch-up where we'd left off of back in July, to which we did quite pleasantly when I let them through my door. 

I was a lonely fella going through relationship stress boet, I wasn't going to let three pretty mamis with cat eyes just walk away like it wasn't already a blessing to see them by my doorstep without any invitation. They then left later that evening and returned the next day, and the next and the next. This is the part where my boys then tell the story of how they couldn't access me because the door would be opened by girls who asked many questions as to who and why you want to see Ricky.

She-shells came over by herself on some days and we'd get quality time to play NFS, and, back then Jeremih's Late Nights album had just come out and Dreezy's Body was on the top 100 Billboard so we'd jam and dance much too. At some point we decided to take a warm bath towards the end of the day and ultimately slept in the tub till the water got cold. She was a great cook too and very territorial in the kitchen, I remember returning home from hanging out with the boys and found the pots on the stove, you know when you lift a pot lid to check what's cooking it clinks, she somehow heard the ting and came bolting, slapped my wrist and said "boy don't touch my pots", which was quite ironic because in my mind I thought "girl what you mean your pots?" but before I could say anything she'd pushed me into the bedroom like a scrum, I think about that sometimes and have a laugh. Truthfully, she gave me a pretty good time and kept me stress free, although it was a Marvin's Room situation with my girlfriend, She-shells' company kept me from falling apart, I didn't feel the egg on my face. The thing is this hun wasn't just pretty she was additionally a good vibe too, an incredibly cool chick, Alicia Keys vibes, she sang and she rapped, and to add it up some more unnecessarily she had pretty cute toes which triggered my foot fetish; one of my petty reasons not to date someone is because she's got strong toes, very petty! 

There's a morning Seashells came over, it was foggy, December is generally a grey month so we snugged ourselves in my bed and started chatting over my red pillow.

We played rock paper scissors and mouth games, tongue twisters, which is where the pet name She-shells really comes from because one of us failed to pronounce sea-shells in a tongue twisting sentence and the other started calling them she-shells and the other said "no you are she-shells" and the monkies laughed at each other's foreheads and started calling each other she-shells. So, during this game thing, she'd noticed I've always had a cap over my head, she sat on the bed glared at me and curiously asked "why you always wearing your cap?" A question that caught me by surprise, to which I said "I just don't feel comfortable without something over my head". Guess what this dork does? She removes my cap, wears it and lays her long slim fingers hand over my head and says "how about now?" We broke a good laugh! Stupid stupid stupid, to this day the thought of that makes me laugh! She had such a colorful and creative personality, we didn't need to shag to enjoy each other's company, and I liked her so much for that, her essence was beautiful both inside and outside, she was selfless and thoughtful too she's brought a couple groceries home. 

When I think of it now as a grown-up, we were both just two kids from broken homes trying to find ourselves. Her mom was abroad, she wouldn't talk about her dad, but she had issues just like myself, and, regardless of that, she still carried such immense grace she didn't realize it herself. She came one afternoon feeling so sick and weak she went straight for the bed and slept, I prepared a meal and we ate as soon as she woke up after sunset, my boy swung-by and we held a chat in my tv room for a bit while she returned to bed, after escorting my boy out I returned and found the girl gone! She-shells never spent a night over by my place, 2016 was a year when okes got arrested for having young girls crush by their places, there were a lot of incriminating scandals at the time, so I figured she was aware of that and avoided any chances, I acknowledged her thoughtfulness but in all truth that wasn't gonna save me from an arrest still because she'd leave her thongs, clothes and stuff in my wardrobe, her strong cologne dominated my clothes too, that thing could've been evidence number one for an arrest warrant.

Obviously with time, I started really catching feelings for the chick inevitably, I started going through chats, discovering some things I didn't like, and I began to set some boundaries which would've narrowed the thing we had going on into an exclusive and legitimate relationship, my perspective of her changed from no title to title and once you start to see a girlfriend in someone then a lot of nongirlfriend things begin to clearly protrude. I was no longer the guy that wasn't concerned about her coming at home late. Truthfully what we had going on wasn't conducive for a boyfriend vibe, so she distanced herself more and more especially after I discovered certain stuff. Which then eventually led to our fall-out. 

She visited me again about a year later to catch-up. I remember singing Young Thug's Power, the part that goes "I spoiled my bitch now she acting like a brat", I sang that part louder and she spat a cute "fusek" and we had a good laugh. I always just remember her by her puns, I then escorted her that day to board back home as I was also setting off for an evening ride, we cut through a narrow path where I followed behind her pushing my bike, this bike then inadvertently beeps behind her, guess what this dork then says? "Is that an ass detector?" We broke a good laugh. Still crazy! It was the last time I was seeing her before I later heard news that she got a kid with a big celeb in town.

Fuck I will forever cherish her soul! For writing a cool page in my life story, I owe her her flowers. She's married now with kids, I couldn't be happier for her!