Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2000 19:24:29 EST From: SLK2308888@aol.com Subject: ~I Wanna Be With You~ Chapter 0 General Announcements~ Hey you lovely people you. Are you shocked to see me post something up in less than a month, I sure am. Actually I started my little preface for this story a while back but never had the chance to finish it. Kind of gives the story line a bit more dimension and an ominous feel to it *impending doom music*. Well since you're here and the only people who are probably reading this are the only ones who care, I want to bitch about how there are no nice guys out there. For those of you who are, email me now (yes right now, don't even read the story). Particularly cute Aussie men (wink . . . I think I've got something in my eye . . . wink wink). Marriage proposals are currently being accepted at this time, along with gifts and money (really feel free to send me some . . . damn credit card bills). This story is entirely fictional (your basic Cinderella story HAPPY style), the characters represented in the story are merely fictitious ones who have been influenced by people that I know or experiences I've had. Superficial arrogant comments made by the main character are not the views of the author (OK maybe half of the time but you shut up its my story damnit!). If you're under 18 or 21 in some states, you shouldn't be here (SCRAM before I make you pay my bills, and you thought the National Debt was bad . . ..) If your 18 and older (cute, funny, and can buy me lots of nice stuff [or that previously mentioned Aussie man, you do realize you must marry me now] email me!) go ahead and read! Enjoy the story! Any questions/comment/suggestions can be sent to SLK2308888@aol.com with the subject heading of ~I Wanna Be With You~. Stick a fork in me . . . Cause I am DONE! = )~ ------------------- I Wanna Be With You By Rick ------------------- Chapter 0: Being Patrick Sean Peterson Psst! Hey you, yes you! Who else would be perverted enough to read something on Nifty? Well I'm sure you obviously stumbled onto this story hoping for some quickie jerk-off fic, sadly this is one of the dismal few where "Mr. Happy" won't be getting much attention. Well you're still reading this so I'm assuming I've got your interests piqued haven't I. Hey you've obviously got nothing better to do, so heck why not try this strange new concept called R-E-A-D-I-N-G. Yes I know its new to many of you, but if you try it long enough you might find that you enjoy this reading business, and yes dare I say it, you might be smiling right now at how cheesy this introduction is. Now they say that life is a learning process, how we learn through our achievements and failures. Well I'm here to tell you that those who think everything we needed to know we learned in kindergarten are probably those annoying few who think that their cup is not only half full . . . it has also runeth over. In elementary school they teach the ideal of Patriotism. How we conquered the "savages" who had run amuck in the forests, deserts, hills and plains of our mighty nation. How great men, filled with the ideals of liberty and justice for all prevailed and denounced evil. However, by the time we hit Graduate school we've analyzed and dissected the shittiest little details of our imperfect society. Our forefathers owning slaves, Watergate, an infamous blue "Cum all over, Cum all over Baby" dress and more "sexual relations" (damn Clinton was busy). So the cup isn't half full, in fact it's not even half-empty, the government has drilled a tiny a hole at the bottom to suck us dry. Armed with this knowledge I went into the world a sarcastic and cynical skeptic. The best things in life really aren't free; otherwise we wouldn't care about the Feds, interest rates or taxes. Nor is there anything in life that IS free, anyone who tells you so is probably scamming you for something one way or another. Maybe it was a lack of love from my parents as a child, or something in the water supply; all I know is that I never truly felt fulfilled or quenched with this unknown yearning. Until a chance encounter, a time in my life when aching with dying thirst, a Holy Grail appeared before me. Quenching my mind, body and soul, I felt refreshed and alive, ready to take on the world. My outlook changed, life wasn't just a box of chocolates, it felt more like a 10-pound box of my favorite Godiva chocolates without those sick ones with cherry centers that taste like cough syrup. But what happens when that seemingly endless well does run dry? Do you wait in hopes that it fills up once more or do you go in search of another watering hole? For better or for worse, mankind spirals towards its inevitable destiny, but on this ride, this roller coaster of ups and downs, good times and bad; maybe, just maybe, we can learn a little bit about human nature and humanity. We are animals, and as such, we have impulses that can greatly affect the way we act, think and react. Someday I hope to find what truly defines and sets us apart from our ape ancestors (i.e. Patrick Ewing) Now the whole notion of sex puzzled and still puzzles me to this day. From the first strong belief of cooties to the nudie mags that my friends had underneath their beds, you were sort of just expected to know the most primal of mating dances. Everyone has stories about the embarrassing "birds and bees" talk with their dad. Unfortunately my dad never even bothered to explain a thing to me. He merely sat me down, cleared his throat and told me girls were trouble and that I shouldn't get involved with something I couldn't handle. In hindsight, I guess this was the only command I ever followed from him . . . but I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. Rather than bore you with an epic story of my childhood, why not get down to the nitty-gritty of it all? They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Well shit if I knew I would have been through so much crap I would have thought twice about going through with it all. Would I have gone through with it all over again? Maybe, would I have wanted thinks to go differently? Yes and No, but who doesn't look back on their life and think, "Hey if I would have just done such and such, where would I be now?" The answer is . . . we'll never know. I highly doubt scientists building some time machine any time soon (unless of course the government's in on it in which case we're all screwed anyway). No, this isn't some science fiction story so those of you with your Star Trek uniforms on, greeting me with the Vulcan "live long and prosper" symbol, you better hurry up and leave before I call the Borg on you. "Resistance IS futile." By this time, I'm pretty sure you're asking what the hell I've been smoking (its some real good SHI-ET). As many of you are starting to notice, yes I am . . . (an arrogant prick) perfect. Hey this feels like a good "Wonder Years" moment so why not take a look at my life, I'm sure you have nothing better to do with yours right now anyway. Come along, you know you want to. Its just like "Being John Malcovich" except you get to see a much better story progression . . .. I'd also like to note (for legal purposes) that if you find yourself in some ditch off the Jersey Turnpike, don't blame me. Consider yourself warned. Enjoy! To Be Continued?????? Well obviously, now go read or re-read Chapter One. Hit me back to chat at SLK2308888@aol.com with the subject heading of ~I Wanna Be With You~.