I think I'll call this one: The Dog that Brought Monogamy
By: The Armadillo at Oasismag.com

Note: I wrote this one just a few minutes ago and I didn't really evaluate it yet. Just bare with me here and enjoy if you want. I'll keep writing if I get positive feedback, or if I get bored. Whichever comes first.
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Intro:
Imagine that there’s only one person meant for you. In most people’s lives, this is not a fantasy, but a truth. I never believed life to be this way, until she came into mine.

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I was unusually friendly with most everyone. As long as they seemed to have a positive attitude, and possibly even a brain, I would talk to them. Perhaps I am naïve, but I’ve always been some what popular with people as a result of this friendly demeanor. Some of my greatest friends just attributed it to ADD. I always thought that was funny because my grades were always better than my friends’ growing up.

I have always been pretty outgoing, to get to the point. Many friends, but I never had lovers.

I grew up pretty Tom-boyish. I loved playing music, and then I got to high school and joined sports. I tried to be a little more girly but it never really seemed to fit my personality. I never thought I could be gay, but then again, I didn’t really have any feelings for anyone. So, I sort of claimed to be “asexual.”

One day in high school, my friends all got bored and decided it was time to play the Ouija Board. They would ask questions like, “Does Chris like me?” or “Does Rusty have a big dick?” Then they would ask me who I liked and when it came to the point of my explaining that I didn’t have any romantic interests, they would just ask, “Who will Danielle marry?” It gave some lame answer, and no one really thought about me much after that. My mother later found out about us playing with the devil’s game, so I stopped playing around with anything like that.

Then one day, we went to a tarot reader at grad night. The woman said that I must be bisexual. My friends laughed and it really sort of embarrassed me, but I kind of thought it was funny too, so I laughed and thought all this mumbo jumbo was just ridiculous. I gave little thought to my sexuality all throughout my adolescent school career.

I went on to become quite the partier the Summer after I graduated. I started to think I was quite the fe-pimp. I would always get drunk and kiss some guy, but I wouldn’t let them get to me. I would often kiss two or three different guys in one night, but it wasn’t for romance. Just for fun. I wasn’t into relationships, since I always knew people to cheat on each other. So I didn’t want to be involved. I always wondered how anyone could settle for just one when they could have many.

Later on, I went to a party and a bunch of my graduating class happened to be there. There was a girl who I used to talk to quite frequently in my math class. She was trying to turn on a group of guys by stating that she wanted to kiss me. I was playing the guitar with a couple of guys and yet I heard this. She then asked me, “Wanna kiss?” and I was disgusted. I thought of her as a friend and nothing more. It didn’t matter how much I had to drink.

So I went on thinking I was pretty asexual. Then one unusual day, I met Kelly. She was absolutely gorgeous, like most people of Brazilian descent. The funny thing is that she was watching me as I swam with my friend’s dog.

Butch, the dog, just loved me and he used to run around “his pool,” trying to catch me from the outside. After a while he would give up and get in the pool to follow me around, biting at the water as it splashed from my limbs.

I was playing with butch keeping him away from my limbs as I splashed at him and swam around, when suddenly I caught a glimpse of the most beautiful human being alive. I kept splashing at Butch, but turned my head to say hello. (You know me and my usually friendly attitude)

“HEY, I’M DAFFFUUUUUUUUCK!!!” That’s when butch accidentally bit my hand rather than the water. Blood started to seep out of my hand as I panicked and swam to the side. “Son of a bitch!” I looked down and three of my fingernails were bruised while blood kept seeping out. I looked up to see if the beautiful woman was still there but she had vanished. Great, I scared her away.

I started walking toward the sliding-glass door to the house, when she returned with a first aid kit. “Hi, I thought you could use this, Dah-fuck.” She said as she laughed with amusement.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” I said as she pressed an anti-bacterial wipe against the teeth marks on my hand. “Shhhhhh,” the sting started to hit me.

“Well it’s the least I can do since I think that this is my fault... I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself, I’m Kelly.” She kept pressing against the bite marks, but I was numb to the feeling. I couldn’t get my mind off of the beautiful girl touching me. I didn’t say anything for moment as it seemed as though I was lost. She smelled really good and I must’ve smelled of chlorine.

“Gosh, this is probably gross to you. Also, my name’s not Dah-fuck…” I started to laugh and then continued explaining. “My real name’s Danielle.” She started laughing and I didn’t feel awkward anymore. I just stared at her as she bandaged my hand with perfection.

“Well, your real name is lovelier than the other…and this doesn’t gross me out, I’m working on becoming an RN so I volunteer at the Cassville Hospital. Bed pans, on the other hand, really gross me out.”

“I don’t even want to imagine,” I said as I smiled like an idiot. There was something in her touch that sent chills down my spine. All I could do was just breathe her in as though I was trapped in a basement for years and this was my first breath of fresh air.