ricky

One fateful night in the month of September, Marissa, in her epitomizing starving-artist nature, hit up an infamous San Diego open-mic at Lestat's. Awkward and alone, during the 7th bad musican stretch, Marissa was introduced to Ricky. To none of their knowledge, they had been eyeing each other for the first two hours, and Ricky thought Marissa looked like someone famous (Marissa gets that a lot. Haha.) Marissa thinks she might have been wearing her bad glasses because Ricky was wearing (from head to toe), a knit beanie over his wild, tousled curls, a beard-moustache combo resembling a trucker or the most notorious of southern rockers from the 70s (think John Deere meets the Allman Brothers Band), a wool v-neck sweater over a plaid collered-Penguin, all tied up with a scarf, designer jeans... the best is yet to come... the 1 1/2-inch heeled leather cowboy boots. Shazam! Love at first sight. It turned out that the two of them had mutual friends, Ricky thought Marissa was 16, Marissa thought Ricky was a dweeb for not asking for her number, but still Marissa knew he was going to be her husband and she was ready for the journey through the mountains, rivers, and valleys to come (all unknown to Ricky)... SO... Ricky followed Marissa, and Marissa followed Ricky back to Lestat's the following week, both with intentions of different kinds. Ricky's being curious and careful, and Marissa's being "trying to rope him in". AND one month later, Ricky somehow finds himself receiving spa treatments by Marissa... the end... ...of the beginning...