::Sighs:: I will admit, all women make a critical mistake in their love lifes. Some date actors, some date musicians...and I, ::sighs:: dated an Artist. Oh, but not any sci/fi, or magazine artist.... A COMIC book artist.

Jeff.....I love'd the way his name sounded with mine.. Jeffery and Angelique.. There is a song lyric that described us perfectly..."I looked so good on you" Of course, it wasn't me saying it..It was him. I was the offical "Trophy Girlfriend". My first, and hopefully, my last. He was... well, to explain our relationship...it was pure. It was innocent.. I am a little old for that type, but hey...if that is what my signifigant other feels comfortable with just that, I am there. He and I were perfect for each other. He had young, schoolboy looks...kind of a N'Snyc boy or something sweet like that...

What finally happened is that I was tired of being treated like a trophy. I was tired of being the only one to make the descions, and I was tired of his friends. The walls started to close in, and everything became dark. He was getting worse, and I could not take it anymore....and despite all my talks with him, he just told me how I was wrong, and since he was "An Artist" and "He is the one making the Art, and Living his dream" I was wrong. So, I quickly learned that I was in a bad situation. Being with him for almost a year...11 months or so.. I could not let go. I loved him dearly, though I knew he did not return the affections...(that is, untill I left) So I picked up my things, and I cried on his shoulder, and I left...And as he walked me home, for old times sake, I started to feel worse. I to this day regret losing him.. I sincerly believe that if we had met later in our lives...we would of stayed together... this is what I get for dating an Artist!!!!!!