I had heard about him in the papers. All night long I would lay in bed wondering about this curious creature. I heard he had a way with women. That he could make them feel things that they had never felt before. I heard that he was handsome, and that he made you go weak at the knees. I heard that he was a whore. That he enjoyed himself. I never let in to these rumors. Then again, I never thought that I would ever have the chance to meet him.
Him being the one and only, over-glorified, cocky jerk known as Jimmy Darling. The one and only "Lobster Boy". I hate that name. I hated that name before I met him. Who in their downright mind would accept that as a nickname? Even if they are freak?! Of course his famous hands are what I have heard about really. That they have some kind of power over women. It makes me sick. Of course I never let him touch me.
It was a brief meeting between him and I, not long enough to spark any real conversation. Not that I would want to engage in any with him. I had decided one night that I would see for myself if the rumors were true. I admit I had wanted Jimmy's hands. It was a weak moment on my part. I was completely thrown from a previous relationship that had ended poorly. Anyway, the show started off without a bang. One by one each freak of nature stepped up onto the stage and did their best to amaze us. Believe me, I was impressed by a few, while I was completely horrified by others. At last it came to Jimmy's turn, and he appeared on stage with a smirk wide across his face. His act consisted of nothing extraordinarily exciting, only his hands. I found myself bored by his dull performance and decided at once that my suspicions were true and that he was a pig and nothing to gawk at.
I was about to leave when it happened. He looked straight at me through the crowd. Those piercing eyes of his staring right into mine. He smirked. I on the other hand stood there looking at him for what seemed like ages. Then he winked and continued his act. Right after that I left. I wasn't going to be toyed with by some horny freak. I was leaving.
Unluckily for me his act was over just as I was walking out and he walks right. into. me.
"Hey there", he says with that smirk on his face. Dammit! What do I say?! Keep your eyes low, just look at the ground and maybe he'll leave you alone..
"Come on there's no reason to be rude, I'm just trying start a conversation with you here" he says, exasperated.
"Oh yes, like I would enjoy talking to a pig like you. What are we gonna do, talk and go have a good time?""Yes actually, I wouldn't mind tha-"I cut him off, "Your'e despicable." I then glared at him and left.