There’s nothing quite so intriguing as a story that is either real or seems so realistic that you can relate to it – either as a whole or perhaps just relating to a character in that story.
I’ve written entire books that were storylined from real events in my life and quite a few more that were based loosely on real events in my life. The rest of what I’ve written is fantasy … or fantasies that I have.
But what I write to you in this posting is a true story. It is not based on anything. It is an actual account of something that happened to me recently. And Stranger Than Fiction doesn’t even adequately describe it.
A few days ago, when in conversation with a vanilla female acquaintance, a most unexpected thing caught me off guard and made me think: “Wow. What a small world.”
Let me start from the beginning …
This conversation with VFA (Vanilla Female Acquaintance) was one of playful flirting. She asked me if I had ever been married. I told her that I was engaged twice, but that both engagements taught me exactly what engagements are supposed to teach people … whether or not we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together.
Then she asked if I had any kids, to which I jokingly replied: “Not that I’m aware of.”
Following that, she said this:
VFA: Okay, Nate. You and I are going to have a kid.
Nate: Are we really?
VFA: Yes … no, wait. We’re going to have 10 kids.
Nate: If we have 10 kids, I’m certain your uterus will fall out.
VFA: Maybe. But 5 of them will be girls, 2 of them will be boys and 3 will be ducks.
Nate: Okay. And what are we gonna name all of them?
VFA: Well, the girls will obviously all be princesses.
Nate: Okay. So how about … Aurora, Belle, Jasmine, Elsa …
VFA: … and Cinderella.
Nate: The ducks we could name Huey, Dewey and Louie.
Now this girl is the kind of person who can take a joke and who can dish a joke back out. She understands the boundaries of decency and she expects others to understand those boundaries as well. I really don’t run into people like this very often anymore. Or if I do, they don’t present themselves as understanding boundaries. This is what makes this girl such a joy to be around.
VFA: Now, what about the two boys?
With a smirk, I replied.
Nate: I’ve always been partial to the name Zeke.
VFA: Zeke … that’s a neat-sounding name. What are some other names that start with Z?
Nate: Let’s see. Well, there’s Zack.
VFA: No. Zack is a boring name.
Are you ready for this? She looked directly at me and said:
VFA: I’ve always liked … Zorro.
That was a very random name for her to have suggested. And there is only one correlation I know of that would connect the name Zeke to Zorro …………… me.
At that moment, having heard the name Zorro as a suggestion that she made, a friend who was standing nearby contorted his head and looked back at me – raising an eyebrow. Now, this friend knows that I am an ABDLer with a username and author name of Zorro Daddy. He himself is BDSM natured. But like me, he never lets on to his less-than-vanilla interests … not in public, not in open discussions and not in how he dresses.
Nate: How about that? She just came up with the name Zorro, unprompted.
That Friend: Yes. She most certainly did.
Time progressed for a few minutes with no further discussion. But whenever VFA and I had another dull moment in close proximity to one another, she would look at me and say:
VFA: Zeke and Zorro. Zeke and Zorro.
By this point, I had already done the female mind trick of analyzing the situation, having come up with 50 different explanations (none of which having any proof to back them up but with good circumstantial evidence to suggest their validity), having then disproven all 50 explanations and finally … have chalked the whole thing up as being coincidence only.
In all honesty, how many names can you come up with that start with the letter Z … especially with a quick response expected? There really aren’t that many. And besides, I was the only one who was truly spooked. However, having been an actor in 70-some different productions in my career, I was able to hide my reaction.
After all, it was just simple coincidence, right?
But a short while later, she asks me:
VFA: Okay, Nate. So, which one are you … Zeke or Zorro?
Aaaaaaaaand NOW I’m on the spot.
I will occasionally receive messages and emails from people who are putting out, what I call, “feelers”. These are messages that are sent to me with the cryptic purpose of trying to get information out of me or are trying to see how I will react to something specific.
On occasions, I will get messages from people who have written to me from other accounts, now sending me the same message from a catfish or sock puppet account.
This girl wasn’t one of those people. Or so I believe to be the case. So, I replied with a simple answer.
Nate: Well, I guess I’m both of them … sort of.
VFA: Hmm. So, you’re both. That must not be easy.
This was the moment when I decided to do something that has often been done to me. I put out one of those “feelers”.
Nate: Yeah. And you know what the only thing is that comes between Zeke and Zorro?”
VFA: What’s that?
She opened her mouth widely and then laughed.
That really didn’t give me any kind of answer. But it was certainly the first time in my life that both of my worlds collided, marrying themselves together in an engagement that, this go-around, I had no control over for a short time. And also, for once, this great big world suddenly felt very small and more close-knitted than I had ever believed it could be.
I truly wish I could continue this true story and give you a conclusion to it that ties up loose ends while revealing what I myself would like to know. But I can’t continue the true story – because that’s where it ended.
And all I can say is: “Wow. What a small world.”