The Story Behind Snake...
It started with a joke my sister made. The joke wasn't even directed towards me either actually.. it was to a friend of hers. My sister forgot to tell her friend that this... predicament.. was a joke and had her believing it for an entire day.
Let's back track before I get ahead of myself here..
Basically, in a casual conversation, my 10 year old sister told her friend (who had asked about my relationship status) that I had a boyfriend named Snake; the reason I couldn't go to the event they were at. I was preoccupied with my new beau. The reaction from the little girl was reserved and accepting.
The next day, when my sister returned to this weekend event, she hung out with her friend again. Out of nowhere, the friend turned to my sister and said in disbelief "Does your sister actually have a boyfriend named Snake?". A look of genuine concern accompanied the question.
My sister then relayed to her friend that Snake was merely a joke and that I had no boyfriend. My folks found it funny, so it became a common joke to refer to every once in a while. Finally in my late teens and early 20's, people wanted to know about my love life and why I didn't have a boyfriend. My scapegoat? Snake.
I would jokingly tell them of Snake and all the marvelous plans we had together. I even gave him a few unique physical features. He was actually biracial. An anomaly of sorts really; his mom was Chinese and his dad was Arabian.
With every question I am asked, I add to the story.
So there you have it. The background story of my first and last love, Snake; the made up boyfriend whose story is yet to be fully told.
Stay tuned; not even I know where his story will take us next but I will be sure to spill the beans here first.
- Mrs.Snake <3