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she was too good to be true she was nice, but i a…

she was too good to be true

she was nice, but i am trapped in a web of lies here and it is time to come clean.

chloe is not real.

she never existed: she was an exercise in character developement. and what a character she was, what an astonishing conglomeration of all the really great people i have ever known and ever hope to meet. it was too easy though, with no restrictions like that. since she wasn’t real, it was easy to make her perfect. no one actually wears atari t-shirs and skips rocks in the dead of night, teaches comparative literature to high school freshmen, or puts up with fruit smoothies served in martini glasses.

i wish there was: if there is, she lives nearby, i’m practically sure of it. the demographics of this town put smart, athletic, twentysomething females with good taste in music in much higher density than anywhere else i would want to live. i’ll miss chloe though, we went on some pretty fantastic dates. they were, of course, all my idea: chloe’s one shortcoming is that she never came up with anything fun to do. i hear that is one of the biggest problems with not existing. it must be a drag. who knows though, maybe one day the blue fairy will come by at night and make her real.

in real life, it would be a pain to date chloe. i know i could never measure up to her, between her encyclopedic knowledge of feng shui, her laid-back charm, and her leg speed. she would be too perfect to actually spend any time with, which would only get on the nerves of any non-perfect people nearby. such as myself. and were a chloe to actually exist, she would likely not venture onto the pages of heelwing dot com for some time.

anyhow, chloe has now come and gone. without eulogizing her, she was great to spend time with and fantastic to write about. we had common interests (i know, a huge shock there) and connected really well. you can read the complete, excerpted and unabridged, story of chloe too. i understand she was a little too obvious (my dad noted that she “reads like a short story”. besides being too good to be true, the reason she read like a short story is that she was one. so:

the end.