2 posts tagged “crystal the redhead”

Thought I'd update the situation with Crystal the redhead, not that anyone but me probably cares, but...

So to follow on from the first message I got, I sent her one back telling her that she was welcome to stay with her new man but I had no room for 4 extras. She was OK with it (really, what could she say?) and then started asking me how I could get her a visa - um, I can't, I'm not an immigration lawyer. I tried to be all super helpful and sent her heaps of links to different real estate websites, job websites and the link to the Australian immigration site - to which I received the following:

CTRH: As for jobs, I make about $1,000/week US, so just find me something like that, but we'll take anything to start with - just find us a job for bills. And if you can rent us a 3 bedroom apartment close to you that would be great. I'll send you some money for the deposit, but just find a nice family place for us

Me: Uhhhh, I don't work in recruitment, so you'll have to get your own jobs. And, I don't work in real estate either, so probably best for you to check out those websites I sent and then find a place when you get here

Seriously? I was supposed to get her and her new guy JOBS? WTF?! AND find them a place to live, AND get them visas!

So while I'm reeling in disbelief that someone would ask such things - let alone someone I haven't seen in over 15 years - I thought I'd ask her how they met and what their story was... because in one message she would tell me how full of money he was, then in the next, they were going to have to all stay at my place - strangeness - anyway, as you might have guessed they didn't exactly fall for each other after attending a Richard Dawkins lecture, no, they met on myspace.

myspace. *shakes head*

You leave your husband of 12 years (or whatever it is) and uproot your family to move to another hemisphere for a guy you met on myspace?

But apparently she "knows the difference between infatuation and love"... OK.

If my memory serves me correctly, when we were friends back in high school, and internet chat rooms were new and cool, Crystal the redhead had a thing for a guy who lived in Ohio. They would chat all night, she would come to school looking like she'd been beaten, run over, and then thrown in a bush. But she was in love. Being the shy, retiring flower I was back then I would be all nervous around 'real life' boys so could understand the appeal of the internet (but was too busy being in love with Eddie Vedder to see 'real life' boys anyway), but she assured me it was real love and nothing, nothing, not even distance would stand in the way of this modern day Romeo and Juliet story.

Nothing that is, except photographs. When cuteboy16 (or whatever he was) turned out to be fat-boy-exam-failure-25, it was the quickest turn around I've ever seen.

Now, I'm not Einstein, but something tells me that Crystal the redhead doesn't remember this...

I told you already about my high school exchange from NZ to Alabama. I lived with a nice Mormon family, and my host sister was Miss Popularity cheerleader who dated the football (sorry, grid iron) jock. As I'm naturally not one of the 'cool kids', and hated their 'I'm so freakin awesome, kiss my ass attitude' I gravitated away from Brandy (host sister) and her group of friends and ended up making friends with the group who hung out at break times under the stairs (I'm not kidding, that was our meeting place).

My best friend was a girl called Crystal. She was awesome. She was everything at the time that I was about. It was the mid 90's, No Doubt were so cool and we rebelled together against the pretty Southern Belle conservative stereotype. This was back before I had really discovered boys/cigarettes/alcohol (I was a late bloomer) so we used to bond over Tori Amos, Janis Joplin and the Ramones - every Friday night we'd hang out at Books-a-million and eat Taco Bell, and when Bobby, the very cool and cute skateboarder dumped my ass right before the prom, Crystal mopped up my tears and we ate copious amounts of icecream to make it better. She had crazy curly orange hair, was a little chubby, and prone to wearing dead cool retro t-shirts with long socks pulled up over her knees and crazy shorts - I guess she was a chubby, red haired Juno.

Crystal's a risk taker. She was pregnant and married by the time she was 17. We lost touch after a couple of years, and only recently - as in last month - after about 12 years - have we gotten back in contact through facebook.

She was still with her husband, and they had another child too. She seemed happy and all was well.

Crystal disappeared off facebook for awhile - which is cool, she has a life, two kids to raise and I thought nothing of it. Until this morning.

Sitting nicely in my inbox was long, desperate sounding rant from her about how she was getting a divorce from her husband, and that she had met some new guy, he is really rich and they are moving to Australia so she can live with me.

What the f***?!!!

In her message she asks me to put her them up for a couple of weeks until they find jobs and a place to stay. I live in a tiny apartment with a room mate - there is no room for a family of four.

I hope that she was just drunk and emotional when she wrote the email, but I have a feeling she may be knocking on my door soon.

I love her of course, but really, I haven't seen the girl in 15 years and while she's welcome to stay if she wants (well, if its her and her new man, seriously, I dont have room for two extra kids as well) - I'm not sure I like the fact that she wants to move to Australia based on the fact that its just cause I'm here...

this is seriously werid.