Quack is one of the most beautiful girls in Dickinson, though she is hardly ever here anymore. I am glad that she does not spend much time in Dickinson, because I don’t want her to be ruined. I only ever have a vague idea where she is, which is probably for the best because I worry about her, and I am infatuated with her, so I am better off not knowing where she is.
I believe that I first saw her in either 2011 or 2013, both where she was working and also at the West River Community Center. She was about 5′-8″ or 5′-9″, very thin, about 105 lb, with very pretty long brown hair. I have always suspected that she is part Cherokee Indian because of her cheek bones, complexion, and also because of her slight, yet athletic physique.
One reason why she may appear to be part Cherokee Indian, is she runs, hikes, swims, and rock climbs every day, and she is in very good physical condition, with hardly any body fat at all. I could say that I have never seen or met another woman in Dickinson that looked like Quack, and that would be mostly true, Judy Anderson and Marinna Marsh have the same kind of natural beauty, but Quack’s physical beauty is more wild, untamed, and rugged.
I absolutely can say that Quack’s demeanor, bearing, and personality is unlike any other woman that I have met in North Dakota, Idaho, and Texas. This is the best thing about Quack, by far the best thing. Before I describe it, I want explain where it comes from.
Quack’s father, Gary, was a geography professor at Dickinson State University, very intelligent and very educated. Both Gary and his wife Gia must have been very alert, aware, conscious, deliberate, observant, and nurturing people. No one could have raised a human being better. Any bad human characteristic, like greed, envy, jealousy, hate, laziness, dishonesty, treachery, vanity, or materialism, Quack does not have. All the good characteristics like love, kindness, empathy, fearlessness, and politeness, Quack does have.
I sometimes worry about her because she seems innocent and childlike still, but she only comes across this way because she is not ruined, she knows what is going on as much as anyone does. She knows that I like her, but she does not let this bother her, nor does she hold this against me. I felt this way about Codi Miller too.
The last time I saw her, I asked her if she had seen the movie “Into The Wild”. Quack said that she had. I could tell that she was pretty familiar with the movie from her response. She should be familiar with this movie, because this is her, only I didn’t tell her that. I looked at her, and I think that she thinks that this is her too, though she may not have ever told anyone.
“Into The Wild” is a movie and a book that was created from the actual real life diary/journal left behind by a young man named Chris. Chris graduated from Emory University in Atlanta, and he had no intention of entering a profession, having a career, and settling into the suburbs with a wife and kids. Chris wanted to simply live life, to experience life as completely and fully as possible, without any of the things that ruin or destroy life and what is real. Career, possessions, responsibilities, obligations, anger, greed, hostility, jealousy, vanity, pride, fear, guilt, ……he didn’t want any of it, and he traveled further and further into the wild, and once he became completely far away from people, he got himself into a situation where he accidentally died.
Quack is one of the the least materialistic women that I have ever met. I am sure that just like any woman, she sees a jacket that she likes, or pants that she likes, and thinks that she would like to have them, but then she lets go of the idea. The same for a house or a car. This is the same thing that little girls do, they see things that they would like to have one day, they are happy in that thought, but then they become just as distracted by the sight of a dog, a cat, or ice cream. They aren’t like grown women full of every kind of anger, hate, jealousy, envy, vanity, pride, treachery, plot, and scheme to get the house they want or the car they want.
I have met only a few women like Quack, and they were all very beautiful. I have made the observation in the past, that some girls who grow up always having a natural physical beauty, the ones who don’t have hardly any defect in their character, personality, or appearance, by the time that they reach adulthood they don’t “need” anything. It is like they are so complete and not lacking anything within themselves, that they don’t really “need” or have to have any “thing”. Leaving a life for them where they just seek to experience things.
(Note: I had originally published this blog post with Quack’s full name in the title. Quack talked to me and tried to explain why she didn’t want this blog post to exist. I agreed to remove her last name from the blog post title and the blog post, so that this blog post would not cause her problems. With her last name removed from the blog post title and the blog post, eventually this blog post would have dropped out of the search results that were returned when performing an internet search using her name.
Even after I had removed Quack’s last name from the blog post title and the blog post, in the short term, so many people kept looking at this blog post about Quack, that this blog post moved back up to the very top of the search results when an internet search was done using her name. So now I have removed any part of her name from the blog post title, so that eventually this blog post will not appear in the search results that are returned when an internet search is done using her name.
I might recommend to the reader, a blog post titled, “What It Would Be Like To Be Married To A Small Freshwater Duck”.)