By Hunter Perez
As I stood in the pillory dreading the prospect of several extra hours added to my imprisonment, I tried to decipher why Nicky would ever consider proposing marriage to a screwball like Holmgren. Between the casual cruelty of his prankish behavior and his nonstop talking, I would imagine anyone who harbored romantic thoughts about Holmgren would eventually either turn homicidal or suicidal in having such a lunatic as a lover.
There wasn’t very much material for me to put together a portrait of what made Holmgren tick. The key to his character, I theorized, was that he remembered me from photos that Nicky copied from online. I wondered what kind of a person would have such a crisp recall of photos of a friend of a friend? Were my photos that stunning? I think he called one photo a “male model” shot, which no one ever said about me. Was he as obsessional as Nicky? I thought opposites attracted – perhaps not in this case.
It all started with a curious chat online. The guy seamed pretty eager to meet, and we messaged a bit before we made a plan to meet. I was told only to bring my phone and the clothes I was wearing, nothing more. It was a pair of leather jeans and a hoodie plus a pair of AF1. No underwear allowed.