Hannah Pittard
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82 appearances
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first heard Feb 2025
last heard Feb 2025
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For the first time ever, I stopped wearing jog bras. And then I started wearing skirts with her encouragement, and I started showing off my body. I'm coming out of my shell, and she's helping me come out of my shell.
When Trish would call me, it was, meet me at this bar. She drank beers, she drank shots. And so I started drinking beers and I started drinking shots. And I noticed that it was a lot easier to be at bars and easier to talk to townies and strangers. And I followed her lead direction.
I felt like here at last is a friend who's cool, who I can talk to and go out with. Here's my first female adult friend. Her friendship, when I was feeling so vulnerable, was transformative.
We were brought closer by the fact that my stepfather, who had adopted me, was sick my entire second year.
She understood grief and she understood loss. And when I would become quiet or start crying at a bar, she was not judgmental. She knew how to act around me.
And so I ultimately ended up isolating myself from them and sort of glommed on to Trish and the Charlottesville music scene.
Trish and George, they loved the band. They loved this guy. Trish said one night, you gotta meet him. He's so great. He's so cute. He had a girlfriend, so I didn't think of him as a love interest, but I did meet him, and I was like, ah, he is cute.
Trish knew that I played a lot of Scrabble with my family, and she knew that Patrick played Scrabble. And I never would have made the first move to be in touch with Patrick because I didn't really know how to have male friends at that point in my life.
I got a phone call one day from Patrick saying, Trish says you play Scrabble. I said, yeah, I play Scrabble. And he said, OK, well, I'm on the downtown mall. Why don't you bring your Scrabble board and let's play? And I said, I thought you have a girlfriend. And he's like, this isn't a date. I do have a girlfriend. I want to play Scrabble. And I thought, oh, okay, weird, bizarre.
I'm not doing anything. So I went, we played Scrabble at a coffee shop and we just started playing Scrabble all the time. And he became my first male friend.
He's a really smart guy and he was an excellent critic and his brain was razor sharp. So we had great conversations and he was so much fun.
He just started dating a lot of women. And I thought, this is so wonderful. I've got a male friend who I get the male perspective from. He gets the female perspective from me.
His recovery corresponded with the beginning of the grieving process because my stepfather died and we started spending just a ton of time together.
I took Patrick out to my mom's farmhouse one day and the three of us played Scrabble and it was like the first time I saw my mom laugh and the two of them loved each other. They got along so well. And it got to the point where my mom would call Patrick when she'd come into town and say, I'm going to the grocery store. And Patrick would go to the grocery store with her. He would take her to bars.
I mean, he was helping her find small amounts of joy.
The four of us had become this kind of Charlottesville unit. I would see Patrick and we'd play Scrabble, and then we'd go to a bar and meet up with Trish and George.
You feel young and invincible, and this is where stories are happening. You're interacting with people, you're overhearing strange bits of dialogue.
I had so many ideas and I was still getting all of my writing done. And because I was in my 20s and made of elastic, I'd wake up the next morning at 7 and just start writing.
It felt like this fantasy that I had was within my reach as long as I keep trying. As long as I keep trying, I keep writing, there's a possibility that this could be my life.
But hanging out with Trish and me, fiction writers, hanging out with George, a poet, he did start writing stories.
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