...continued
I think I mentioned before that I had a sort of reunion with my high-school boyfriend this summer. If I didn't here is a quick "what happened in last weeks episode".
Part of my small business includes selling miscellaneous items on ebay and Amazon.com. I received an order for a "Morning Becomes Eclectic" cd and found that the buyers last name was familiar to that of my high school boyfriends. Now, this isn't a typical all cute and innocent high school boyfriend. Yes, it was in high school but it transcended into adulthood or (in my case) semi-adulthood. Without going into any gory details, coming from a disasterous home life of alcohol abuse and other unmentionable abuse too personal for my profile (if you need more info feel free to read my "groups" and read the ring of memberships they tell a bigger more dramatic story by themselves). Needless to say, it ended in two restraining orders on both parties, suicide threats, bullets in the mail and a lot of testosterone fueled with a hapless damsel in distress!
You get the picture.
So hoping for the best and having no fear with the trails of life behind me, I sent a hook email to him. I addressed it to the name I knew him as and if it was him he would response; if not he wouldn't; if he didn't want to same answer. I waited.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...I'm plugging through what I thought was a happy relationship and really trying to stay true to my word and commitment I had to my dear one. I tried.
Then I received a email from my old high school eight ball and after a number of apologies and light-hearted memories and a safety check to ensure that he wasn't still obsessed with me we embarked on email correspondence. I kept it pretty simple considering I didn't want any waves or cause any waves or in any way be dishonest with my loved one at the time.
Well then....if you know me, you'll know that in June--I was dumped.
I laugh now....hahahahah! Because Jesus H. CHrist I can but needless to say, I thought a little mmmmmph? regarding the old flame. He lives somewheres up north and came down to visit some friends here isn O.C. and I thought heck, why not ask him to stop by LA and give me a shout. We could check out "X" here at the Junction and catch up face to face. Well...we did just that. Amazingly he looks EXACTLY THE SAME sans a few grey hairs and also hasn't really had as much life experience as I have so he pretty much was the same person I remembered. We had dinner and went over old times, he said he always remembered that I was pretty wild, reminded me of why I don't drink anymore and said some truly lovely things about me and how he wished he could have told me how he felt about me before I left. Very sweet! We had a really great time, took some pictures that I've included in my photos and rekindled--our friendship. Although I really enjoyed our time together and there was definately that desire to go back to the safety of the shrine and constant pedastal, I always fall on my face and become just me--boogers and all. I also realized that I'm not over my last relationship. But this groovy little sentiment was just passed my way via my Friendster profile from my high school boyfriend and I thought I would share....because it makes me feel good and right now I need all the stroking I can get!
]Chuckie, 08/27/2004:
D and I had not seen each
other in a while. 4,715 days to be
precise. Finally the time was right to
meet again. For a long time I had no
idea where she was. It only made
perfect sense that I would find her in a
land known as the City of Angels. There
she was standing on the sidewalk...the
same beautiful girl I once knew. The
same great laugh. The same wonderful
personality. The same amazing smile.
She was just as I remembered her...only
better. I am not the only one that can
see the wonder of D. Everyplace we
walked we bumped into one of her
friends. It's good to have D back in
my life, even though we are just friends
now. She has always had a special
place in my heart. Was 4,715 days a
long time to wait? Yes, but it was worth
every minute. There is no substitute for
the real D.
I think I mentioned before that I had a sort of reunion with my high-school boyfriend this summer. If I didn't here is a quick "what happened in last weeks episode".
Part of my small business includes selling miscellaneous items on ebay and Amazon.com. I received an order for a "Morning Becomes Eclectic" cd and found that the buyers last name was familiar to that of my high school boyfriends. Now, this isn't a typical all cute and innocent high school boyfriend. Yes, it was in high school but it transcended into adulthood or (in my case) semi-adulthood. Without going into any gory details, coming from a disasterous home life of alcohol abuse and other unmentionable abuse too personal for my profile (if you need more info feel free to read my "groups" and read the ring of memberships they tell a bigger more dramatic story by themselves). Needless to say, it ended in two restraining orders on both parties, suicide threats, bullets in the mail and a lot of testosterone fueled with a hapless damsel in distress!
You get the picture.
So hoping for the best and having no fear with the trails of life behind me, I sent a hook email to him. I addressed it to the name I knew him as and if it was him he would response; if not he wouldn't; if he didn't want to same answer. I waited.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...I'm plugging through what I thought was a happy relationship and really trying to stay true to my word and commitment I had to my dear one. I tried.
Then I received a email from my old high school eight ball and after a number of apologies and light-hearted memories and a safety check to ensure that he wasn't still obsessed with me we embarked on email correspondence. I kept it pretty simple considering I didn't want any waves or cause any waves or in any way be dishonest with my loved one at the time.
Well then....if you know me, you'll know that in June--I was dumped.
I laugh now....hahahahah! Because Jesus H. CHrist I can but needless to say, I thought a little mmmmmph? regarding the old flame. He lives somewheres up north and came down to visit some friends here isn O.C. and I thought heck, why not ask him to stop by LA and give me a shout. We could check out "X" here at the Junction and catch up face to face. Well...we did just that. Amazingly he looks EXACTLY THE SAME sans a few grey hairs and also hasn't really had as much life experience as I have so he pretty much was the same person I remembered. We had dinner and went over old times, he said he always remembered that I was pretty wild, reminded me of why I don't drink anymore and said some truly lovely things about me and how he wished he could have told me how he felt about me before I left. Very sweet! We had a really great time, took some pictures that I've included in my photos and rekindled--our friendship. Although I really enjoyed our time together and there was definately that desire to go back to the safety of the shrine and constant pedastal, I always fall on my face and become just me--boogers and all. I also realized that I'm not over my last relationship. But this groovy little sentiment was just passed my way via my Friendster profile from my high school boyfriend and I thought I would share....because it makes me feel good and right now I need all the stroking I can get!
]Chuckie, 08/27/2004:
D and I had not seen each
other in a while. 4,715 days to be
precise. Finally the time was right to
meet again. For a long time I had no
idea where she was. It only made
perfect sense that I would find her in a
land known as the City of Angels. There
she was standing on the sidewalk...the
same beautiful girl I once knew. The
same great laugh. The same wonderful
personality. The same amazing smile.
She was just as I remembered her...only
better. I am not the only one that can
see the wonder of D. Everyplace we
walked we bumped into one of her
friends. It's good to have D back in
my life, even though we are just friends
now. She has always had a special
place in my heart. Was 4,715 days a
long time to wait? Yes, but it was worth
every minute. There is no substitute for
the real D.
i_poop_too_much:
Thanks for the note, but it's a little beyond generic doom-n-gloom (but hey, it's the typical reaction). I've felt this way without pause for about a decade now. Every day. Thanks for taking the time though, I really do appreciate it.
i_poop_too_much:
Well, you can always cheer up a saddened young lad-hows about loaning me a couch for a little while if I were to entertain my thoughts of visiting L.A.?!