The One That Got Away? - Page 3

Claire · 03-11-2005, 05:17 PM

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Or him/her?

Or them?

Cadaverous Pallor · 03-11-2005, 06:01 PM

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Or them?

Eliza Hodgkins 1812 · 03-11-2005, 08:24 PM

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Sorry ladies and gents, but I'll never understand not saying hi, not calling, not giving it a try. I was shy to a decent degree, but kids, when I see something I want, I go for it, because who wants to die unfullfilled?

I do. That way, I can have an epitaph that says, "If I could do it all again, I would have done a lot more things that made me blush." Heh.

But, tis good, good advice, lady love. If only we all could follow it.

€uroMeinke · 03-11-2005, 08:39 PM

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Sorry ladies and gents, but I'll never understand not saying hi, not calling, not giving it a try. I was shy to a decent degree, but kids, when I see something I want, I go for it, because who wants to die unfullfilled?

Heh, the challenge really is when you find yourself in a relationship, or are otherwise already in "love," what you do when you fall for someone else?

When we make decissions, we often leave something unfullfilled - so we gamble and hope we did the right things and learn to overcome the possible regrets. Being finite and mortal, there will always be desires unfullfilled.

Gemini Cricket · 03-11-2005, 10:48 PM

This thread hurts. In a good way, I guess.

His name was Nathan. He was an actor at the California university I did my undergrad studies at. Eyes like Harrison Ford and a smile like Tom Cruise and a body like Matt Damon.

He said I wasn't having enough fun in my life, so he showed me how.

One summer, things were particularly bad at home in Hawai'i, so I called him to vent about how my parents were having a really hard time with me being me. He told me to pack my bags and he'd come pick me up at LAX and we'd spend the summer in Lone Pine.

It was the best summer ever. He taught me how to fly fish, took me hiking, we helped a friend of his build a house, went camping and helped out with a town carnival.

That fall was wonderful and when winter came, I took him to Hawai'i. We had a blast. He stood up to my father when he was on one of his drunk belittle his son moments. He told my father he knew nothing about me and that I was smart and talented. I'll never forget him telling my dad that he should be lucky to have a son like me. No one has ever stood up to him like that before or since.

When the spring came, Nate decided he was bi. He started seeing an actress in the theatre dept.

However, he wanted both worlds: she and I. I said, I didn't like to share and told him I didn't want to see him ever again.

That summer was the worst ever. I was so brokenhearted I forgot to eat for days on end.

When the fall came, I ran into him at school and he looked worse than me. He was so sad and depressed, I felt bad. So, I told him that I was going to try out for one of the plays for the theatre dept. I dared him to do it, too. I told him that if he did, it would cheer him up. I directed his audition and he got the lead role. I got the supporting role. SHE was also in it. Painful.

Needless to say, the play was terribly hard to do. He and I fighting the whole time while pretending to be buddies on stage.

A bitter fight ensued on closing night. He told me he was straight and was just messing around with me for fun. He told me he hated gays like me and told me if I said anything to him about loving him that he would beat me up. Apparently, his parents didn't like the idea of us and wanted him to start dating girls or be written out of their will. I was crushed. We didn't speak for 10 years.

Last summer, we had our ten year college reunion. He showed up. I had fully expected his Ford Cruise Damon looks to errode into Ernest Borgnine Geoffrey Rush-esque ugliness... but no luck. He looked exactly the same. That f**ker.

However, 10 years had really changed things. He hugged me and told me that he wished things had ended better for us and he apologized for being such a jerk. I told him he should consider himself to be flattered that someone like me could love someone like him. He agreed. He said he's never been loved that way before or since me. Hmmm. He's married now to someone who looks and sounds just like me but with a vagina. Oh well.

I often hated myself for being so needy and heartbroken over him, but it helped me grow. He helped me out of this terrible shell I was in and I tamed a wild buck and helped him keep his hooves on the ground.

From time to time, we talk and email. He reminds me still that I'm worth my weight in gold. I remind him that that kind of crap talk doesn't work on people who really know him. He laughs.

He was my first love, not just a puppy love thang. He'll never go away, he's in my heart. But as was said before in this thread, I pat myself on the back for being able to talk to him and not feel like a hand is pulling my heart from my chest. It gets better each time.

His wife wants to meet me and find out who this person is Nathan keeps talking about. I'd love to tell her that a lot of who I am is because of Nate. I'd also like to dream of telling her that all the great sex she's having is because he's thinking of me. But, of course, I would never, ever say that.

Claire · 03-11-2005, 11:28 PM

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I told him he should consider himself to be flattered that someone like me could love someone like him. He agreed.

Damn straight. Big smooches.

Gemini Cricket · 03-11-2005, 11:34 PM

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Damn straight.

lol!

That damned 'straight'.

By the way, Ralphie knows this story. He knows of Nate. They both want to meet each other. Size each other up... Men!

libraryvixen · 03-12-2005, 12:21 AM

My friend, I'll call him Everett, and I met in in the 7th grade. We were the best of chums. In fact, we rode bikes to each other's houses, visited each other and talked through the window screens when we were grounded and sat around watching Jeopardy yelling out answers and keeping scores on a pad of paper on a regular basis.

Everett and I "dated" in the 8th grade for a while. Mostly because I was trying to make another guy jealous. Everett fell for me and I still looked at him as a friend. We still hung out but he held some pretty strong feelings for me.

Then one day... he told me his family was moving to Texas for his dad's new job. I was heartbroken. He was my best friend. I was a very big nerd in school. He was my Napoleon Dynamite and I was his Deb. He assured me that he would be visiting once in a while because his aunt and uncle lived in our little town. That was no consolation to me though because I had no idea how I was going to get through high school without him. He left 2 weeks before we were to be Freshman together.

We sent letters for about 3 months into the school year. For some reason or another, we lost each other's addresses. Being that the internet was not around for convenient people searches, we never heard from each other again.

Flash forward to Junior Year of high school. I never forgot about Everett but I figured I would never see him again so I went on being a Deb alone. There was a girl who I used to be friends with in Jr. high who was in my Advanced Algebra class. She was hot for Everett too, though Everett was really into my brain

I overheard her telling some other girls that her boyfriend was flying in from Texas to visit her. First... I couldn't comprehend what I was hearing and I thought "Is Everett her boyfriend?" and then thought "Why the hell did he not try to find or write me?"

When I approached the girl about it.. she got flustered and said that Everett told her that he never wanted to see me again because I never wrote to him. When I told her it sounded fishy, I asked her to let me know when he was going to be in town so I could talk to him face to face. She claimed to not know anything. So... I did what any angry geek in love would do... told her that I would beat her up if she didn't tell me his phone number. Luckily... she caved. I called him and it was as if the 2 1/2 years of not talking melted away and we picked up where we left off. Turns out that when Everett asked her to give me his phone number, she never did because she didn't want us to talk again.

Flash forward to Everett's army boot camp. He enlisted right after high school. We wrote love letters to each other in true lusty teenager style. He was still in Texas, I was still in California. All we had was our feelings... and nothing else.

Flash to Everett's college graduation. He was graduating from college and from ROTC as an officer and wanted me to come out to see him so I could escort him to the Officer's Ball. I couldn't go. I didn't have the money. We were both poor collge students so there was no way I could go.

That's where Everett met his future wife.

I got married to the ass.

As a nurse, he offered to deliver my baby for me and I turned it down. He was my best friend, but I'll be darned if he was going to look at my nether reigon.... professionally or not!!

Ass and I attended Everett's wedding. In fact, I was the best "woman" and stood up for him at the wedding. His wife was everything I thought she would be: gorgeous, intelligent and totally Alpha. His wife and I got along wonderfully. He gave me a gorgeous pen as my groomsman gift.

When Ass left me, he was the first person I called. What he said next broke my heart and it continues to break when I think back on it:

E: You know, I'm always late.
me: What are you talking about?
E: If I had just waited out a couple more years and not married T, I would have married you.

He and his wife flew B and I out to see them for Thanksgiving less than a month later due to the fact Everett was slated to go to Iraq for the next year +. His wife flew back out to go to a funeral the day before I left their home, so Everett and I were left with our daughters and with a ton of packing to do on my end.

We played some X-Box, talked smack about our mad alien killing skills and then, he reached out and stroked my hair. It was the one and only time we had physical contact. I'm not going to lie... it was electric. He drew his hand back and we scooted away from each other and never spoke about it again.

Neither of us were people who would ever have done anything about our feelings for each other nor were we the type of people who would ever cheat on our spouses or.. in my case... be okay with being with someone who was cheating on their spouse.

Even today... I still think back and wonder about the choices I've made in my life. Things like: what if I had gone left instead of right... what if I didn't marry Ass... what if I had gone to the Officer's Ball.. would I be the one married to Everett?

*sigh* I'm a sentimental fool.

Cadaverous Pallor · 03-11-2005, 11:21 PM

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Originally Posted by €uroMeinke

Heh, the challenge really is when you find yourself in a relationship, or are otherwise already in "love," what you do when you fall for someone else?

Ah, that is a big question. Never had to really run up against that. Through the years with Greg I have definitely had my share of crushes, or attractions, or whathaveyou. My head has been turned by wonderful guys with intriguing minds and attractive looks - especially those that are very unlike my husband. But it was never enough for me to ever think of leaving Greg. No one has ever really come close to that. It's laughable for me. Life, without him? Impossible.

I'm glad I've never really come up against that. It's a horrifying prospect. But it's a chicken and egg question. Have I never had that because I really am that solid and loyal to Greg, that NO ONE could ever be a better choice? Or is it because I haven't met anyone that could really compete? I shudder to think about the latter concept. But I have faith that the answer is more in the range of the former.

Not Afraid · 03-11-2005, 04:42 PM

Ahhhh, Chris was the one who almost got away. You hear his side, but my side was one of rock stars, dazzle, the orgasmic feeling of watching your paramour on sstage. Chris was none of those. I had to realize that the intellectual passions were where it's at, baby. I've never looked back - at least not for long.

I wonder about Cindy too. I know where Lizziebith is (here) and Boss Radio (not yet posting - figured out who this is yet Liz?). Do I want Cindy here - not really. What a frickin handful of lies she was! And I told € to follow his heart but if it was with Cindy, I wouldn't be around. How was I so healthy and strong at 21? Freakish.

03-11-2005, 10:48 PM	#5
Gemini Cricket ... Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 13,244	This thread hurts. In a good way, I guess. His name was Nathan. He was an actor at the California university I did my undergrad studies at. Eyes like Harrison Ford and a smile like Tom Cruise and a body like Matt Damon. He said I wasn't having enough fun in my life, so he showed me how. One summer, things were particularly bad at home in Hawai'i, so I called him to vent about how my parents were having a really hard time with me being me. He told me to pack my bags and he'd come pick me up at LAX and we'd spend the summer in Lone Pine. It was the best summer ever. He taught me how to fly fish, took me hiking, we helped a friend of his build a house, went camping and helped out with a town carnival. That fall was wonderful and when winter came, I took him to Hawai'i. We had a blast. He stood up to my father when he was on one of his drunk belittle his son moments. He told my father he knew nothing about me and that I was smart and talented. I'll never forget him telling my dad that he should be lucky to have a son like me. No one has ever stood up to him like that before or since. When the spring came, Nate decided he was bi. He started seeing an actress in the theatre dept. However, he wanted both worlds: she and I. I said, I didn't like to share and told him I didn't want to see him ever again. That summer was the worst ever. I was so brokenhearted I forgot to eat for days on end. When the fall came, I ran into him at school and he looked worse than me. He was so sad and depressed, I felt bad. So, I told him that I was going to try out for one of the plays for the theatre dept. I dared him to do it, too. I told him that if he did, it would cheer him up. I directed his audition and he got the lead role. I got the supporting role. SHE was also in it. Painful. Needless to say, the play was terribly hard to do. He and I fighting the whole time while pretending to be buddies on stage. A bitter fight ensued on closing night. He told me he was straight and was just messing around with me for fun. He told me he hated gays like me and told me if I said anything to him about loving him that he would beat me up. Apparently, his parents didn't like the idea of us and wanted him to start dating girls or be written out of their will. I was crushed. We didn't speak for 10 years. Last summer, we had our ten year college reunion. He showed up. I had fully expected his Ford Cruise Damon looks to errode into Ernest Borgnine Geoffrey Rush-esque ugliness... but no luck. He looked exactly the same. That f**ker. However, 10 years had really changed things. He hugged me and told me that he wished things had ended better for us and he apologized for being such a jerk. I told him he should consider himself to be flattered that someone like me could love someone like him. He agreed. He said he's never been loved that way before or since me. Hmmm. He's married now to someone who looks and sounds just like me but with a vagina. Oh well. I often hated myself for being so needy and heartbroken over him, but it helped me grow. He helped me out of this terrible shell I was in and I tamed a wild buck and helped him keep his hooves on the ground. From time to time, we talk and email. He reminds me still that I'm worth my weight in gold. I remind him that that kind of crap talk doesn't work on people who really know him. He laughs. He was my first love, not just a puppy love thang. He'll never go away, he's in my heart. But as was said before in this thread, I pat myself on the back for being able to talk to him and not feel like a hand is pulling my heart from my chest. It gets better each time. His wife wants to meet me and find out who this person is Nathan keeps talking about. I'd love to tell her that a lot of who I am is because of Nate. I'd also like to dream of telling her that all the great sex she's having is because he's thinking of me. But, of course, I would never, ever say that.
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03-12-2005, 12:21 AM	#8
libraryvixen is part of the resistance Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: up North Posts: 963	My friend, I'll call him Everett, and I met in in the 7th grade. We were the best of chums. In fact, we rode bikes to each other's houses, visited each other and talked through the window screens when we were grounded and sat around watching Jeopardy yelling out answers and keeping scores on a pad of paper on a regular basis. Everett and I "dated" in the 8th grade for a while. Mostly because I was trying to make another guy jealous. Everett fell for me and I still looked at him as a friend. We still hung out but he held some pretty strong feelings for me. Then one day... he told me his family was moving to Texas for his dad's new job. I was heartbroken. He was my best friend. I was a very big nerd in school. He was my Napoleon Dynamite and I was his Deb. He assured me that he would be visiting once in a while because his aunt and uncle lived in our little town. That was no consolation to me though because I had no idea how I was going to get through high school without him. He left 2 weeks before we were to be Freshman together. We sent letters for about 3 months into the school year. For some reason or another, we lost each other's addresses. Being that the internet was not around for convenient people searches, we never heard from each other again. Flash forward to Junior Year of high school. I never forgot about Everett but I figured I would never see him again so I went on being a Deb alone. There was a girl who I used to be friends with in Jr. high who was in my Advanced Algebra class. She was hot for Everett too, though Everett was really into my brain I overheard her telling some other girls that her boyfriend was flying in from Texas to visit her. First... I couldn't comprehend what I was hearing and I thought "Is Everett her boyfriend?" and then thought "Why the hell did he not try to find or write me?" When I approached the girl about it.. she got flustered and said that Everett told her that he never wanted to see me again because I never wrote to him. When I told her it sounded fishy, I asked her to let me know when he was going to be in town so I could talk to him face to face. She claimed to not know anything. So... I did what any angry geek in love would do... told her that I would beat her up if she didn't tell me his phone number. Luckily... she caved. I called him and it was as if the 2 1/2 years of not talking melted away and we picked up where we left off. Turns out that when Everett asked her to give me his phone number, she never did because she didn't want us to talk again. Flash forward to Everett's army boot camp. He enlisted right after high school. We wrote love letters to each other in true lusty teenager style. He was still in Texas, I was still in California. All we had was our feelings... and nothing else. Flash to Everett's college graduation. He was graduating from college and from ROTC as an officer and wanted me to come out to see him so I could escort him to the Officer's Ball. I couldn't go. I didn't have the money. We were both poor collge students so there was no way I could go. That's where Everett met his future wife. I got married to the ass. As a nurse, he offered to deliver my baby for me and I turned it down. He was my best friend, but I'll be darned if he was going to look at my nether reigon.... professionally or not!! Ass and I attended Everett's wedding. In fact, I was the best "woman" and stood up for him at the wedding. His wife was everything I thought she would be: gorgeous, intelligent and totally Alpha. His wife and I got along wonderfully. He gave me a gorgeous pen as my groomsman gift. When Ass left me, he was the first person I called. What he said next broke my heart and it continues to break when I think back on it: E: You know, I'm always late. me: What are you talking about? E: If I had just waited out a couple more years and not married T, I would have married you. He and his wife flew B and I out to see them for Thanksgiving less than a month later due to the fact Everett was slated to go to Iraq for the next year +. His wife flew back out to go to a funeral the day before I left their home, so Everett and I were left with our daughters and with a ton of packing to do on my end. We played some X-Box, talked smack about our mad alien killing skills and then, he reached out and stroked my hair. It was the one and only time we had physical contact. I'm not going to lie... it was electric. He drew his hand back and we scooted away from each other and never spoke about it again. Neither of us were people who would ever have done anything about our feelings for each other nor were we the type of people who would ever cheat on our spouses or.. in my case... be okay with being with someone who was cheating on their spouse. Even today... I still think back and wonder about the choices I've made in my life. Things like: what if I had gone left instead of right... what if I didn't marry Ass... what if I had gone to the Officer's Ball.. would I be the one married to Everett? sigh I'm a sentimental fool. __________________ Yes, I'm still alive!
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03-11-2005, 04:42 PM	#10
Not Afraid HI! Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 17,108	Ahhhh, Chris was the one who almost got away. You hear his side, but my side was one of rock stars, dazzle, the orgasmic feeling of watching your paramour on sstage. Chris was none of those. I had to realize that the intellectual passions were where it's at, baby. I've never looked back - at least not for long. I wonder about Cindy too. I know where Lizziebith is (here) and Boss Radio (not yet posting - figured out who this is yet Liz?). Do I want Cindy here - not really. What a frickin handful of lies she was! And I told € to follow his heart but if it was with Cindy, I wouldn't be around. How was I so healthy and strong at 21? Freakish.
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