Gord (who is to be complimented for making me think about things I haven’t thought about in years) asks:
Please tell us about five people you liked, or who liked you, but with whom you never became involved. Explain why not.
For the last three years of high school, I went to boarding school. Early on in my sophomore year, I developed a crush on Kiff, a senior. But it was Jonathan, a classmate and someone I had known since eighth grade, who asked me out for the weekend. I was happy enough to go out with Jonathan, since I had had a crush on him in eighth grade. I looked forward to the date, but late Friday afternoon he backed out. I was crushed and socially embarassed. Who leaves a girl hanging high and dry like that?
An hour later, Kiff asked me out. Yes, it was a pity date (the rumor of Jonathan’s treachery flew fast), but his kindness stayed with me for a long time. (To be fair, I should note that Jonathan later grew up and apologized for his behavior.)
In college, I became friends with Tom. Tom was a history major, like me, but older, and a perpetual student. Eventually he graduated and went on to graduate school at another local university, but we saw each other often. We had a date once, right after my college boyfriend broke up with me but just before I left the country for a year (Tom was typically more interested in unavailable women). He was still there when I came back, still in school. We’d be friends now, I think, but somewhere along the way we lost touch.
In that year abroad, there was a man who would not leave me alone. Due to the circumstances of my job, I had to spend time with him both on and off the job, but almost never alone. That is, until one day in a coffee shop I found him sitting across from me. He was there to propose marriage. I stared at him, aghast, wondering what I did to make him think that I would say yes.
Also in that year abroad, and others, I had a friend. It wasn’t until much later that I realized his interest in me was deeper than friendship (mine was a deeper, too). Cross-culturally, a relationship would have been difficult (more for me than him, but his side would have presented its own difficulties). I attended his wedding, and then we lost touch. I’d like to know where he is and what he’s doing, but I have no idea how to contact him.
Then, finally, there was Jack. Jack was a co-worker at my last job. Jack is witty, engaging, and a great travel companion. He speaks Spanish well. He’s tall, attractive, and intelligent. He made no secret of wanting to date me.
Problem was, he used to date my best friend. I knew more about him due to their relationship, and it wasn’t all complimentary. She even told me that she had no problem with me dating him (usually a big no-no), but I still wasn’t biting (at the time, I was separated from Mr. Cuccu #1 and wasn’t interested in being in a relationship with anyone else). The worst part is that he was such a great person to hang out with. Periodically he would bring up the subject of dating, sometimes with tears in his eyes and sometimes while he was dating another girl.
Posted by on Friday, September 9, 2005 at 3:00 AM
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Great post! Thanks for sharing!
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