when i was 15-16, there was this guy, i was crazy about him, he was NOT my first crush. but, i was a virgin in ever sense of the word. not even kissing, no dating, nothing. anyway, i met this guy and was completely hooked. we never did anything, never. now, mind you, he was 21. i was a naive dumbass. i was completely relaxed around this guy, and at the same time, nervous. i loved this guy, not in a dumb high-school way, either, one of those things you just cant come out and confess to. anyway, we always hung out, he is a magician, always dit hese amazing tricks. i STILL have pictures of him, i came ac4ross them the other day. in about 20 yrs of not seeing him i can honestly say i thought about him at least 50% of the time. he ended up moving to NY, i was devastated, but, hey, what could i do? i STILL in that time he was gone, did not date anyone, didnt care about other guys, but i didnt mope and cry. so one day, i ended up at the Monsters of rock concert, with van halen ala sammy hagar, dokken, kingdowm come, scorpions, and mettalica. anyway, im strolling around the neghborhood in my MOR tshirt and my Fedora as i was quite the fashionista back in the day (barfs), and i hear my mom's voice hollering for me. im like *why the fuck is my mom hollering for me*? so i go up the steps, she tells me the phones for me. this guy's voice is on the phone telling me that the body of a Mister (blank) is being held for me. it's him, so he comes by and were hanging out and it was like i never missed a beat. again, im jailbait, we still didnt do anything. okay, he did this thing where he stuck his hand up my skirt on the inside of my thigh, but he didnt go quite near the Nether region. so im laughing and telling him to quit fuckign around. honestly, i did not even percieve it as a sexual move. now, i look back on it, and it was. thats how sexually ignorant i was.
wow, im babbling incoherantly.
anyway, he eventually went back to NY. and i guess i had to just live my life. so of course when i was almost 17, i lost my virginity, to some dumbass in my voc. class. eventually went on several yrs later ot have a baby, meet some dumbasses, party, get caught up in having fun and this guy is still on my mind, and, wow. Richard Marx hair, gay but cool ties, because that was always great with acid-washed jeans..... shorter than me, listened to The Doors, LEd Zeppelin, U2, knew magic. i was always impressed with his burning the money tricks as well as pounding the salt shaker into the table and it reappearing someplace else.
anyway, im here, im 36, i found his pictures the other day. i went to classmates.com (we werent classmates, but, hey, same alma mater), i grad. in 1990, he in 84). i emailed him but i have to upgrade my membership for him to read. he has stuff on his profile so apparently he checks mail there. so, upgrading tomorrow or tuesday
anyway, let's keep our fingers crossed he's either not married or divorced because, i am all grown up and i have NEVER felt the sort of emotions for anyone as i feel for him. never a bad thought about him, he never made me feel weird. it was like we were together but we werent i know, makes no sense.
input and smartass, useless tips and comments are welcome. why else would i be here?
haha, nooooooo. poor james caan. besides, she was just some psycho book groupie. one thign i can also say about me and mark: i was NEVER pushy. i did not call this guy and do all sortsa weird shit. i think that is impressive considering i was 15 and dumb. im even less pushy now. never was pushy in any sort fo relationships
"... and you still appear to have hands!" (I'm assuming)
What if they've been amputated... think of the fun playing upskirt becomes then... none of the "wonder if he can get in up to his wrist" questions apply.
