my first inamorato: part 2
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my first inamorato: part 1
Afterwards, the cards were fewer and farther between.
Two years later, I went to visit my friend in Washington. When my visit was almost over, I finally called Jim. I can' even recall if I talked to him or got the answering machine. I called because I felt I had to, not that I wanted to. Whatever was between us, was gone and I didn't want to look like I was trying to hang on. We never had an end, it just faded.
Over the years, I thought about him. Not often but enough. I have a pretty good memory. I was SO surprised to hear from. His email was rather long and he apologized if he had hurt me. I assured him that he didn't. The fact is, he offered and I was ready. Love was not involved, probably not even lust, but a strong attraction and I was starved for attention never having a boyfriend since fifth grade where going together was more of a declaration more than any physical action.
What was really weird was him saying that he has read my blog. Oh lord! What does he think of me?
I finally emailed him back. I kept it light. He is married now, happily he repeated in his email. I thought it might be nice to have an email pal. I never got a response. Was he injured or killed? Did he think I wanted something more? I thought a lot about this. My theory is that he is in some kind of recovery, some 12 step program where he has to make amends.
Afterwards, the cards were fewer and farther between.
Two years later, I went to visit my friend in Washington. When my visit was almost over, I finally called Jim. I can' even recall if I talked to him or got the answering machine. I called because I felt I had to, not that I wanted to. Whatever was between us, was gone and I didn't want to look like I was trying to hang on. We never had an end, it just faded.
Over the years, I thought about him. Not often but enough. I have a pretty good memory. I was SO surprised to hear from. His email was rather long and he apologized if he had hurt me. I assured him that he didn't. The fact is, he offered and I was ready. Love was not involved, probably not even lust, but a strong attraction and I was starved for attention never having a boyfriend since fifth grade where going together was more of a declaration more than any physical action.
What was really weird was him saying that he has read my blog. Oh lord! What does he think of me?
I finally emailed him back. I kept it light. He is married now, happily he repeated in his email. I thought it might be nice to have an email pal. I never got a response. Was he injured or killed? Did he think I wanted something more? I thought a lot about this. My theory is that he is in some kind of recovery, some 12 step program where he has to make amends.