Unrequited Love

samadhifreak (22:22:14): so what are you doing this evening

Defensemaster1 (22:27:09): Not much, just surfing and chatting with an old HS bud.

Defensemaster1 (22:31:40): And now I'm done.

samadhifreak (22:31:40): ah

samadhifreak (22:31:42): what time is it?

samadhifreak (22:31:45): 10?

Defensemaster1 (22:32:03): It is 22:31, or 10:31 p.m.

samadhifreak (22:32:25): ah thats right

Defensemaster1 (22:32:37): Oh wow, Don Henley's The Boys of Summer is on last.fm. That song reminds me of the summer of 86 in a quite cheesy, dripping sentimental manner.

Defensemaster1 (22:33:32): I had this HUGE crush on this girl, and it took me years to get up the guts to talk to her, and after I did, I still didn't get a date. A great tragedy (cue Schindler's List tragic violin music).

Defensemaster1 (22:34:44): And every time I hear this song, I think of her.

Defensemaster1 (22:34:46): Fuck

Defensemaster1 (22:34:53): Or, better said, lack thereof.

Defensemaster1 (22:34:57): Damn!

samadhifreak (22:35:07): haha

samadhifreak (22:35:10): lol

Defensemaster1 (22:35:27): It isn't really that funny.

Defensemaster1 (22:35:47): She was awesome. Well, at least physically.

Defensemaster1 (22:35:57): Her mind left a bit to be desired.

Defensemaster1 (22:36:00): Damn!

samadhifreak (22:36:02): ah

Defensemaster1 (22:36:14): Beautiful girl.

Defensemaster1 (22:36:18): lithe

Defensemaster1 (22:36:22): sleek

Defensemaster1 (22:36:29): like an Italian race car

samadhifreak (22:36:35): ok

samadhifreak (22:36:36): tmi

Defensemaster1 (22:36:45): Tim?

samadhifreak (22:36:47): too much information

Defensemaster1 (22:37:03): running through my brain, too much information, driving me insane

Defensemaster1 (22:37:14): No, she was a real beauty.

Defensemaster1 (22:37:26): I couldn't even talk when I was in her presence.

Defensemaster1 (22:37:31): I was speechless.

Defensemaster1 (22:37:38): Breathtaken

Defensemaster1 (22:37:42): Mein Gott!

samadhifreak (22:37:55): ok

Defensemaster1 (22:38:33): I have made peace with other unrequited loves of mine. I had lunch with one in Des Moines when I was back. I used to think about her every day from the age of 6 to 17. Now we're good friends. The spell has been broken.

Defensemaster1 (22:39:07): Another one, I chatted with in a bar in 1997. They are all older now, the luster is gone.

Defensemaster1 (22:39:31): As it is with me, I suppose. But this one, this DAMN one, I never saw her after 1990 or so.

Defensemaster1 (22:40:05): And I hope that I may never see her again, so that her memory remains a Maserati.

Defensemaster1 (22:40:19): There, are your fucking happy now?!

Defensemaster1 (22:40:25): Arrggggh!

Defensemaster1 (22:40:46): All this because of one stupid song.