Hmmmm .... I'm not sure I have anyone at the moment. I haven't talked to him in ages and ages (ok ... not "ages" maybe two months), so my guess is he has a new lady in his life now and is probably worried about telling me.
But ... I met him at the gym in 1992. It was Superbowl Sunday, and we got to talking. He's an audio engineer and I have a tin ear, but we're both computer geeks, so we talked hard drives.
We dated for about two and a half years, and then he dumped me. I proceeded to go all crazy stalker on his poor ass (for about a year), and then I got hold of myself, told the voices in my head to shut the hell up, and went on with my life.
Then, sort of out of the blue he called me for some advice with regard to the lady he was dating. He was trying to figure out if she really liked him, or was just using him for his money. She was trying to get a singing career going, and wanted free studio time and money for singing coaches and ... well, you get the idea. So, I told him to tell her that he was willing to give her a no interest long term loan to help her. My thought was that if she said "thank you" ... she really cared more about him. If she told him to piss off, then she cared more about the money.
She told him to piss off. Then, we started hanging around as friends. He dated other people, I dated other people, but every now and then, we'd travel somewhere together, or just go out to a movie or dinner and hang out.
His parents and sister really wanted us to be together. His sister once called me from LA and told me that no matter who her brother was dating and no matter who he married, I was always going to be "her sister." His father and mother and I got along equally well.
Then I told him I was moving to Texas. He was concerned that we would lose touch. I told him that they have telephones in Texas, and that we could still hang out when I went to California to work.
Then, he became concerned that I'd meet someone in Texas and get married. Now, seeing as I am now 55 years old and have never even thought about getting married, that seemed like a bit of a stretch, but I think it had more to do with his father passing away soon after I moved. You know, the life changing reality check of loosing a parent.
So, we've had a very long distance friendship with benefits for about 3 years now .... but I haven't been out to California for a few months, and I personally think we are floating back into being just plain friends. Which is fine with me. He's one of my dearest friends in the world, and I just want him to be happy.
