Join Date: Dec 2006
Location: goldstream valley, Fairbanks AK
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I met my "Dave" when I was 12, after hearing about him for most of my life...
Short background explanation: His mom and my dad grew up in the same church. They were best friends. They stayed in touch even though they both moved to opposite coasts. So I grew up hearing about him and his little sister, as I'm sure they heard all about us. We really wanted to meet them, and one summer they came out to Vermont...
And we HATED one another. The next summer he came out to go to teen camp with me (run by our church). I got a big crush on him, but he got a "girlfriend" nearly the first day (consisting of holding hands, but still). The next summer he didn't go, but the summer after that he came to the annual Christian conference in PA. So we saw one another every summer...and it's very odd when you only see these friends once a year for exactly a week, it's like another world, I'm not sure how to explain it. Anyway, we were in the same clique, basically the losers, all we did all week was play Mao, this card game. And he had a crush on my friend Amber and vv, and I was jealous, but I knew he didn't feel the same way about me and he lived in CA anyway. Anyway, we were constantly in touch through email, and he graduated early and went to grad school at MIT where I would visit him...
...and we always flirted like mad and cuddled like crazy, and we'd finish one another's thoughts and sentances, and we'd talk for hours and hours. He spent one summer in Vermont and I introduced him to the joys of mj and dark beer. That summer he had a gf and though we flirted and cuddled all the time, I didn't want to mess that up for him so I refrained from having him cheat on his gf--I'm more honorable than that! Although he said he was sorely tempted. And when he went home, she dumped him for someone else.
We never dated. We never even kissed. We were like "soul mates" (a concept I don't really believe in, but that's the closest explanation). Lots of sexual tension and all that. Lots of always wanting to stay touching in some way, whether hands or toes or just fingers brushing against one another. The last time I saw him was my first summer in Alaska...I went down to LA to see him for a weekend. I told him I loved him and he said he loved me back, that he'd always loved me, but he was afraid that things would never be the same--that we'd never be able to go back.
Basically, he chickened out. But I mean...I hate LA. No way I'd move there. Not even for him. And he thinks AK is the sticks--which it is. I just talked to him again recently. He said he's been severely depressed for the past 3 yrs...which is why he hasn't been in touch with anyone. This is true. My mother knows all. Now he's back in school, at UCLA. He's getting his PhD in Finance and Micro-Economics.
DP knows a little bit about him, but DP is super jealous even when someone is not a threat. Would "Dave" be a threat if I saw him again? I don't know, because I don't know if those feelings will still be there. But I know I'll see him again...it's just always the way it seems to be...
SAHM to my wonderful constellation 5/2006 & northern light 1/2009