journal-10/10/99

10/10/99

Let me tell you the story of how I met my friend DJ.

December 1996. We were at a convention and both of us were on the legislative floor. You were allowed to pass notes, and runners delivered them to the recipient.

I thought he was hot. He was wearing a T-shirt that I was interested in getting (even though a ton of other people had gotten their hands on it, including many people I already knew). I sent him a note asking him where he got it. That started us passing notes to each other.

I liked his build. I liked the fact that he was tall. And I loved the wild look in his eyes. He looked so conservative on the outside, but I could tell just by looking into his eyes that there was so much more there.

I told him in a note that I thought he was cute. We met after the session was over and decided to get together at some point (I don't exactly remember now) to eat or something. We were able to hang out for a while and then I didn't see him again for a couple of days.

We ran into each other again in time for the final banquet and decided to hang out that night. We talked for a long time-- hours. We couldn't find anywhere to go (out of a convention with 2000 people attending, a private place to chat was hard to find)... we ended up standing on one of the hotel balconies between stairwells, looking out at the city of Phoenix and the night sky.

He kissed my ear-- perfectly. I mean Just Right.

There was incredible energy between us. Energy that didn't get much farther than kissing.

That's the (first and) last time I saw him.

And since then, we've kept in contact. Through email and ICQ (blessed thing!). We talk more often than I talk to my parents, my boyfriend, my friends from college. And he lives on the West Coast.... and I live on the East Coast.

Go figure.

Over these past three years, we've been there for each other, we've made each other laugh, we've told some great stories, and we've been through a lot. Maybe we'll meet again someday. One of us mentions it once in a while, how he's going to fly out to Boston or I'm going to fly out to Portland (of course we're both flat broke).

In other words, we're close friends.

Even though we're thousands of miles apart...

Thank you DJ, just for being you.