Sunday, January 21, 2007

355/365 A Fourth Tim

He called me Kemo; I called him Tonto. He was my faithful co-counselor. There was flirtatious undercurrent. Later, at college, I must’ve done something to piss him off. Soon it was like we didn’t even know each other, and then, of course, we didn’t.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's so sad.

January 21, 2007 10:08 AM  
Blogger Nate said...

It's amazing how friendships go that way sometimes. I had a friendship end in a very ugly fashion at 14 - 14! - and then, this summer, the girl e-mailed me out of the blue and we had lunch, and it was like it never happened.

Weird, huh?

January 21, 2007 11:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't mind friendships ending when you know why - they've played their course - but this is sad.

January 21, 2007 4:19 PM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

I sometimes wonder if it was because I'd chosen a different Tim to be with, but this could be unbelievably self-centered of me to even entertain. All of a sudden, he seemed mad at me...or at least that's what I remember. And it was sad, because we'd be quite close. But who knows? Maybe we'll run into each other someday and have a great time again! The days of the Internet make things more possible (don't they, Nate?)!

January 21, 2007 8:31 PM  

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