Inspired by Fat Red Ant, who was inspired by Dan Waber, I am taking up the challenge to write about 365 memorable people whose paths have crossed mine. The form is 44 words, in honor of the number of years spent running into them.
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.
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?)!
That's so sad.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind friendships ending when you know why - they've played their course - but this is sad.
ReplyDeleteI 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?)!
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