Intersection of Paths, Too Late
From the upcoming book, Passion to the Third Degree.Â Originally published in 2007.
I havenâ€™t thought of that boy in years.
I knew him in college, considered him a friend. I never had any romantic inclinations toward him, but I was vaguely aware that he certainly had them for me. I was either mostly oblivious or ignored themâ€”Iâ€™m not sure which.
He never did anything to act on his desires though, and I was already involved with the boy I married. Plenty of my friends had the hots for this guy, even though he never had a girlfriend and we couldnâ€™t understand why not.
And there was that one time when he stripped COMPLETELY in front of my roomie and me, one night in my apartment, and asked us as female â€œfriendsâ€ what was wrong with him physically that he couldnâ€™t get a girlfriend. Who knows? Maybe he meant me.
My eyes must have been the size of saucers because my roomie and I did a double-take of his full monty, jerked our heads up to see each otherâ€™s response, and then both ran laughing maniacally into other rooms. When we finally calmed down and returned, the poor boy was sitting there, devastated by our reaction. It took a while before we were able to (fan, fan, fan) explain that there was NOTHING wrong with him physically. Omigod. Nothing.
We all stayed friends, to varying degrees, through college. I graduated a few years ahead of him and left town. Moved around a little but never heard from him again after that. Until….
He called my parentsâ€™ home on the day of my wedding. I donâ€™t remember now if it was just beforeâ€”after Iâ€™d gone to the wedding locationâ€”or during the wedding. Someone at the house answered the phone and took a message. I didnâ€™t know until much later that heâ€™d called.
He hadnâ€™t known about the wedding, or that his call was so ill-timed. He didnâ€™t leave a number, just a message to say heâ€™d called.
I never heard from him again.