'It's gonna be the last time you put your hands on me"
So flat out - I saw Will. I fucking saw him for the first time since the last time. Jeremiah and I decided on Chelsea's for lunch Monday, which was lovely of course. As we were leaving I decided to visit the ladies room. When I walked in the bar I noticed 2 guys off to the side of the bar. Immidiately my eye caught his. I kind of paniced. I just kept walking, but I realized I would have to walk back past them again. I composed myself in the bathroom and thought 'why the fuck do I care? fuck him', but goddamn did he look good. I mean in just that split second every memory I had of him came flooding back. He saw me, he watched me, I wasn't sure how to react. I didn't know if he wanted to talk, I don't know if I really had anything to say to him. Either way, it made my head spin. I got back to the table outside and told Jeremiah, which again is a bit akward considering our history - but that's silly to think he wouldn't understand. Anyway, we promptly left, you know, cause we were done eating. If anything were to ensue, I just don't think I was prepared for it. I mean, I would be lying if I said I didn't want to jump those tables and make him beg. I had this physical attachment to him that got severed too quickly. What can I say, I miss the sex-hands down. I don't want some relationship again, just one more night. Not that my love life with Eric is lacking, but well, maybe I will just stop before I say something inappropriate for a lady involoved.
So that was Monday, last night Amanda and I decided to go out to the Spanish Moon for lack of anything better to do. She and I hadn't spent much time together, so we were looking forward to a low-key evening of catching up. When we pulled up I noticed a Saturn like Jeff's. Then there he was, charcoal gray suit, slicked back hair, hornrims...'Joe's band is fucking playing tonight'. The last time I saw him was at Northgate. He had already been talking to Jonalyn, and I thought nothing of it since she talk's to everyone. As I walked back he called me out. I hardly recognized him. His hair is long, and he just looks scruffy....wait no, dirty even. It was kind of uncomfortable, I obviously needed another drink. I just didn't know if it was such a good idea to bring up the past. He brought up Katy, I changed the subject. Anyway, so I run to say hi to Jeff and confirm my suspicions. Jeff instantly asks if I've seen Joe, no, not just Joe - Crazy Joe. Crazy...yes. What's even funnier is that he's kind of met most of my girlfriends here and there. In fact, Katie showed up after work because 'she had met some guy whose band was playing tonight'. And who might that be? 'Joseph'....Of course it is. So I look over and he is macking of some hipster girl with her tits hanging out. I thought it best to avoid that, but then I felt rude not speaking to him. I mean, he was a close friend of mine, but damn that was almost 10 years ago. 10 fucking years! My history in this city alone makes me sick sometimes. Memories, nostalgia - everywhere. Eventually I did run into Joe - literally. Always at the bathroom. I don't even pee that much. I told him I didn't want to interrupt his mack session he was laying on. Yada yada yada, he tells me I should stick around. I figure why not, Perkins came to photographize, Jeff and Beau were there, and Katie was sitting at the bar with us. It had turned out to be a really nice night - sans the lame girly bullshit I'm spilling.
The thing is, is that I would like to talk to Joe one on one for old times sake. To see what happened after the ultimatum. To hear his side. To tell him that I still think of him from time to time, and I miss those afternoons in the treehouse and drinking cheap wine. Oh to be 14/15 years old again. Like I said 10 years.
I miss those impressionable years.
So that was Monday, last night Amanda and I decided to go out to the Spanish Moon for lack of anything better to do. She and I hadn't spent much time together, so we were looking forward to a low-key evening of catching up. When we pulled up I noticed a Saturn like Jeff's. Then there he was, charcoal gray suit, slicked back hair, hornrims...'Joe's band is fucking playing tonight'. The last time I saw him was at Northgate. He had already been talking to Jonalyn, and I thought nothing of it since she talk's to everyone. As I walked back he called me out. I hardly recognized him. His hair is long, and he just looks scruffy....wait no, dirty even. It was kind of uncomfortable, I obviously needed another drink. I just didn't know if it was such a good idea to bring up the past. He brought up Katy, I changed the subject. Anyway, so I run to say hi to Jeff and confirm my suspicions. Jeff instantly asks if I've seen Joe, no, not just Joe - Crazy Joe. Crazy...yes. What's even funnier is that he's kind of met most of my girlfriends here and there. In fact, Katie showed up after work because 'she had met some guy whose band was playing tonight'. And who might that be? 'Joseph'....Of course it is. So I look over and he is macking of some hipster girl with her tits hanging out. I thought it best to avoid that, but then I felt rude not speaking to him. I mean, he was a close friend of mine, but damn that was almost 10 years ago. 10 fucking years! My history in this city alone makes me sick sometimes. Memories, nostalgia - everywhere. Eventually I did run into Joe - literally. Always at the bathroom. I don't even pee that much. I told him I didn't want to interrupt his mack session he was laying on. Yada yada yada, he tells me I should stick around. I figure why not, Perkins came to photographize, Jeff and Beau were there, and Katie was sitting at the bar with us. It had turned out to be a really nice night - sans the lame girly bullshit I'm spilling.
The thing is, is that I would like to talk to Joe one on one for old times sake. To see what happened after the ultimatum. To hear his side. To tell him that I still think of him from time to time, and I miss those afternoons in the treehouse and drinking cheap wine. Oh to be 14/15 years old again. Like I said 10 years.
I miss those impressionable years.