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Jul. 22nd, 2001 07:40 amI just had a six hour chat yesterday with my old friend Dave, the one in Germany.
What is it about me and online relationships with guys named David?
I swear, though. If he and I are both single the next time we see each other, he's giving me a backrub... and we'll just have to see how it goes for the rest. There will be a "rest," rest assured, but we're not quite sure what the extent of it will be.
He's lonely there. He hasn't been off post looking for cute girls, and all the other women around are privates, so in order to behave as an officer and a gentleman, he has to hit on me long-distance.
The military hasn't killed his spirit. He's still quite a lot the guy he was in fencing five years ago. He's four years older than I am. As I recall, I got that out of him when I was trying to figure out how old he was, so I'd know how legal it would be. He was trying to get my age out of me for the same reason, at the same time, and we both independently concluded in disgust that it wouldn't be legal for us to even look crosswise at each other if my parents should get pissy about it.
We crossed paths again in 1998, my first year of college, and I was all ready to start hitting on him, but just in time my keen eye noticed that he was standing a lot closer to Tracy that he would have been if they'd just been brother and sister in arms (they were both taking part in a ROTC demonstration of how to fall off tall buildings with ropes) and instead cheerily told him that HSBF and I had finally hit it off and were quasi-together. He halfheartedly cheered me on.
The next time we collided with each other was in September or October of 2000, when my then-fiance BJ was doing a film shoot on a fan film that the local Star Trek club was putting together. Somehow I ended up in a major tickle fight with Dave, one that made all the previous tickle wars I'd been in look like kiddie stuff. My fiance was present, and more importantly his pal Swift, so I couldn't get too carried away. (BJ and I had an interesting arrangement ... quasi-poly, but not quite; I had to review any extramarital relationship he had; he trusted my judgment. Swift is somewhat more conservative though.) Dave looked like he was losing the tickle fight, and finally fled to the sanctuary of his car. I followed. He said goodnight to me and left the scene of the battle.
Later that night at home, BJ told me that Dave had had a crush on me ever since fencing class, but hadn't acted on it since he didn't think I felt the same way, and besides I'd only been 16.
I beat the hell out of BJ with a pillow.
Some months later, I got Dave's e-mail address from Swift and we began chatting. We brought up the subject of old flames. Somehow...
So yesterday we had a six-hour chat.
What is it about me and online relationships with guys named David?
I swear, though. If he and I are both single the next time we see each other, he's giving me a backrub... and we'll just have to see how it goes for the rest. There will be a "rest," rest assured, but we're not quite sure what the extent of it will be.
He's lonely there. He hasn't been off post looking for cute girls, and all the other women around are privates, so in order to behave as an officer and a gentleman, he has to hit on me long-distance.
The military hasn't killed his spirit. He's still quite a lot the guy he was in fencing five years ago. He's four years older than I am. As I recall, I got that out of him when I was trying to figure out how old he was, so I'd know how legal it would be. He was trying to get my age out of me for the same reason, at the same time, and we both independently concluded in disgust that it wouldn't be legal for us to even look crosswise at each other if my parents should get pissy about it.
We crossed paths again in 1998, my first year of college, and I was all ready to start hitting on him, but just in time my keen eye noticed that he was standing a lot closer to Tracy that he would have been if they'd just been brother and sister in arms (they were both taking part in a ROTC demonstration of how to fall off tall buildings with ropes) and instead cheerily told him that HSBF and I had finally hit it off and were quasi-together. He halfheartedly cheered me on.
The next time we collided with each other was in September or October of 2000, when my then-fiance BJ was doing a film shoot on a fan film that the local Star Trek club was putting together. Somehow I ended up in a major tickle fight with Dave, one that made all the previous tickle wars I'd been in look like kiddie stuff. My fiance was present, and more importantly his pal Swift, so I couldn't get too carried away. (BJ and I had an interesting arrangement ... quasi-poly, but not quite; I had to review any extramarital relationship he had; he trusted my judgment. Swift is somewhat more conservative though.) Dave looked like he was losing the tickle fight, and finally fled to the sanctuary of his car. I followed. He said goodnight to me and left the scene of the battle.
Later that night at home, BJ told me that Dave had had a crush on me ever since fencing class, but hadn't acted on it since he didn't think I felt the same way, and besides I'd only been 16.
I beat the hell out of BJ with a pillow.
Some months later, I got Dave's e-mail address from Swift and we began chatting. We brought up the subject of old flames. Somehow...
So yesterday we had a six-hour chat.
