Guy #48 – Summertime sadness…

 

 


 

 

Dear Guy #48,

Are you still alive?

I can’t find you on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or even Myspace. If you died I would never know.

Our lives only intersected once. It was on September 18th, 2009, my last night in Toronto.

Our date was heavily anticipated. In the weeks leading up to it we had exchanged messages of ever increasing length and depth. Often Guys on Craigslist speak in abbreviations (e.g. m4m, vers/top, no ff, 33, 6in cut, 6’1’, 160lbs, in2 bdsm, no ws), but the two of us had swapped entire autobiographies. We had even talked over the phone for hours.

Our actual date was one of the best I ever had.

We met up in Downtown Toronto and simply made the city our home for the night. We sat at the harbor front for a long time, staring out over Lake Ontario. We talked. I can’t remember what we talked about exactly. All I do remember is that we talked a lot. It was immensely liberating to have found someone I didn’t have to explain my thoughts to.
At one point we found out we both liked the Pet Shop Boys. It was just one of the many places where we ‘found’ each other.

I knew you were someone I could be with. In fact, I felt very much at home in your presence. It wasn’t the kind of bond I ever expected to find with a Guy.

Two and a half years before our date, I had left my home. Since then I had grown from being a shy bicurious recluse to a sexually confident predator in a city full of prey. Now I had finally found a sense of home the night before I had to fly back to it.

Our date ended on the backseat of a cab. I don’t know about you, but to me it was the best cab ride ever. We kept our clothes on, but apart from that the cab driver had access to free porn whenever he looked in his rearview mirror. We didn’t care.

The plus side of riding a cab at night is that cab drivers are probably used to people making out on their backseats. The downside is that cabs drive fast when there’s no traffic to make the moment linger.

Our ten minute taxi adventure would be the only occasion we ever consumed our feelings for each other. We consumed them like rabbits, but even animals can only go so far inside a taxi cab before they get arrested. In that sense our relationship got stuck in foreplay. Kiss me hard before you go…

Things didn’t end after we said goodbye. The lengthy emails and phone calls continued for a while.

Of course, distance is often a deciding factor in the battle between longing and ease. I would go on to meet other Guys, closer to home.

…whatever home was the first few months after our date. You made me feel at home in the backseat of a taxi.

Had I stayed in Toronto we probably would have gotten to know each other much better and more intimately. Instead our relationship slowly dissolved like smoke after an explosion.

In what would become your last email to me you told me you were suffering from severe depression. It was almost a year after our date. Depression had always been one of your main adversaries.

I realize it sounds weird, but I sincerely hope you didn’t kill yourself. Whenever I think of you, that’s my first thought: Hopefully Guy #48 is still alive.

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One of the things I liked about you was that you didn’t let yourself get caught up in social media as we’ve come to know it.

It also means I have no way of knowing how bad your depression really was. We had a very strong human connection, but not a digital one.

I hope you managed to overcome the sadness.

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby, you’re the best

 


 

Relationship summary:

LENGTH: 6 hours (not counting three weeks of anticipatory emails and phone calls)
FORMAT: Date
SEX SCORE (0 = The obligatory economy class baby that cries throughout long flights <–> 10 = The best sex ever): 9
 

 

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11 comments

  1. tgfnnc · February 2

    … :) even I don’t have instagram, facebook etc. kind of same going to depression sometimes. There are moments i do wonder is there someone out there who would be searching or looking for me. One of the reasons i’m not on social media sites is because truely i have no friends. So my facebook would be empty. Or filled with people who don’t know me in real life.. whatever his reason is for not having fb etc. Take in consolation he might be thinking of you or has. I know i do think of some people i met on my path of life, even if it was just once…

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  2. Cary Vaughn · March 10, 2016

    Oh wow. This was made me pretty sad. But I loved the story. -reluctantcatowner

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    • L. van Ree · May 30, 2016

      Thank you!
      (For some reason some of your comments went unnoticed for a while. Sorry about that.)

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      • Cary Vaughn · May 30, 2016

        No worries at all! I write them to send my praise, not for attention;)

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  3. itsgoodtobecrazysometimes · March 10, 2016

    I hope one day you find out what happened to him, I am really loving your stories :)

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    • L. van Ree · March 10, 2016

      Who knows…If I’m being honest then part of me hopes that he may read this someday, so at least he may know how much our one date meant to me. Thanks for the lovely comment!

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  4. lifelessons · March 6, 2016

    We need to have an entire anthology of social dating poems and stories. I have a few of my own. Yours was honest and intriguing.

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    • L. van Ree · March 6, 2016

      Thank you very much! I’ll be sure to check out your site as well.
      Best regards!

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  5. guyforsi · March 5, 2016

    Dealing with a lover or partner suffering from deep depression is one of the most challenging kinds of relationships a person can have, I have been there with a former partner and know the feeling of emptiness that comes from not knowing where they are or how things are for them. You captured this beautifully and in such a short piece. And yes, I can feel the sadness you experienced. Sometimes we have no choice but to live with unanswered questions about another person. Thank you for expressing your feelings and well wishes for him. That’s love.

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    • L. van Ree · March 7, 2016

      It’s strange, but Guy #48 always has a special place for me, even though we only had one date. You’d think in this day and age everybody is traceable, but apparently there are people without a Facebook account;)
      Thanks for the lovely comment!

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