Monday, April 10, 2006
On Being Bisexual (Pt.5)
After I left my friend E in the south of France and returned home to Berkeley, California, I never saw him again. We did not even stay in touch. We both seemed to sense that we had moved apart, and we let it go.
D had the lesbian relationship with her ladyfriend she had been searching for, but it did not last very long. Then she and I lost touch.
I wondered what E did with his heiress, finally. Then I moved on with life, until about two years ago, when I posted a personal ad looking for another woman on Planet Out. Someone wrote back to me, rather cryptically. Instead of sending a picture of herself, she sent one of a young man, nice-looking, around early 30s.
"Do you recognize him?" the mystery woman asked me. I certainly did not, I thought my lovely ad was being drooled over by male persons, and I did not like it.
Undaunted, the woman gave me a further clue. "You used to babysit him, about thirty some years ago."
Wow, that's when I pieced things together. It was D. She had recognized my photo, and she referred me to her ad. D looked just the same too, pretty much, which is why and how we recognized each other.
D and I met for lunch in the Piedmont section of Berkeley. We caught up, as if nothing had changed. Sadly, E was no longer living. Apparently he put on a bit of weight in his later years, and died of congestive heart failure. He had married the Milkmaid, it lasted for a number of years and they were rather compatible, after all.
E's death suddenly brought tears to my eyes as we munched our way through the Thai food. I had not realized how much emotion was still there. But little B had grown up rather well, his mother finally managed to track down where his father had taken him (to the Caribbean, apparently). For some years she lost touch with them altogether. This was a long and tortured story, she did not want to belabor me with the entire thing.
Little B was now over six feet fall, like his father, and he looked very handsome. He lived in Florida, and had fallen in love with a young woman who was leading him a very fast pace. I don't want to use the pejorative term pussy-whipped, but it sounded close. His mother supported him as much as she could emotionally, and I was very pleased to hear of the strong connection they had formed.
As to further relationships, D was looking, as I was. She was a year or two older than me, so we both knew what are chances were - at age 60 - of finding compatible, fit women. D was still very slim, very much a Sandy Duncan look-alike. Very pleasant and sweet personality.
Why was I not attracted to her, I wondered, as I did thirty years before.
One of the mysteries, I guess. We are still in touch with one another to this day, I am happy to say.
Maybe sometime she will get a chance to meet my Dave. Somewhere there she will see in him I think a continuation of E's spirit.
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D had the lesbian relationship with her ladyfriend she had been searching for, but it did not last very long. Then she and I lost touch.
I wondered what E did with his heiress, finally. Then I moved on with life, until about two years ago, when I posted a personal ad looking for another woman on Planet Out. Someone wrote back to me, rather cryptically. Instead of sending a picture of herself, she sent one of a young man, nice-looking, around early 30s.
"Do you recognize him?" the mystery woman asked me. I certainly did not, I thought my lovely ad was being drooled over by male persons, and I did not like it.
Undaunted, the woman gave me a further clue. "You used to babysit him, about thirty some years ago."
Wow, that's when I pieced things together. It was D. She had recognized my photo, and she referred me to her ad. D looked just the same too, pretty much, which is why and how we recognized each other.
D and I met for lunch in the Piedmont section of Berkeley. We caught up, as if nothing had changed. Sadly, E was no longer living. Apparently he put on a bit of weight in his later years, and died of congestive heart failure. He had married the Milkmaid, it lasted for a number of years and they were rather compatible, after all.
E's death suddenly brought tears to my eyes as we munched our way through the Thai food. I had not realized how much emotion was still there. But little B had grown up rather well, his mother finally managed to track down where his father had taken him (to the Caribbean, apparently). For some years she lost touch with them altogether. This was a long and tortured story, she did not want to belabor me with the entire thing.
Little B was now over six feet fall, like his father, and he looked very handsome. He lived in Florida, and had fallen in love with a young woman who was leading him a very fast pace. I don't want to use the pejorative term pussy-whipped, but it sounded close. His mother supported him as much as she could emotionally, and I was very pleased to hear of the strong connection they had formed.
As to further relationships, D was looking, as I was. She was a year or two older than me, so we both knew what are chances were - at age 60 - of finding compatible, fit women. D was still very slim, very much a Sandy Duncan look-alike. Very pleasant and sweet personality.
Why was I not attracted to her, I wondered, as I did thirty years before.
One of the mysteries, I guess. We are still in touch with one another to this day, I am happy to say.
Maybe sometime she will get a chance to meet my Dave. Somewhere there she will see in him I think a continuation of E's spirit.
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