A Decade in the Making?

Oh look, an update finally! I know, I'm a bad blogger. I just haven't had much time or anything really interesting to tell.

So I was cruising my favorite dating site the other day, and one of my matches had that air of familiarity about him. I checked out his profile, and I do in fact know this guy, although I haven't seen him in close to 10 years.

Here's the backstory. I was (well, sorta still am) a punk rocker. Went to all the shows, got drunk in alleys, pissed in public, that whole thing. And when I was 15 or 16 I met this guy, who'd come to shows occasionally, named Danny. Fun to hang out with, but I didn't see him very often because he lived about 50 miles away, so he'd only come down for the really major shows.

Fast forward 3 years. I'm 19, and Joey Ramone has just died. My local punk rock venue hosted a Ramones tribute show, and who do I run into but Danny. I hadn't seen him in a while, but we hung out and exchanged numbers and made plans to hang out some more, as now he only lived about 20 miles away. He was going to college in the next city over.

I went down to his place, and got drunk with him and his (female) roommate. Things were going well, there seemed to be a mutual attraction between Danny and I, so I took the opportunity to ask his roommate if he was single when he went to the bathroom. She answered in the affirmative. Sweet.

Sometime later she announced she was tired and went to bed. Danny and I were rather close on the couch at this point, and we began to make out. Shortly thereafter, we moved things to his bedroom. All of a sudden, just as things are getting good, the roommate knocked on the door and urgently asked Danny to come out. I overheard a bit of their conversation, and it seems that she needed to go to the emergency room, but she said she's fine to drive herself.

Danny returned and explained. She had some super crazy genetic disease that only, like, 14 people on the planet have. She got sick a lot, spent a lot of time in the hospital, yadda yadda. This was apparently a typical Friday night for her. But, of course, that killed the mood, so nothing more happened.

Soon after this night, Danny left to go on an archaeology dig in Ireland. We kept in contact over the phone, and I sent him a care package with some mixed CDs and his favorite (unattainable in Ireland) cigarettes. I was all excited to see him when he returned 6 weeks later.

That didn't work out so well. Turns out he had had a brief fling with his roommate, and she was super duper crazy. When he got back she told him she was pregnant, which I believe to be a total fabrication based on my not very scientific opinion that someone who's as sick as she was probably doesn't even have a functional uterus. Either way, that situation was too much for him to deal with, so he broke things off with me.

Damn, that sucked. But either way, nearly a decade later, he popped up as one of my matches. I sent him a message, hoping he'll remember me. He does. We started chatting, and it seems we have as much (if not more) in common as ever, and we've made plans to get together for a drink Friday night.

Woot! Hope there's no crazy roommates to deal with this time.