So I've been thinking about my experience of unrequitedness and here's a nice little list. Just because I want to put it all in perspective (from about age 11 to present):
Ishmael (my dear friend)
Ishmael (my dear coworker from a while ago who showed me a glacier once while we were on the prow of a ferry. There was a dog who looked like he was entirely made of felt. Ishmael asked if he could call me JP. If he was enough of a friend of mine to call me that.)
Ishmael (the Jazz guitarist who actually helped me understand what I was hearing)
Ishmael (a person I knew once a long long time ago. A long long time ago. A long long time before we were permitted to meet again. A long long time before...)
Ishmael (Nice karate ghi dude)
Ishmael (You, yeah you and your Irish good looks, attitude and accent. You who used to whisper in my ear in Irish, not gaelic, cause before you I didn't know that Irish was a language all it's own and that the word colleen meant girl or woman)
Ishmael (Where did you go? I used to dream about you, but you grew up in my dreams. Not like dreaming about the people I used to know who didn't change. Where oh where are you?)
Ishmael (You're gay. I know that. I love you anyway. Didn't you know that?)
I call each of you Ishmael. Yes I do.
xoxoxooooohhhhhhh
To clarify, this is all the Ishmaels in no particular order. And they are not one but many people.
Posted by: JtotheP at August 6, 2004 01:22 AM