Urban Safari  

rm_tennismaiden 59F
2103 posts
12/9/2005 5:12 am

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Urban Safari

The truck was packed with bottled water, trail mix, maps, music and cell phone charger. I headed out anticipating other holiday shoppers in the frenzy of the season, there was mayhem on the roadways, scurrying to nowhere.

My body had not been fully rested from the nights sleep and a slight muscular tension was building as I squirmed in my seat. I was heading back to the city of my youth for a reunion with an old friend. New York City.

I hadn't seen this mate for 15 years, he was the first and only fuck buddy I ever had before the concept of using a comfortable comrade for sexual gratification was ever made conscious by my brain. But he was more, an umbilicle chord to serenity of the early treacherous High School days.

I found an inner peace with this boy early on in life, there were so many interwoven similarities within us making our friendship one of a kind in suburban New Jersey. Our proud heritage.... same, our passion for music.... same, our inquisitive nature.... same. It was safe and free from the perils of adolescent insecurities. While the girls were chewing each other and spitting out remains, my sacred mixed gender liason was pure and uncomplicated.

I finally arrived, weaved through the chaos to the parking garage and when I met the first glance after many years, time stood still. How can the simple presence of human connection become the route of our foundation? But it was...as the years scrolled back in time I recalled in nano seconds why this reunion was so cathartic. I had in a sense....come home.

I've never kept any friendships from my early years alive accept this one. My life had evolved to constant movement while making new acquaintances in every locale. I would extract portions of uniqueness from every person along the way, never being completely satisfied by the souls to continue a connection. It took time to mature and value those people who were not blood related.

So here I was, the sight comforting but uneasy, gone was obvious presence of youth and optimism. In it's place, wisdom, seasoned human spirit and a man that remainded very much the same but....weathered. Aren't we all? The tragedies, changes, lessons, joys all jammed into several hours while stuffing our mouths with nourishment and alchohol. It was rather surreal and yet exhausting.

After our reunion sharing a cab uptown we said our fairwells, opening the door anticipating the quick escape keeping in line with the rhythm of New York, I mumbled...."love you" as I dashed out. Then thought...why did I say that? How flip we become with our family members making sure our loved ones know our sentiments if in the event of loss we've said our proper good byes. But as I mulled over what I'd just blurted crossing the busy street while dodging a few vehicles, it made sense. He was my family, blood, and if not for him so many years ago I would not be a portion of the woman I am today.

Here's to you Ed.....may you prosper, find joy and eventually let go your struggles....love you!

WoodyDiaryKepis 62M
99 posts
12/11/2005 2:46 pm

Well said! A bit sad, but so true. Things change (for the better, we hope), we make progress (in the "right" direction if we work hard and with a bit of luck), and we grow (tall and strong and full of anticipation).

The only thing that NEVER changes is that things change. As the doors of our lives close behind use, new paths open before us.

"Nature always favors the hidden fault. "- (Murphy's Third Law)

HeardLankaMalls 55M
2925 posts
12/12/2005 7:44 am

Nice story Tennis. Sometimes it's the things said quickly without thinking, letting the subconscience control our thoughts, that let us (and sometimes others) know what we really think.

rm_anacortes 74M
2850 posts
12/12/2005 4:55 pm

Thanks for sharing..

Namaste n hugzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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