The Story of Mike G.  

bigandtallreturn 38M
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8/17/2006 5:39 am

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The Story of Mike G.

I was contemplating not writing this, but I decided to because I think it explains a lot about why I am so eager to have that special someone in my life someday. And after a conversation with Becky where I got envious after she told me what her man was going to do to her, sexually and otherwise, for her birthday on Labor Day weekend, well... the need to write this became paramount. Because, above all else, I don't want to be like Mike G.

Mike G. has been a friend of my family for nearly 30 years. When my dad first started at Bechtel back in '78, Mike G. was there, and throughout the years, Mike and my dad travelled the roads together, climbing up the Bechtel ladder of success. Every job site my dad worked at, Mike either worked there, or stopped by there for job assingment. Mike used to babysit me when I was a kid. Mike is the nicest, most generous man you'll ever meet, the kind of guy who would literally give you the shirt off his back if it came to that. He once let my dad borrow his car. He's just that kind of guy.

And as long as I've known him, Mike has never been married or even ever had a girlfriend. I mean, EVER.

See, Mike is very shy and introverted. Think of Jim's Dad from American Pie in terms of awkwardness, and that's Mike. He's the only guy I know who has more weird quirks than I do. And his awkwardness has been the butt of joke sometimes from my dad and my brother. Never to Mike's face, and never with mean intentions, but Mike's quirky nature has lent itself to some hilarious moments, like how he drew stares at an airport a few years ago because of his stilted, pedantric way of walking (he walks like he has braces on his legs sometimes), and how he never goes faster than 20 MPH on the interstate. He's the only man I know who got ticketed for driving too SLOW.

And again, he's never had a woman in his life ever. AT ALL. An incident from a few years still bugs me to this day: he actually wrote my mom a letter, seeking her "womanly advice" on how to ask out a girl he had a crush on at work. The girl was 23. Mike was then 47. It was a pathetic cry for help. And I couldn't help but think, "What if I end up like that?"

I like Mike G. I think the world of him. It's hard not to; he's never been nothing but generous to me, even at times when I was selfish and didn't deserve it. But I have a fear of ending up like him: living alone, with very few friends and never knowing what it's like to have a significant other. Today, Mike is in his mid-50s, and I'll guarantee you, he still lives alone. And he always will. He'll never know what it's like to have that significant other. Some of it probably is his own fault, but when I see a guy who's so good-natured and caring never achieve any personal happiness whatsoever... well, it makes me sick.

That's why I want to know what being that significant other is like. I want to know how that feels. I NEED to know how that feels, to be honest. I need to know what it's like to be the one man who beat the numerical odds and ended up that special someone to a woman. Ever see a couple walk down the street or sidewalk or whatever holding hands, kissing in public and being all lovey-dovey? Of course you have.

It makes most people sick because they feel that kind of affection should be behind closed doors.

It makes me sick because they've got what I want.

So when you reply "Love will happen someday" or "Don't worry about it, God's got a plan" or something like that, well, you might be right. But you might not be. I mean, some people never do find it. They never achieve that kind of happiness. They end up like Mike G.

I'll probably see Mike G. this Labor Day weekend when I visit my folks. It'll be good to see him. It'll also be sad. I'd like to think that he's found personal happiness. I'd like to think that, this time, a surprise will happen and he'll walk through the door hand-in-hand with someone.

But I doubt it.

"Today may be the first day of the rest of your life, unless you live on the other side of the International Date Line, then yesterday was the first day of the rest of your life."- Larry Andersen

PrincessKarma 45F
6188 posts
8/17/2006 7:56 am

"It makes me sick because they've got what I want."

I understand... I feel like that too.

Then again, lovey-doveyness is one thing, but watching them tongue-wrestle is disgusting. It makes me want to toss a bucketful of ice water on them and yell "GET A DAMN ROOM!

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma

PassionKisses4Me 45F

8/17/2006 3:28 pm

Ok thats it I am not telling you any more LOL...and I am so sorry that I get so excited about him and share it with are my friend after all silly.

You are such a wonderful, sweet, amazing man and I know with all my heart you will find the right woman for just have to be patient and wait for her to enter you life

Love ya



curiousinlorain7 60F

8/17/2006 6:15 pm

Ever see a couple walk down the street or sidewalk or whatever holding hands, kissing in public and being all lovey-dovey? Of course you have.
For some reason this really hits me hard when there is snow on the ground...

You have such a good heart... you will find that special woman that will make you smile just at the thought of her...and she will be the luckiest woman in the world... you just come across as such a great man...

As far as being alone... the rest of your life... think how it is to be my age..and a woman... all alone.. it's reason number one i'll not get a cat i'm not going to be the neighborhood 'cat' lady

MamChelle 49F
1443 posts
8/19/2006 10:03 pm

i get those tinges as i see a couple cooing and doting on one another too.... i admit to being afraid that i will grow old alone. i often think i is too hard for me to trust a lot of Men....i want to, Goddess knows. But i need to be alpha...and don't want to wake up again after a marriage and find out i have been a complete and trusting hurts too much. Being a Mike G sounds good compared to that. ......*sighs*

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