Black Holes and Other Mysteries

So my plans for this weekend have changed. I took a couple of vacation days this week to go to Illinois. To meet Chris. The W-2's came back, I filed my taxes, and talked to him about coming out to meet him. We had this weekend set aside to do that and then...nothing. I haven't spoken to him for eleven days. I haven't heard from him at all for eight. The last communication I had from him was a text message saying he'd call me. I wrote to him and called him several times last week because I really needed to know what to do this weekend. Well, after no response for several days, I called Bryan, my friend in Cincinnati. So, I will be taking the time I was gonna go to Illinois and spend it instead in Cincinnati. It's always a blast to see Bryan.

But back to Chris for a moment. I have had plenty of time to think about what may have happened. Obviously, I have no proof, but I can only suspect he got cold feet. If that's the case, maybe I'll hear from him one day. I hope so. But, on the other hand, I don't want to chase people. When I like someone, they have more than plenty of ways to get a hold of me.

What happens to these guys? Chris is by no means the first to vanish. Before Chris, there was Chris. The guy I talked about waaaay back at the beginning of this thing. Actually, now that I think about it, it was one year ago today, Valentine's Day that I saw him last. We took a nap, and when I woke up he was gone. Never answered another of my phone calls. I've heard about him a time or two since last February, but never spoke to him again.

Before Chris was Nick. Nick and I went dated for a short time in the spring and summer of 2004. We went to Chicago together for a weekend in July that year. Upon returning from Chicago, I never heard from him. For a year. I ran into him online again last summer and then saw him once or twice after that. His explanation last summer was that he wasn't really sure what he wanted so he quit calling. Fair enough, but he could have told me he was done.

Before Nick was Brad. Brad is a long story from the winter of 2004. Maybe, if I feel like documenting my side some day, I'll write the whole thing out. In the interest of time, though, suffice it to say, he disappeared after three weeks with me.

Way before Brad was Jason. And Brian. You know, a guy could get a complex, but not me. At this point I think it'll make my memoir that much more readable. What's a life story without a little mystery? And again I ask, what happened to them? Here's what I really think. Some day I'm going to find all those single socks and misplaced pens. And no less than six guys. I keep looking behind the dryer.