So one problem that I seem to have is what we call my "relationship cross
over’s", and just after Sam is when that truly began to happen. Where somehow because of the world and
its wicked sense of humor I meet a great guy right after my current relationship
has just ended. It’s not that I
really meant for each of my relationships to start that way and in no way did
it make me not feel as strongly as I did for all of the following guys after
Chapter 4. But here is where that
trend truly began, except for one exception but we will get there eventually. But one thing I would like to address now is that most of the guys following this will have more than one chapter. I know, I know just like when "LOST" came out, you are going to have to wait patiently for the next piece of Jeremy's life. I just want to give the proper amount of words for the serious relationships you will learn about and that will take me some time. But lets continue:
So
during the course of this "Sam calling me frantically over weeks of time" I met
someone else. Rick. Currently I was working in the ever so
glamorous Starbucks department of a grocery store called Safeway. I was going on my last months there
because I was to leave for New York that August for school. I called Safeway
our “family business” because my mother, sister, and myself had all worked
there the course of our lives but thank God none of us work there now. Well, I had two friends Stephanie and
Nick who worked at the grocery store as well and we seemed to hang out quite a
lot. We were all kind of a goofy
bunch so we had a lot of fun together.
They came over to my department on my break one day and asked if I
wanted to hang out later that night.
Because I had really no life except for Safeway at this point, I
agreed. They told me that we were
actually going to hang out with their friend Rick who they went to high school
with as well. I thought nothing of
it and we made plans to meet after work.
When I met Rick, the first thing I noticed about him was his style. He was very stylish, from his hair all
the way down to his shoes. He was
also very cute. He was shorter
than me, and had dark hair, hazel eyes, tan skin, was built but not OVERLY
built, and had a great smile. We
had a short introduction and then we all decided to go to Denny’s. Rick was very nice and very sweet. He was a pretty funny guy and pretty
goofy as well. But one thing I was
truly struggling with over that first night was whether or not Rick was
gay. I mean he had good style but
the kind of style that could be interpreted as metro sexual. He was a very expressive and very extraverted
but not in any way a gay sense. Now this was at a time before my gaydar had
been installed correctly (I was currently waiting for a replacement from
gaydarsforcheap.com) so I was being very cautious yet curious of this person’s
sexuality. I was kind of confused and of course with that mysterious unknown
territory, young Jeremy began to crush.
The night ended and we had taken Ricks car from the Safeway parking lot,
so he drove us all back to our cars that were now in the completely empty
parking lot. I was the last one to
my beat up Volvo and was letting the engine warm up a bit before I got going
(at this point everyone else had driven away) when a car pulled into the
parking lot. It was Rick’s
car. He pulled up next to me and
rolled down his window.
“Everything ok?” he asked.
I responded with a “Yes of course, my car just needs a little love
before I tackle the road.” He laughed.
“Everything ok with you?” I asked.
“Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you got on the road safely seeing as
its midnight,” he said with a smile.
Wow. I really didn’t know
how to respond because I was not really used to someone caring for my well
being like that, especially someone I had literally just met that night. So I responded with “Awe thanks, that’s
very sweet.” He said “No problem,”
and him and I parted ways. All the
way home (which was literally maybe 8 blocks away) as my car strained down the
road, I was thinking to myself “Now why would he do that??” I was very confused because I again had
no idea of whether or not he was even of the homosexual race. I thought about it all night until I
fell asleep that night then got up the next morning and went to work.
Of
course because that is just how my life works, Stephanie and Nick were also
working morning shifts in their respective departments. Again we met on our breaks and I
brought up the question that was bugging me. “Is Rick gay?” I asked. They both looked at each other for a long time. Stephanie spoke first, “well that is
actually unknown.” “What do you
mean?” I asked. “Well,” began
Nick, “you see there was a point in high school that he was out of the closet
and was fine with it, but then suddenly he wasn’t anymore. He began dating girls, and kind of
never brought up the whole ‘gay’ thing again.” “Hmmmm,” I responded. Not a completely hopeless situation. I told them both about the night
before, and they both kind of agreed that it was a little weird. Because Nick had a big crush on Rick
(story of my life) he said, “Well, if he turns out to be gay let me know!” Stephanie and Nick suggested we hang out
again that night, and I said “Sure.”
Nick went to the restroom and Stephanie turned to me and asked, “Do you
want me to invite Rick?” And I responded immediately with, “Yes.”
That
night the plan was for Rick to again pick us up in his XTerra, and then we were
going to drive around for a while and see what we wanted to do. As we drove along one thing that made
me enjoy Ricks company was that he all loved to sing full out to
the radio. He drove down the
highway blasting the radio and sang his heart out. Even if it wasn't exactly in tune. So because we hadn’t exactly figured
out what we were going to do, Stephanie suggested we drive up to Lookout
Mountain (I know, I know that is so Pleasantville). Now Lookout Mountain was obviously
a…well a mountain but what made it great was it had a spectacular view of all
of Denver at night. There were
places to park and just look out across the state. It really is one of the
prettiest places to be at night in Colorado. So we drove up there and found a spot to park. It was gorgeous. It was such a perfectly clear night and
the weather couldn’t have been more perfect. Now Rick apparently was a very adventurous person and he had
this brilliant idea to climb over the railing and down some rocks to find a
perfect viewing place. Dangerous I
know, and out of the three of us, I was the only one who took him up on his
offer while the other two stayed behind the railing by the car. After climbing down a multitude of
rocks and after Jeremy almost broke his neck numerous times, we found a perfect
spot to look over the city. We sat
there for a while in silence just taking in the atmosphere. It was so quiet and peaceful. All you could hear were the small
sounds of the woods. Whether it
was the trees brushing up against each other in the small breeze or the snap of
a twig by some forest animal like bigfoot or a lesbian. All you could see were lights. Now this was completely different than
New York at night or Las Vegas.
These not only had the lights from downtown Denver but millions of scattered
lights in the darkness all over the state which could have been outside
lighting from a grocery store or just a simple porch light left on by a mother
waiting for her teenage daughter to come home and ground her ass. It is just a truly calming beautiful
experience being up there. And if
you were to look to your left you could see cars coming up the mountain. I turned to Rick and gave him a light
punch in his arm. He asked, “What
was that for?” I said, “Slug bug red.”
“What?” he asked. “Slug bug
red,” I replied and I pointed to the left where you could only see the
headlights of a car coming up the mountain. He laughed and said, “How do you know that’s a bug?” “I just know,” I replied. “Ok then,” he said, “Well slug bug
blue!” And he punched me lightly on the arm. We then began to randomly hit each other all over back and
forth saying random colored slug bugs.
He then softy brushed the side of my chin with his fist and we
kissed. We kissed for a long
time. It was very slow and not
forced on either end. I kind of
was in a state of shock and also of empowerment. I was also very scared. I mean what if this was another repeat of Josh? I mean I don’t know if I could do that
again. But that thought of course
got thrown away in the moment and I lived in that very moment. All that mattered in the time was he
and I surrounded by the smell and sounds of the woods and the scattered lights
laid before us like fireflies in the night sky. We stayed down there for what seemed like forever. It was such
an unreal experience. A real scene
from some movie based off of a Nicolas Spark novel. After awhile we stopped, he got up and held out his hand to
me and helped me up. I thought,
“Ok, I guess the moment is over.”
Not true. He led me over to
a small cave and we sat in there for a long time kissing each other. Like I said, we never did anything
more. We just kissed. Minutes literally turned to hours. I got out my phone and looked at
it. 4:00am. Wait…What?! How in God’s name (I apologize Lord, no means of disrespect)
did it get to be so late? Or in this case early? Funny thing is, I worked the morning shift and had to open
Starbucks at 5:00am. I told him we
had to get going because it would take us at least an hour to get me back to
Safeway, and thankfully I had my uniform in my car. We climbed our way back up and found Nick and Stephanie
asleep in the car. We woke them up
and told them we had to get going and for some reason Stephanie offered to
drive. Rick and I sat in the back
seat. He held my hand the whole
way down the mountain, even if he hid it under a coat so the others wouldn’t
see. We finally pulled into the
Safeway parking lot and Nick and Stephanie said their goodbyes, got in the cars
and drove home to sleep. Rick got
into the front seat, and I said “Well, thanks for a fun night.” Gay I
know. He responded with, “Yeah, I
had fun.” He kissed me again and
said, “You know what, I think I’m going to sleep here in my car for
awhile.” I said, “Ok” and got my
uniform and went into work. One of
the longest days of my life, but for some reason I was on some sort of
high. I was overcome with so many
different feelings, that I was able to keep going throughout the day even with
serving grumpy people their morning coffee. I had no idea what was going to come after this night. I mean I didn’t want to even bank on
anything because I didn’t want to get hurt, but for some reason I was just as
happy as can be that whole day.
Funny thing is, I could see Rick’s car from the window of Starbucks, and
he never left. He stayed my whole
shift. I had no idea what was
about to happen and what was all going to happen after that night. I mean you never do, do you? But I will say one thing, that first
night started something. It started
my true journey about myself. I was set to learn a whole lot about myself and
others and most important love and
the dangerous feeling it is. To be continued…
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