Recently, I had a discussion with a friend about whether or not I ever pursued anyone. Meaning, had I ever initiated anything with someone. My answer was no. I never had.
Then late last night, the conversation came back to due a chat with a mutual about crushes. Suddenly, memories of Colin came rushing back.
He was the first real crush I have ever had. The first time I ever “pursued” anyone. He was classically handsome and athletic, though not the gym-bro-ey type. He was quiet, sensitive, and thoughtful. He dabbled in photography. If I remember correctly, he loved Ansel Adams’ black and white landscape photography. We would hangout, get stoned, and chat about art, music, life and things we hoped to achieve.
He was the first, last, and only straight guy I eve crushed on. The first and only gut I ever “pursued”. I knew that we would never be more than friends. But that did not stop my desire to spend time with him.
This was a lifetime ago. Now I wonder where he is. And yes, dear interwebs, I did some Googling. Nothing found.
I think though, I might know what I want. This time I will pursue it. So, I am in search of Colin.
