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Ian the Traveling Kid (and Caitlin)

October 4, 2011

Ian was

as are many of the people

about whom I

write

one of the coolest people

I have ever

met.

 

We met because he

was

wandering around the Haight district

of

San Francisco

with a ukelele

and I was

wandering around

with

a guitar.

 

He was incredibly

intelligent

and

friendly

which is

in my experience

a good recipe

for

a good friend.

 

Then

we met

Caitlin.

 

Ian was the one

who

invited her to hang out with us

and

I was the one who

stayed quiet

while he attempted

to get to know her

in more than one

sense

of the phrase.

 

I stayed quiet

for

more than one

reason

 

The reason

which I would like to think

was

the main one

was that I

occasionally

like to assume the role

of

the wingman.

But if I told you that it was the

main one

I would be

a

liar.

 

The main reason why

I didn’t talk much

was

because

I knew that Ian

would make a much more

enticing

conversation partner

than I would

so

I defaulted to my

tried-and-failed

social tactic

of

making myself as inaccessible

as I could

and hoping that the girl

in question

would

find that intriguing

and choose me

when it becomes

sexy time.

 

Somehow

in this case

it worked.

 

Caitlin maintained her interest

in Ian

but also developed

an interest

in

me.

 

Somehow, she ended up

putting make up

on me

which was a surprisingly

intimate

experience.

 

Then

(again, somehow)

we all ended up

drawing

each other

and

my drawing of Ian

was

much more flattering

than

his of me.

 

Eventually,

we all headed toward the Castro district

for some exploration

and

partying.

At this point

there were four of us;

a fellow by the name of

Gavin

had joined the group

obviously out of interest in

Caitlin

but

he was a cool guy

so

we retained him.

 

We were all

to some degree or another

homeless

and

San Francisco nights

can be quite

chilly.

 

So, after much

drinking

(I have no idea how we had gotten the whiskey)

we all got under the one

blanket

that we had.

 

There was only room for three people

side by side

under the blanket

so Caitlin had to choose

one of us

with whom to

double up.

 

She chose me.

 

And once the other guys realized

that

they weren’t going to get any,

and went to sleep,

Caitlin and I

started

fooling around.

 

The amazing sex that we had

a little while later

inspired my poem

Love?

 

And then

the next morning

Ian and I walked Caitlin to

the bus station

and said

goodbye

forever.

 

Later that day

I confessed to Ian

that

Caitlin and I had hooked up.

 

And later yet

Ian made the

quite reasonable

decision

to ditch me

as

a

friend.

 

This is a great shame

because

he would have made

a wonderful

long-term

buddy.

 

But I have no regrets

because

as horrible as it sounds

I needed the sex

more

than the friendship.

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4 Comments
  1. Miri permalink

    This is the first poem that I’ve read so I’m leaving a comment here. I like that I’ve stumbled my way to your blog πŸ™‚
    I’ve just been reading for about an hour and it’s 2.40am in Europe, so I guess I’ll be back πŸ™‚

  2. Yax-Xul permalink

    Great poem !

  3. I think one of your adverts triggered my web browser to resize, you may well want to put that on your blacklist.

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