sedgwick Posted March 22, 2010 Posted March 22, 2010 Don't get excited, I didn't have sex or anything, but okay... There's this musician/writer/storyteller -- we'll call him Bob -- who has been my dream man since I saw him open for one of my favorite other musicians in '97. Bob is not famous, but those who know his work tend to regard him as a genius. As such, he's sort of "alt-famous," we'll say. He is also funny, and HOT, oh my god is he hot. The first time I saw Bob I fell madly in love with him, and throughout the time I've been writing my book I've jokingly called it "a love letter to Bob." We write about similar stuff, and we come from similar small towns. All along I've had this dream of sending the manuscript to him to get a blurb for the back. So, since it's blurb-collecting time now, my publisher sent the ms to Bob's manager. The manager wrote me and said Bob was veryvery busy and probably wouldn't have time to read it, but he'd hand it off to him at a music festival this past week. I just hoped he'd hang onto it until he got home and maybe take a look at it at some point.Two days later I got an email the subject line of which was "Bob here." In it he said he picked up the book and couldn't put it down, and identified with it "deeply deeply deeply." !!! We have now exchanged half a dozen emails in the past 24 hours. He sent me a story he just finished and said, "for your eyes only." His emails are quirky and hilarious and full of big words, of course. I've been trying to read his story, but I can't because every paragraph makes me clutch at my heart and sigh, which is no good because HE HAS A (totally hot) WIFE. And sent us both an email introducing us to each other, saying to me, "I think you two have a lot in common." The wife is also a writer -- a GOOD writer, no less -- and now she and I are trading emails too. In the first one, she said, "Bob came home from the festival with your book and insisted I put down the book I was reading and read yours instead so we could discuss it." So what am I, of course, thinking? Am I thinking, "Oh, I get to be friends with these two awesome smart people?" Am I thinking, "Oh, I get to have great conversations about literature with these two awesome smart people?" No, I'm totally thinking THREESOME. I am dreadful. But seriously, the very very last thing I need is to get all unrequited-lovey about another writer or musician, my gawd. After Joe ditched me, when I thought I'd never be attracted to anyone else ever again, I would comfort myself with the knowledge that there was still one man on the planet I would have sex with right that second: Bob. And now I have to finish reading this story and say something about it, without including in whatever I say the sentence MAY I JUST COME OVER AND BITE YOUR NECK WHILE YOU READ FAULKNER TO ME. Lord, what's a girl to do?! Regardless of the fact that I cannot have him, I am happier right this minute than I have been in almost three years.
Rearden Metal Posted March 22, 2010 Posted March 22, 2010 Keep them as friends, Sedgy. You know thisssss!
alphamale Posted March 22, 2010 Posted March 22, 2010 Regardless of the fact that I cannot have him, I am happier right this minute than I have been in almost three years. i'm so glad to hear that sedgwick i think i just peed my pants :)
Author sedgwick Posted March 23, 2010 Author Posted March 23, 2010 Keep them as friends, Sedgy. You know thisssss! Yes of course. I would do nothing to f*ck this up, ever. I'm just sayin' that if, y'know, THEY BROUGHT IT UP...
GrayClouds Posted March 23, 2010 Posted March 23, 2010 It does illustrate your repining of never loving again had no bases in reality. The only thing that can keep you heart at bay is your own resistance. Have fun.
eric82 Posted March 23, 2010 Posted March 23, 2010 That's awesome. I remember your posts from years ago, I've made progress since then and I'm glad to see that you're making progress too.
mickleb Posted March 23, 2010 Posted March 23, 2010 I hope you're seeing hunks of self-worth when you look over your post, Seds. Accept this praise from someone you greatly admire. Feed off it. You are hungry. (Jees, aren't we all, from time to time?) But don't let your big, passive, commitment phobic tendencies allow you to hop from one unobtainable man to another. DON'T DO IT AGAIN. Now.. f*cking awesome news! How cool are you? x
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