I Lost A Good Friend
Many years ago when when I was in college, there was this guy who was a guidance counselor. Basically, it was his job to help students who wanted to transfer out of the two year college I was in, into a four year college.
As he began helping me, we got to know each other and became friends. I thought he was one of the coolest guys I had ever met. The female students at the school were always joking with him and as a guy who was obese and had low self esteem, it was cool to be around somebody who was all the things that I wasn't myself.
One day, he introduced me to his new girlfriend. He was helping her get into UC Berkeley. She was stunning, the very definition of a sun kissed California blonde. Not only that, but an award winning scholar as well. I was damn happy for them both. I had hung out with them a few times, but eventually my friend did his job well enough that he helped me get into UCLA.
Over time, I was in contact less and less with my friend. I figured it was the distance. I'd leave messages for him. No call back. I tried several times to get in contact with him. Nothing. This went on for a few months until one day I finally started talking to him and asked him what's up.
He started out with, "You remember (that blonde girl)? Yeah....well....we were talking one time after you left and she told me she thought you were kind of cute. I couldn't handle you being around after that."
I was shocked.
I told him that I had no idea. There was no way I was trying to be with her. At that time, I was getting ignored and rejected by women left and right. He said he knew but he just....couldn't. So, he cut me out with no explanation. He told me he was sorry, that he felt foolish but that's just how he felt. It ended with, "Hey man, I have to go." (Click)
At the time, it was a hard thing to take. Amusingly, I remember thinking I wished I had met her before him so I could have found out if there was anything. I mostly just remember how stung I was that I lost a good friend over something I had no control over.
As he began helping me, we got to know each other and became friends. I thought he was one of the coolest guys I had ever met. The female students at the school were always joking with him and as a guy who was obese and had low self esteem, it was cool to be around somebody who was all the things that I wasn't myself.
One day, he introduced me to his new girlfriend. He was helping her get into UC Berkeley. She was stunning, the very definition of a sun kissed California blonde. Not only that, but an award winning scholar as well. I was damn happy for them both. I had hung out with them a few times, but eventually my friend did his job well enough that he helped me get into UCLA.
Over time, I was in contact less and less with my friend. I figured it was the distance. I'd leave messages for him. No call back. I tried several times to get in contact with him. Nothing. This went on for a few months until one day I finally started talking to him and asked him what's up.
He started out with, "You remember (that blonde girl)? Yeah....well....we were talking one time after you left and she told me she thought you were kind of cute. I couldn't handle you being around after that."
I was shocked.
I told him that I had no idea. There was no way I was trying to be with her. At that time, I was getting ignored and rejected by women left and right. He said he knew but he just....couldn't. So, he cut me out with no explanation. He told me he was sorry, that he felt foolish but that's just how he felt. It ended with, "Hey man, I have to go." (Click)
At the time, it was a hard thing to take. Amusingly, I remember thinking I wished I had met her before him so I could have found out if there was anything. I mostly just remember how stung I was that I lost a good friend over something I had no control over.
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