I've written a bit about this guy. It's Justin, my "boyfriend" from 1997 into 1998. Well, maybe. It was hard to tell at times with him. I think we were both at a really strange part of our respective lives back then and our time together, at least for me, was quite memorable and enriching, it also, again for me, brought up a lot of old anxieties and cemented a lot of the biases I would have and continue to have regarding meaningful and lasting relationships.
Gotta say, finding this old photo of him by chance on his Facebook page just yesterday took me right back to them days. And man, would you not agree -- he was a cutie! Even though this is a scan of a grainy 1990s photopaper amateur snapshot, I'm mesmerized by that silky hair! I do very much remember the massive collection of high-end hair products he had in his vanity (yes, he had a Hollywood light mirror vanity) of his bathroom so it's no wonder. And of course he smelled terrific.
That's not me cropped out in the pic, it's his then (and probably still) BFF Paul who was also his roommate. Paul didn't care for me much. He was very much a Jerry Cote prissy judgmental and possessive bitch so he probably thought low of anyone Justin brought home anyway so I guess I shouldn't be so bitter.
"One Fine Day" is one of the many Blockbuster movies Justin brought home from his job there for us to watch and basically Blockbuster and Chill if you know what I mean, and George Clooney in his prime whisper-singing that song melted both of us. But that in a way was one of the issues with him. Was our relationship only to be physical? I questioned that very thing as matter-of-factly to him several times during our times together but got vague and conflicting responses. Maybe he wanted more but Paul deflected him away from me? Maybe he sensed my desperation since, I'll admit, I was -- I wanted more. I always fucked things up that way. But I tried so hard with this one to not.
Go ahead and read more about him here, and here, and here for starters. My one fine days are behind me now, but they can always live on in my memories...or at least here on this blog.