On my last BoTB post, I told you my initial meeting/first date story with J2. On the BoTB before that I told you the initial meet with J1, but I never told you the rest of the story.
Today you get the rest of the story for J1: Sophomore Year.
I would post a photo of J1 for this year, but I don't have one. That might seem odd, but it isn't. Not really.
So, if you'll recall our first meeting was odd. He threw open the door and screamed "What?" after my repeated knocking. Then, he came downstairs and played cards with us. You must want to know what happened after that auspicious beginning!
Turns out we really connected. He was another one of my "connect" people for sophomore year. It was a bizarre relationship. He had a girlfriend, who I never met. I was kinda/sorta in a very oblique sort of way dating his roommate. I can't really call it dating, but I can't call it not dating either. I think I was trying on the idea of a "boyfriend," and he wasn't really a good fit, so it stagnated in a place of sort of dating. Kind of reminds me of 6th graders and how they date. They "go together" but nothing actually happens. Now, I think J1's relationship with his girlfriend was more serious than that, but I also think my involvement in his life made it more complicated. ha!
J1 and talked. A lot. We'd play a game or two of euchre and then opt out and just sit and talk for hours. The lobby had furniture and "cubby holes," so you could easily just sit and talk. I'm not sure that his roommate thought much about it, though he should have, because who spends hours just talking??? Well, we did. We talked about Everything. Honestly, I can't think of a single topic that was off-limits. Well, I didn't ask him much about his girlfriend and he wasn't all that keen on discussing my non-relationship with his roommate, but other than that...
J1 and I had a lot in common. The best and worst was that we were equally broken. Equally ridden with holes. When you're full of holes no one understands better than someone else bullet ridden with holes. My parents divorced. J1's divorced when he was 5. His dad remarried very happily, but his relationship with his bio mom at that time was pretty much non-existent. Holes. J1 blew out his knee ending his aspirations for playing football and baseball. Baseball was the real kicker for him. I quit music and had no idea what I was going to major in. I was aimlessly taking CORE classes to try and find a new dream, a new passion, a new anything. Holes. I could go on, but those two subjects alone could keep us talking for days.
J1 didn't come back second semester my sophomore year. I don't know how it would've all turned out if he had. Probably wouldn't have started dating J2, so I'm kinda glad it worked out like it did. J2 was a really nice guy, even though it didn't end well. Getting there, people. Next post I'll tell you what happened with him! But, I didn't think I'd ever see J1 again after he quit school. Turns out I was wrong about that, but if you'd asked me in January of 1988 about J1 I'd have told you I was really sad he couldn't find a reason to stay.
The song I chose to describe this time with this person is Something About What Happens When We Talk by Lucinda Williams. Lucinda's voice is always raspy, raw, and a bit jagged. Kind of how I felt back then. This song talks about a relationship very much like the one I had with J1. And at the end when she says, "But all I regret now is I never kissed your mouth," I know just what she means. When I thought I'd never see him again I knew what it was to ache for something you never really had.
If I had my way
I'd be in your town
I might not stay
But at least I would've been around
I'd be in your town
I might not stay
But at least I would've been around
'Cause there's something about what happens
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
Does this make sense?
It doesn't matter anyway
Is it coincidence?
Or was it meant to be?
It doesn't matter anyway
Is it coincidence?
Or was it meant to be?
'Cause there's something about what happens
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
And conversation with you
Was like a drug
It wasn't your face
So much as it was your words
Was like a drug
It wasn't your face
So much as it was your words
'Cause there's something about what happens
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
I can't stick around
I'm going back south
But all I regret now
Is I never kissed your mouth
I'm going back south
But all I regret now
Is I never kissed your mouth
'Cause there's something about what happens
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk
When we talk
Something about what happens
When we talk