I first met “T” about 16 years ago. We both worked for the same company – me in the home office – he out in the field. He was previously in the U.S. Navy and we got to know one another. Great guy. Great friend. Crazy like me. Workaholic. Fabulous sense of humor. And married.
In the time since, we’ve both left that company and have worked other jobs, but still managed to keep in touch from time to time. “T” even spent five years working for a security firm in the Middle East. During our first visit with one another after he left the firm, he told me incredible stories of his time there. I’m amazed he didn’t get killed with all the close calls he experienced. I was hearing the stories his wife didn’t want to hear. Can you blame her? So many close calls. “T” definitely has a guardian angel watching over him. Lucky bastard.
I do care a lot for “T” and know nothing will ever come of it since he is married. I love talking with him, even if it is once a year, as he is always able to make me laugh my butt off.
But I also feel sad after we hang up — because as much as I enjoy talking and laughing with “T”, I just serves as a reminder that I don’t have the special someone in my life. Not that I want it to be him, necessarily, but I’d like it to be someone like him. Someone who makes me laugh, makes me feel attractive, and someone who really does care for me.
His wife is a lucky woman to have a man like “T” in her life. Is it so bad I want the same?