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Date Posted: 18:34:33 05/30/25 Fri
Author: JeffsFort
Subject: My answer...
In reply to: JeffsFort 's message, "IMAGINE Magazine Question for 6/15" on 01:54:53 05/26/25 Mon

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I shot myself in the foot with this question to be honest because there were quite a few over the years that I had to force myself not to openly drool over. But there is one really worth mentioning. The one I will bring up for this answer, I actually had a conversation with Comicality regarding because of his significance to a couple characters I based their personalities on. Let's call him Scott.

When I was in the 4th grade, I began to realize that I REALLY loved spending time with Scott. I knew him for a couple years prior but, we actually hung out from 4th grade through High School before losing touch one of the many times my parents split up and we changed schools.

It really became obvious to me when he talked me into playing baseball after school which is something I would never have done on my own. It was coached by our teacher who took the time to teach me how to hit, field, and even to throw so I'd stop embarrassing myself. Hehehe! Scott wasn't just cute, he was supportive (and cute), he was funny (and cute), and for some weird reason, he liked hanging out with me, of all people. LOL! (I did mention he was cute, right?) Things at home sucked most of the time but he was my escape when I could get away from it.

The day Comsie and I talked about was one of my favorite memories. Scott was on a youth football team when we were in 5th grade and I would make his practices when I could. In the beginning, running drills had him sore and exhausted and when we got back to his house this particular night, he collapsed face first on the couch without even changing. So, I of course gave him shit for hogging the couch, lifted his legs and sat down, dropping them in my lap. When he complained how much his feet hurt, I pulled off his sneakers and socks and very carefully rubbed his feet. It was an odd thing for a friend to just do but we didn't have many boundaries between us so, his only response was a few groans of relaxation before he started to doze off. I remember knowing he dozed off but not wanting the moment to end. His mother came into the living room and just smiled, whispered how cute we were and then wandered off into the kitchen. The physical contact, his tight uniform shorts, my absolute admiration for him...It was a strong crush that spanned a few years and even to this day, some of my favorite memories and imagined fantasies center around that friendship. 

I let him talk me into playing baseball in the beginning, wrestling in Jr. High, and in High School the swim team just so I could be near him! OMG the swim team...there was much horsing around in the showers and locker room for sure. LOL! 

Comsie told me there was a story in that experience but I've never been able to write it. I have no words to describe so much of what I was feeling back then or what it meant to me. That and some of what we shared was kinda private... 🫣 He actually made the comment that it was too bad he wasn't gay so we could do even more than we were doing. If only I had the courage to tell him... I bet he knew. ::sigh::

After the last time I moved, he and I talked on the phone occasionally. It was hard being limited to calls. He had started dating some girl from our school and I remember being both happy for him and jealous that she got to spend time with him and I couldn't anymore. The calls came less often before they stopped all together months later. I've never run into him again since but, he will always live rent free in my memories. If he ever finds this answer and reads it thinking it sounds familiar, I'll go ahead and give him a clue that it's our story I'm talking about: "Next time we run back to your house because you forgot your glove 'again', slow down so I can keep up, dork!" LOL!

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