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I tried to think back to when I first met him and I would have to say early 80s. He was a cocky SOB, with this lion head of blonde hair and stripped spandex, drum sticks in hand, but he always had a certain sweetness about him. I had a crush on his bandmate, so he didn't flick my bic, but once we became friends, we stayed that way.
He did have an obsession with my twins and he was the one to kneel in the champagne to see them. He never did get a look at them, but it's the thought that counts, right? Through the years we'd bounce our thoughts back and forth and then life would get in the way. He was devastated when he lost his daughter and went through some really dark years. He moved around a lot and we'd lost touch for awhile.
When we reconnected, it was as if we'd never stopped talking, and picked up right where we left off. He even used his friend's FB account to stay in touch when I was in Cabo in 2010, and he couldn't access his FaceBook account. I always thought that was a cool move on his part.
Although we danced around a sexual relationship, and discussed having one many times, we never did. And after awhile, I think we both were glad we didn't because it would've added an element to our relationship that may not have withstood the test of time, like our friendship did. It's a good thing too, because when he came to stay with me during Thanksgiving, I asked him why his Lady didn't have a problem with him being at my crib. He said "She asked me if we slept together and I told her no (which was true), so she feels comfortable with me staying here".
We then had another discussion about why we hadn't done the deed. As much as I love him, truth be told, he's a drummer! He tours! I know what happens when drummers tour! We even discussed that and traded our numbers (you know...how many?). We also discussed our age. He lies about his age due to the nature of his business, which totally cracks me up. Today, my BFF asked me how old MM was, and I busted out crying again. My reply to her was that he would totally kill me if I said.
He was sitting at my bar as I was cooking and looking me over...i.e. critiquing me. He said that I should totally lie about my age. "You're in great shape, nice legs, tight ass, flat stomach, great rack, young face... you should just shave 15 years off your age". I told him that I earned every damn year of my age, and I'm proud of it! But, the neat thing is, MM was like a brother to me. Almost as close as my blood brother and RW. He could say things like that and it didn't bother me. He's also the one that asked me where I was hiding my "balls". He admired my half man, half woman juxtaposition.
Most important...he loved me! He never hesitated to tell me that he loved me, or that he was thinking about me. He was always dropping me little notes and leaving me messages on my FB wall. I'm heartbroken that I'll never get another text, note or message. Like the Eagles say "There's just not enough love in the world" so when you lose someone who loves you, you lose a piece of yourself. One of his friends messaged me today to tell me that he told him how much he loved me. I'm hoping desperately that he knew how much he meant to me. I just can't bring myself to post on his wall, but I did send a private message..And now I'm crying again.
Just in case you want to see a drum solo...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbAGu2NmLvw&sns=em
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