Then there was BP. I had had casual, online, and mail (mail!) contact with him over the past few years. He’s involved in our scene quite a bit and puts heartfelt things together, lovingly sending me free copies of hand-touched pieces. I had just received a wonderful package from him about a week prior to our meeting. I couldn’t wait to thank him in person. Somehow, I had his visual image confused with someone else and when I met him in person I couldn’t quite fix that mix-up in my mind for a whole night. But fix it I did eventually and I came to admire him even more and carry a romantic fondness for him.
He is quite a bit older than the majority of our group of friends, and active people in this scene. His hair is completely grey, though it’s still quite thick and lustrous. His skin may be dry and lined, but he smiles a lot, almost as much as his eyes do. His eyes are a watery blue. Not watery as in bearing itchy tears, but pale, shining blue like a pure ocean. He is just taller than me and gives the most incredible warm hugs.
We talked so much over the weekend. He is utterly easy to talk to and get along with. He has a lot to say and much to brag about, being a part of a fiercely iconic music scene some twenty years ago and currently in a much loved band. But brag he does not. He speaks carefully and directly to you, and then asks thoughtful questions of you. It is impossible to overstate how attractive this is.
He only recently put his thoughts together on the long weekend we all spent together. All of us were taken with his words but me especially so. He mentioned me three times on three things I remember distinctly, him making me out as a beautiful, interesting, multi-faceted person. He made my insides burn with desire and appreciation. I hope to let him know more when I’m near him next month.
