him

I only knew him for a short while, but I've remembered him for years.

I don't particularly remember our first meeting, I just remember that he began keeping me company.  That's the only way I can describe our "relationship".

I worked evenings as a hotel desk clerk, and during slow seasons I typically ran the desk by myself.  We met during the slow season. 

He told me he worked construction, but he didn't seem like what I think of as a typical construction worker - David Hodo, he was not. 

He had longish thick dark hair with a little bit of wave in it.  It was always shiny and clean.  He combed it back, and some of it would fall forward over his forehead.  I found that very attractive.

He had a full beard, but it was kept short - Sean Connery, not ZZTop.

He wore silver wire-framed glasses.

He had a medium to large build and usually wore jeans, boots, a button-down shirt, and a black leather jacket - at a time when I was impressed by leather jackets. 

I worked most weekday evenings, and soon I began to anticipate his visits.  He would first go into the hotel lounge and have a beer before coming out to "keep me company".  He always acknowledged me when he first entered the hotel, before going into the lounge. 

He was rather quiet and soft-spoken and struck me more as a writer or musician than a construction worker.  He wasn't particularly flirtatious - didn't say any silly pick-up lines and didn't give me the impression that he was trying to impress me.  I found all of that very attractive.

I enjoyed our conversations.   He would tell me about his day working construction.  It wasn't a passion for him, and I sensed that someday, he would do work that was.   I was a college student then and sometimes talked about school or the hotel.  It may sound boring, but I enjoyed his easy company. 

I didn't know his actual age, but I was 20 and he was, I'm guessing, at least in his late 20's. 

We never went out - never spent time together other than those  nights I was working the desk.  I vaguely remember him asking me to go out, but I can't remember why we never did.

That bothers me.  To this day, that bothers me.


Yesterday's NaBloPoMo prompt:

"Make a list of everyone you've ever had a crush on in your life, then choose one from the list and describe him or her in great detail"
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