Disappearing Man - Francesca

I don't know if this counts, but this was the most bizarre date I've had in awhile. This one requires a bit of background first. I met Jeremy when I was thirteen at an amusement park. My best friend at the time and I saw Jeremy and his brother, and immediately connected. The big problem was that they lived about an hour away and in another area code, which made communication pretty difficult. Jeremy was the first boy I fell in love with...we would keep in contact sporadically throughout the years. Time passed, and we got older...but we were never in sync romantically. I had a boyfriend when he was single, he had a girlfriend when I was single...so there was always a wistful strain. He understood a part of me very few people ever saw. It is true what they say-you never forget your first love. So, imagine my surprise when I found out he was in town for his job right after I become single. I'm not stupid, a lot of time has passed, and we are both very different people. Who knows if that spark is still there? But still, I agree to meet up, for old time's sake. Meeting him, I feel a rush of emotion...is it for real, or is it just the nostalgia? Either way, it's intense, and he seems to be feeling it as well. We talk for hours, catching up on the last decade...wow, has it been that long? Am I really this old? But we continue to talk, and realize it's now 3 a.m. All the talking has worn us out, and we end up falling asleep next to each other. It's really nice, to be able to reconnect with someone from so long ago, to feel this excitement again. I'm jolted from my sleep at 7, when my alarm goes off...I just have to run into work to take care of a few things, but have the day off otherwise. I wake Jeremy to let him know that he can keep sleeping, and I'll be back in half an hour. I don't think I've ever worked so fast...I zipped through everything, making it back to my place within 25 minutes. I open the door and run to my room, eager to crawl into bed again...but it's empty. On the pillow is a note...he said he was sorry, but had to leave, and would call me as soon as he got back home. Confused, I try calling his cell phone...not only is there no answer, but it has no voicemail. I wait, hoping there is a logical explanation...and have yet to hear from him. I've never been so happy to have not hooked up with anyone in my life, but I still wonder...what happened? It's so surreal, to have felt such a connection before, yet he disappeared literally within half an hour. I'd think I dreamt the whole thing, but I have this note as proof.