Thursday, Jun. 23, 2005
to my secret, straight-boy crush on the eve of our last night working together


While I have always thought myself to be the type of guy who expresses his feelings easily and cries at the drop of a hat, for some reason when I think about your last day here the lump I get in my throat is just too big to swallow. But I know that I can’t let you leave here without letting you know how much I’ve enjoyed becoming your friend.

To look back on it, I would never have guessed that the likes of you and I would wind up the pals we are today. But somehow over the years I’ve gotten quite attached to you, despite the fact that we come from two different worlds.

I have to say I’m not exactly sure just how I’ll cope without you in the office. I am really going to miss the way random songs would get stuck in your head and how I was never quite sure what bizarre melody would spring from your cubicle next. I’ll miss our coffee breaks and our shared hatred of all things passed down from “The Golden Age of Kira”. I will weep at the loss of your v-look up skills, the way you would always come to the rescue with your spreadsheet prowess. Oh - and the way you let pick who should be on your fantasy football team based on who I thought was the hottest – now that was true friendship.

You will be missed but not forgotten. I will make sure your memory lives on around this place for as long as I’m here. Nobody is going to come into this department without getting an earful about the guy I used to work with, the best there ever was and one of the greatest, funniest and sweetest guys I know. Your legend will grow to Paul Bunyan proportions, I only hope I can do you justice with my storytelling.

So with this lump in my throat, I say good luck and goodbye old friend, I hope you look back on the time we spent working together with as much fondness as I do.

Oh and if we meet up someday in a smoky bar, your head reeling from nostalgia and too many whiskey drinks, and you decide it's finally time to make the sweet, passionate man-love we have been on the brink of since the day we met, so be it.

Until then, old friend ... until then ...

<< || >>