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So last Saturday, Greg Eatroff, Sara Cole and I went down to
Marscon, a lovely, low-key convention which seems to be one of very few things that gets the Waltrip brothers out of the house. We all had a nice dinner together, the old
Fans crew. I hadn't seen Sara in a while and was a bit uncertain about what parts of the evening she enjoyed-- she's left a lot of the scene behind-- but they had a dance room that went on for hours, and she loved to dance. Greg spent the same wee hours of the morning in the
Rocky Horror showing, and I spent 'em chatting up an amusingly drunken
Rob Balder and an e-paper enthusiast who's spoken to me at two conventions now and whose name COMPLETELY slips my mind even though I jotted down his name and e-mail address on a piece of paper which I've now lost. If you're reading this, please don't take it personal: I would like to pick up where we left off. You have my e-dress: feel free to use it.
My relationship with Sara has been, shall we say, a storied one. It briefly seemed as though she and I might become more-than-friends in 1999, and the breakup of what was never exactly a relationship in the first place narrowly edged out my comic book's financial failure as the worst thing to happen in the worst year of my life. (To date.) It's not THAT it didn't happen, it's the specific WAY it didn't happen. I'm not going to get into details except to say that everyone agrees I got hurt a lot worse than Sara did. Granted, the aforementioned business failure put me in a vulnerable place.
Greg would really like for Sara and me to put the whole thing behind us; Dave Belmore doesn't understand why I spend any time with her, and between those two extremes she and I have tried to restore some of the friendship we had, while acknowledging that we can't trust one another as much as we once did.
I don't do well with ambiguous relationships. I don't generally spend much time with people who make me uncomfortable. But there are times when it's worth it. She's a good person; she has a good perspective; we just want very different things, and I tried to get closer to her just as we were beginning to go in different directions.
I think there will always be a little pang.
But I still want her to be part of my life.