Far Far Away. Why do they all have to be Far Far Away?

Ok, so Philly ain't that far, just about three hours drive. But still far for my car to make the tr. I should actually tell you what I'm talking about. Make some sense.
I met this guy a few times at the conventions I work at. He seemed nice, but I thought that he was just another pretty boy jock that was just looking for a good time. We exchanged email and I thought that was it. Well, we had short conversations and wrote once or twice and that was it. I had, by that time, met "smalllville" and was going through some drama with that and the guy I work for. Being quite tired of the soap opera that was unfolding with that situation, I decided to go through my phone and did some "spring cleaning" of the phone numbers of people that either don't talk to me or I don't talk to them anymore. I came across his number. (I nicknamed him "Indie", so that's what we will refer to him as in this blog.) I thought to myself, "Why not give him a call and see if he remembers me?". I called and left a message and then tried again a few days later, another message left. Fine, whatever. He ain't calling back.
October 30, 2004, Chiller convention. I was donning some wigs the entire weekend, this peticular night at the bar I was donning a blonde piece. Some people thought it was my real hair. What??? Are they crazy??? Anyway, I was having a great time just drinking and chatting with my friends, when suddenly this guy comes up behind me and says "Hey! I know you!". It was Indie! I was surprised . I had forgotten how good looking he is. He was with some people, so we just chatted for a bit. Later on that night, it was last call and the group I was with filtered out into the lobby. Indie came back up to me and said that he and his friends were leaving. "Give me a call again. I've just been so busy." he said. For a second, someone had interrupted us and he was going to leave, but I held on to his hands while I answered the other person's question. Well, after that we all had to go. It was about three in the morning at that point. We said goodbye again and I promised to call him after I got home on Monday.
I forgot to call him on Monday. So Tuesday rolls around and I gave him a call after work. We talked and talked and talked some more. There are a lot of things we had in common. Acting, painting, advertising art, singing, dancing, a bit of modeling (him more so then I). At that point we decided that we should hang out sometime. My friend Donna had his birthday that weekend and I thought that if it was ok, Indie could join us. I told him I had to check if I could bring him along, since it was a surprise party for Donny, and that if I could, would he be interested in taking the trip to NY. He said yes, "anything to hang out with you." Cute......very cute. he can talk the talk, but can he walk the walk. Anyway, the only problem was where was he going to stay? at first it was at a hotel by JFK. But he said I would have to stay the night. He would get a room with two beds and all. To say the least I was not going to have it. So I suggested my house. Mom started complaining how messy the house was. Ok, so now what? I was just about to call him and tell him to forget it, when I asked Terry if it was ok if we crashed at her place since she was coming with us. She said it was kool as long as we didn't make any noise. I said it was nothing like that. To reiterate.....I don't want any more drama in this soap opera.
I had work that Saturday but got off of work at four. He was met me at my house and then we headed over to Terry's. We had so much fun on the drive there! The laughing would not stop. Even at the party, making fun of or threating eachother. (BTW, don't let Terry take off her earrings, if she starts to you better run 'cause your ass is in deep shit!) By twelve midnight the three of us wanted to call it a night. Besides, it was way too crowded. We headed back to Terry's still laughing our asses off. I got a parking ticket. Laughed at that too. When we got to her place, I was out like a light.
Now this is where god says, "So my little Heather doesn't want anymore drama, hmm? Well Heather, you don't always get what you wish for!" (Yes, the midgets in my head told me god said that. They have horns and little arrow tipped tails.) ANYWAY, nothing bad happened. He was a complete gentleman. He put me to bed, massaged my feet, then kissed me on the forehead goodnight. He layed beside me and held me close. I thought I was going to die. I turned slightly and looked at him and said thank you,...he kissed me and said goodnight. I say again.....I thought I was going to die! The next morning we woke up and Terry had to leave. we got ready and left soon after. We had breakfast and went back to my house where I showed him some of my art work and old photos with my mom. Since then we have been talking with eachother for LONG periods of time. But we both agree with things going on in this soap opera that now is not the time. He wants to get things done and so do I. But the point of all this.......well, I don't really know as of yet. All I know is that I still have scars that are taking their sweet ass time to heal and Indie would be nice to have in my life, but not right now and I'm not totally sure how I feel. I know that there are some feeling brewing, but I must keep them at bay for now and see if when I do want him seriously, if these feeling are the same. Just friends for now. But why in god's name do they always have to be so far, far away.