When I was a Junior in high school, I went to a summer arts institute. It changed my life, and I think everyone els’s who attended it. While there, I met Casey, who began a student run improv comedy group. It was the first time I was introduced to improv, and I loved it. Meanwhile, Casey was easily the most amazing person I have ever met. As a performer, he was dynamic, energy seemed to roll off of him. He was frenetic in the best way. Off stage, he was calm, quiet, and grounded. And kind. I had a crush, but I was 16, had a horrible haircut and braces. On the last day of the institute, we were all in tears saying goodbye, hugging eachother. I turned around, and Casey was standing there. On an impulse, I gave him a hug, which he returned. I told him I was sorry I wasn’t able to get to know him better, and he said he was too. We said we’d write. I wrote him about 3 months later, asking him for suggestions on starting an improv group. He wrote me a letter, detailing different improv games. And at the top, on the part I failed to read, was a note saying “This is just a list, call me and I’ll explain everything in more detail” with his number. I didn’t realise this for about 4 months after I got the letter, at which time I did call him, we talked about an hour.
A year later I ran into him at a concert. We talked for a long time, he was working as a nanny that summer. I almost melted. He was also leaving for GREAT arts school in the midwest. I emailed him once at school, getting his email address through the school website. He wrote back a warm email, he had changed his major to poli/sci. I am a terribly political person, and that was just icing on the cake.
This was four years ago, five since I first met him. And yet I’ve never been able to get over this guy. As unrealistic as it seems, when I think about the perfect guy, I think of him. He’s a senior this year, and I am considering emailing him again, once again though his school’s website, as I won’t be able to get a hold of him easily after this year. I just can’t shake the feeling that “What if?” feeling.
On the other hand, I knew him as a casual friend at best. While my current improv group is a fairly good excuse for contacting him (“Just wanted to let you know what you started! Catch us next time you’re in town”), I don’t know if this is romantic or Fatal Attractionish. So should I email this guy, Dopers, or get over it?
