Wow, interesting stuff, Auron. I can totally relate to it, too. Back in the mid-late '90s, I worked at a major toy store (I'm figuring you can probably guess which one), and the guy who worked as my supervisor was, without a doubt, my first major crush and probably the first person I've been in love with. When I first started working there I was a relatively shy 20-year old and hadn't had many life experiences. About three months after I began working there, W came to work at the store, and from the moment I laid eyes on him it was (for me) love at first sight. He had gorgeous blue eyes, red hair that was just about chin length and a wonderful smile. We instantly began to talk, and I found out we had a lot in common as far as extracurricular activites were concerned. As the weeks and months passed by, I found myself being totally infatuated with this guy. It got so bad that I would literally well up with tears when thinking about him. If ever he came into the store and didn't say "Hi" to me in a chipper way, or in a way that I thought he should, it would upset me. W became friends with one of the managers of the store, often going out to happy hour, etc., with him, and I would often find myself being envious of their friendship. I'll never forget this one time when we had a blizzard, and the store was nearly empty, and he came up to me and told me I could bail out early. When telling me this, he grabbed his crotch and shifted it, and I immediately became flushed. W was always doing or saying something totally "dirty", be it telling a colorful joke, talking about jacking off or cursing like a sailor, and it turned me on. Once, when we were in the back of the store and customers were waiting out front for me to come out and help, I expressed to him how I really didn't feel like it. There was a big tinted window where I was standing--where we could see out to customers but they couldn't see us--and W said, "Just whip your dick out at 'em." If I can remember correctly, I think I got hard when he said it! I can remember the two of us being in the lunch room and him offering me a slice of his pizza, and when he finished eating and left, I moved to the seat he was sitting in just so that I could still feel the warmth of him there. And there was the time the two of us were back by the videogames and he was telling me about how shitty his day had been, and when my name was called over the loud speaker I had to leave him (which ticked me off), and, before I left, he said "Do you really have to go?"
As the years passed (I worked there for roughly three years), W's hair grew so long that he'd keep it pulled back in a ponytail, and once when he was in the storage room in back he let it down and began running his fingers through it, and I almost passed out right there. I so desperately wanted to tell him that I was in love/lust with him, but didn't have the cojones. Not even when he invited me to his place to show me his darkroom (he was into photography). Years later I kicked myself for not taking him up on that one. Anyway, in mid 1999 I decided it was time for me to leave that job, and one day when I came in I was shocked to find out that W had cut all of his hair off, much shorter than it was when he first started working there. When I asked why he did it, his response nearly floored me. "I did it for the wedding," he said. I couldn't believe it. I knew he had a kid, but I had no idea that he was still with the kid's mom and that they were getting married. Of course, I told him how happy I was for him, and even went so far as to run a hand through his newly-shorn locks (which he didn't seem to mind, by the way). I was suddenly glad that I was leaving because knowing that the love of my life was about to get married was crushing to say the least. But, before I left for good, I had to take a few small mementos. As a supervisor, W was always writing things down in notebooks for us who worked under him to do, and one day I found them and tore all of the pages out that he'd written for me so that I'd remember his handwriting. Also, there were photos of several of us employees on a bulletin board in the breakroom, and I managed to swipe the one of W, and to this day I still have it. As it turned out, W was leaving that store as well, and going to work at another type of retailer, and not long after the day that I rubbed my fingers through his hair, I didn't see him again for an entire decade.
Wonder of wonders, because of a certain social networking site that I'm sure we're all aware of (and have a page on), I reconnected with W after years of thinking about him nearly every day and wondering where he was. We got together to do something of mutual interest that a lot of people were involved in, and I found myself reverting back to that shy kid when I first saw him again. He's a little heavier now, and has kept his hair short, but he still didn't fail to make me weak in the knees. His wife's pretty cool too, and now we communicate all the time through that social networking site. He's still into photography, too. I still occasionally find myself drifting back to thoughts of those times at the store with him though, and I can't help but wonder if I'd just spoken up about my feelings maybe things could have been different.