A 19 Year Old Mystery Solved

Last night I get a message from this guy David who lived next door to me for a semester in college.

I'm gonna make a long story short.

David had a roommate named Gary whom I had a giant crush on. Gary and I spent a lot of time together talking and hanging out. He would sing songs and tell me stories about his family. The holidays. His mom. His dad. Soup his mom made. Sports. Gary loved sports. I loved Gary.

Then Gary died. David found him. Suicide? The rumor was that it was auto erotic asphyxiation but his family was orthodox and the police didn't want to tell a grieving orthodox Jewish mother that her son died jerking off so they went with suicide (go figure) but truly no one will ever know - but if you knew Gary - you knew he didn't kill himself. Here's another interesting fact... while talking to David this morning he told me that when going through Gary's stuff after the death he found a pair of women's panties in with Gary's belongings and thought that maybe Gary might have been getting some action... Now Gary and I spoke of everything and we both swore we were virgins at the time... I believe him... I know I was... but I'm wondering if Gary didn't have a side that he was just unable to share with his other orthodox friends. A side that involved ropes around necks and women's panties? He was found naked with the belt to his bathrobe around his neck. Also, odd that we would be so drawn to each other. Maybe we saw something in each other way back then that we didn't really know about or understand at the time.

So I get this call from David last night. It had been about 17 years since I spoke to him. I saw him on a daytime talk show once in the early 90's. He had crashed celebrity wedding and milked it for all it was worth. Talk shows, Howard Stern... he cashed in on his 15 minutes and that was the last time we spoke. David tells me that he found a post on line about someone who found a letter in a bottle on a beach 18 years ago (19 years ago at this point I guess) and those pictures above you are of the letter that I put in the bottle. This person framed them (acid free mats I'm assuming) and put them on his/her wall. So I googled it and found these pictures on a Dave Matthews Band web-site.

How crazy is that? I wrote that letter when I was 18 or 19 years old. It's all about Gary and what happened and memories of him if I remember correctly. Then I put it in a bottle and threw it off the rocks near a small sea side town.

A 19 year old mystery solved on this day, March 13th 2007.

A New Day

I feel a lot better today. Sometimes little things will trigger bigger things inside me. A small incident can set off an avalanche of negative thinking and then I get all depressed about something that really isn't all that bad. I have an amazingly good life though. I don't know why I started this blog. I use to have a pretty popular blog and I wrote all about my life but I stopped because I was sick of people I didn't know stopping me at parties and on the street to comment on what was going on with me. I like blogging when nobody knows who I am so I started this and didn't tell anyone I know about it. Also most people don't know that my new boyfriend has turned me on to this whole BDSM/Female domination thing. For his privacy it's better for me to just keep this anonymous. For myself though I think I'll be writing about lots of things. The BDSM is fine and certainly has become part of my life but it's not all there is.

I'm a womanly woman. My boy/pet/slave says I make him feel like a baby because I'm so womanly. I feel like a girl inside but I'm curvy and have big breasts and long black hair and there's really nothing girly about me other than the fact that I'm a girl.

I am an executive at a large company. I love my job and I pay all my bills and I have no debt and I love it.

I have a dog who is very old - 15 years - and he's slowing down and it makes me sad sometimes but he's mostly happy.

I have cats - one of them loves when I take a riding crop and smack him on the ass. I swear to God, he rolls over and sticks his ass in the air and loves when I just stand there smacking his ass over and over and over with the riding crop. It's pretty funny.

I have an extremely handsome pet/boy/slave/bitch who takes good care of me and loves me very much.

I like seeing bad movies - I can't wait to see The 300 on Friday.

I'm addicted to watching Rome.

I'm the oldest kid in my family.

I love sweets. If I could just eat sweets and nothing else I'd be fat and happy. Well, I also love fried things and salty things... pretty much anything that is bad for you so I have to watch it.

I am wise and a lot of my friends come to me for advice and help with problems.

I'm street smart but not very book smart.

I learned to snowboard and surf last year.

I like going camping - drive-in movies. I love being outdoors.

Okay, that's all for now. I better get back to work. Busy day for us here.

Sad Little Mistresss

I'm tired and depressed today. A depressed little mistress wearing her new denim Levi skirt and a Metallica T-shirt sitting at her desk feeling tired and depressed.