Home Pictures About 100 Who is ...? Links Wedding Archive Contact Me		Who Is Dan? Dan and I are sitting together at the party of a friend of his. A young man I've never met walks through the door, gives a general "hi everyone" wave, and enters the kitchen behind us. "That's him, right?" I ask. D nods, sipping his drink. "Please," I add, "who wondered? It wasn't you, that's for sure." Dan's drink gets sprayed every which way. ------------- I've tried to explain the relationship my best friend Dan and I have. "Best friend" doesn't seem quite right, "Man of Honor (as opposed to maid) at my wedding" is woefully insufficient, as is "the Will to my Grace". We speak to each other in a language that appears to be English but that no native English speaker can follow fully, what with the multiple layers of meaning that have developed from 6 years' worth of what amounts to a talking orgy. The pseudo-language developed partly from necessity (talking about cute guys in front of people he didn't want to come out to at the time), and partly because we have a sometimes creepy level of mutual psychicness, which makes the need for specifying person, place, thing, or emotion moot. The instant I saw him at freshman orientation, I thought "I've known you before," and that impression has never left. He stayed in Ithaca for two years after we graduated, and talked rarely. I did a happy dance when he recently joined me in the general Midwest area (just close enough for an occasional weekend jaunt). Oh, and by the way, if you're a gay male between the ages of 20 and, oh, let's say 28, and enjoy a snarky sense of humor, and think he's cute, email me, I may be able to set something up. He's SO going to kill me for that.