The incredible Mr. Big

I just talked to him after months without contact; my incredible Mr. Big. Fine, I copied the name from Sex And The City, but regardless, this guy is incredibly important to me. In SATC the character played by Chris Noth is an attractive bachelor about ten years older than the protagonist who is somewhere between a friend and a platonic love. Of course, since no TV show can have an unhappy ending they eventually end up together and get married in the movie.

In my case I highly doubt that I'll end up marrying my Mr. Big, I think we'd drive each other nuts. No, what I mean by that name is that person who, even though in my case he is between a friend and a platonic love, is usually a friend whose acquaintance we made in a bizarre way, who is always in and out of our life and who always pops up at the right time. It's that someone who you know you must have been married to in another life and yet you laugh at the thought of being with them. You can have the worst day of your life and, right at that moment when you think you're going to lose it you get a call, sms or email simply saying "hey kid" which puts a smile on your face that makes it all ok. 

I met my Mr. Big on an online forum....a soccer forum (not that I was into soccer, just soccer players and they had pretty good pics there) four years ago. One night one of us (can't remember who) decided to post a topic called "What are you listening to". It was a tedious summer afternoon and it's just the type of thing you do to keep you busy, you post the song you're listening to. As soon as the topic was posted, we met. We met simply because we were both stubbornly determined to post more songs per minute. In less than fifteen minutes we had collapsed the servers and almost been banned from the forum, and were chatting away on messenger. We spent almost every night that week chatting until at least five in the morning, about everything. 

I guess distance and age really played a significant part in the relationship, if you want to call it that. He was five years older than me and about three-hundred kilometers away, a perfect confident and an ideal platonic target. There I was, a fourteen year-old brat pouring my heart out to a nineteen year-old college student, teasing him all the way and, to my surprise, getting pretty good feedback. 

It was just the type of relationship you want, and yet we both were confident and at ease with the idea that nothing would ever happen between us. If you mixed his arrogance and my annoying nagging you got endless hours of sarcasm, witty comebacks and some of the best laughs of my life. You could say that things even spiced up at a point (obviously several years after we first met) and that only made the friendship more interesting since it brought a whole new level of connotations with which to fool around. You could also say we both corrupted each other (if we were ever innocent) and loved every minute of it. 

So when he popped up today I stopped worrying. I still can't sleep, I have a lot to do, and yet with that "hey kid" that smile came about and if I had to post a reply to "What are you listening to" it would have to be Michael Buble - I'm Feeling Good. 

Cheers.