Hi.
Long time reader, lurker, first time poster. Now that thats out of the way.
Basically, mine is a story of 'What if?', that I'm not allowing to go as a What If any longer. Some years ago, I had a series of dreams. In these dreams, I met a girl. Beautiful and sweet, caring and wonderful. Several weeks later, at my place of employment(bookstore, Borders 216 Livingston, baybee) the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, as I saw this very girl walk past. Nearly pissed myself. Anyway, in short order I said hello, helped her find the books she needed, and therewith started a friendship. Inside a week she was working at the store. Heaven. We grew to be great friends, with one of us invariably spending the night at the others house. Nothing sex like, just good friends. We were always together, her, I, and her sister, also a catch. Man, did the 3 of us smoke a lot of pot. Anyway. It was decided we should all live together, in an apartment, as I still lived with my parents and they with their mother(who was a real trip). It was during the following apartment hunt that I commited what has since been the biggest mistake of my life. I bailed on them, no explanation. Why, you may ask? Fear. I was in total and complete love with her from the moment I saw her, every day it just compounded. I flirted with telling her, always deciding against it. In the meanwhile, time passed. She moved on to another job, I became the miserable shell of the man I am now. She moved to San Francisco(up until now the story has taken place in Northern New Jersey(west orange, livingston, etc)), then came back for a visit when my friend and I ran into her and her sister a 3am in a random diner that none of us every went to. If that wasn't a kick in the ass by fate to say something, I don't know what would be. But I pussied out. Incidentally, just for details, when we first met I was 18, she 26. I'm 22 now. Anyway, we sort of all ate together, briefly catching up, I found she'd moved to L.A. This was some time ago. Now, I've decided that if I'm ever to have anything resembling a tolerable life, I must tell her, consequences be damned. The sun shines, yet I don't see it, my food gourmet, yet I don't notice. I must find my Dru, my holy grail. What I'm asking for, is help. If anyone knows a way I might go about searching, past the basics of phone books and the like? I can't afford a private detective, sure, over time I could, but the recent events at the WTC have shown me I may not have time, and that every day wasted is a day I might yet see her face. Are there any public databases I should know about, internet, library, anything short of going door to door through the entire of Southern California? Does anyone here live in those areas? Her name is Dru Ryan, though she may have changed her surname to Taylor. She's 2 dogs, vegetarian, and loves the weed. Buffy-fan. Long shot, I realize, but at this point I'd forfeit near anything to look into her eyes and tell her that there's someone on this earth that would give his very life for her. Please, help me if you can.
I'm sorry that this has turned out to be a lengthy message, but I get carried away.
Merry Christmas, God Bless.
Long time reader, lurker, first time poster. Now that thats out of the way.
Basically, mine is a story of 'What if?', that I'm not allowing to go as a What If any longer. Some years ago, I had a series of dreams. In these dreams, I met a girl. Beautiful and sweet, caring and wonderful. Several weeks later, at my place of employment(bookstore, Borders 216 Livingston, baybee) the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, as I saw this very girl walk past. Nearly pissed myself. Anyway, in short order I said hello, helped her find the books she needed, and therewith started a friendship. Inside a week she was working at the store. Heaven. We grew to be great friends, with one of us invariably spending the night at the others house. Nothing sex like, just good friends. We were always together, her, I, and her sister, also a catch. Man, did the 3 of us smoke a lot of pot. Anyway. It was decided we should all live together, in an apartment, as I still lived with my parents and they with their mother(who was a real trip). It was during the following apartment hunt that I commited what has since been the biggest mistake of my life. I bailed on them, no explanation. Why, you may ask? Fear. I was in total and complete love with her from the moment I saw her, every day it just compounded. I flirted with telling her, always deciding against it. In the meanwhile, time passed. She moved on to another job, I became the miserable shell of the man I am now. She moved to San Francisco(up until now the story has taken place in Northern New Jersey(west orange, livingston, etc)), then came back for a visit when my friend and I ran into her and her sister a 3am in a random diner that none of us every went to. If that wasn't a kick in the ass by fate to say something, I don't know what would be. But I pussied out. Incidentally, just for details, when we first met I was 18, she 26. I'm 22 now. Anyway, we sort of all ate together, briefly catching up, I found she'd moved to L.A. This was some time ago. Now, I've decided that if I'm ever to have anything resembling a tolerable life, I must tell her, consequences be damned. The sun shines, yet I don't see it, my food gourmet, yet I don't notice. I must find my Dru, my holy grail. What I'm asking for, is help. If anyone knows a way I might go about searching, past the basics of phone books and the like? I can't afford a private detective, sure, over time I could, but the recent events at the WTC have shown me I may not have time, and that every day wasted is a day I might yet see her face. Are there any public databases I should know about, internet, library, anything short of going door to door through the entire of Southern California? Does anyone here live in those areas? Her name is Dru Ryan, though she may have changed her surname to Taylor. She's 2 dogs, vegetarian, and loves the weed. Buffy-fan. Long shot, I realize, but at this point I'd forfeit near anything to look into her eyes and tell her that there's someone on this earth that would give his very life for her. Please, help me if you can.
I'm sorry that this has turned out to be a lengthy message, but I get carried away.
Merry Christmas, God Bless.
