Pieces of Me (part 2 of 4) My Ex-boyfriends Going from most recent to earliest, these are the men with whom I've shared my love life, with varying degrees of success. Diego was my most recent boyfriend. Though we parted in the worst of ways, I still think he's one of the handsomest men I've ever met. He's Colombian (don't let the blond hair fool you...he dyed it to play Hamlet), muscular, has great teeth and is quite charming. You'd think he was the perfect man for me. Hell, I thought he was the perfect man for me. But it was not to be. I don't have a picture of Mike, who I called "Blue" in the journals of old. We never seemed to have a camera ready when he was around. He looked like a Backstreet Boy. The blond one. Too young for me, by far. Remember "West" from the old journal days? The guy I was desperately in love with, but who wasn't interested in me (that way)? His real name is Duane. We dated for over a year, even though he'd never admit we were dating. Duane had an issue that kept us from being together; an issue that I can't mention here. Last we talked, he was working on it, but I don't know if such things can change. When someone asks what my "type" is, this is it. Rugged, long hair (though not all wet like this), tall. Duane was the absolute best boyfriend (minus the sex) that I ever had. This is the only picture I have of Tim and me. We're sharing a horsey-kiss during the production of "Man of La Mancha". It was my only professional theater experience as an actor to-date. At four years, Tim is the longest relationship I ever had. When we broke up, he met a forest ranger on-line, and they ran away together to Oregon. I don't know if Tim is "the one that got away" or not, to this day. Peter was my serial-arsonist boyfriend. This picture is awful (in the exposure and lighting sense), but I think it's the best picture of me and a boyfriend I have. I don't generally photograph well, and you can see the love there. Too bad he burned down houses for the insurance money, though I didn't find that out until after the relationship was over. Tom was the first "real" boyfriend I ever had after high school. (I have no pictures of Kevin, my longtime highschool sweetheart.) He's also the younger brother of my optometrist. Picture Tom with dark hair, a little more muscular and in his mid-30s. Al (the optometrist) still brings up all the feelings I had for Tom, which isn't such a comfortable feeling when I'm going through an eye exam. Note the turquoise-on-turquoise ensemble I'm wearing. Yeah, it was the 80s, but still... And I look about 12 years old here. (I think I had just turned 18.) Next Page