Blue Ridge Intimacy Retreat
Chapter 1 -- Reconnecting with an old friend
I stopped in Asheville on my way home from seeing my son at UT. I didn't have anything I needed to get back to, so I decided to have a late lunch and a couple of craft beers at a local brewery. I've done nothing but bury myself in work since the divorce two years ago and needed a change of scenery. Spending time with him, watching a game and meeting his friends was a nice break.
As I sipped on the joint's signature 'Sasquatch Stout', someone touched my shoulder from behind.
"John? Oh my god, it is you! I haven't seen you in years! How have you been?" I looked up and saw a gorgeous woman standing over me. It took only a second and I immediately recognized her face. She looked the same. Older, yes. But just as stunning as the last time I saw her so many years ago.
And in that moment, time seemed to stand still. Seeing her made me feel like I was a teenager again. I was momentarily speechless, taken back in time and suddenly nervous. She left so abruptly when her father was transferred across the country and I never got a chance to tell her how I felt. So many times, over the years I'd thought about her. So many times I'd wondered how her life turned out. Was she married? Did she have kids?
My momentary silence turned into an awkward few seconds when finally, "It's me, Carla. Carla Robinson!"
Are you kidding me Carla?
I know who you are!
We grew up together.
You lived next door from me from elementary school until you moved the middle of our sophomore year.
I've had the biggest crush on you since forever!
Come on John, snap out of it and say something!
"C-Carla! W-WOW! You look great! I'm so glad to see you!" I immediately stood and gave her a hug. Almost thirty years since we'd talked. Thirty years since she moved away. Thirty years of regrets for not telling her my feelings. That was a time before social media and cell phones. Her sudden move to the west coast was the end of our communication, but more importantly, our friendship. Thirty years of not knowing what happened to her. Now here she is.
"Look at you! How have you been?" We stood in silence for a moment and I could tell she was now searching for words herself. I looked into her eyes and so many memories came flooding back.
Carla was with someone and I noticed her friend had an inquisitive look on her face and broke the silence. "Hi, I'm Pattie, Carla's business partner." She shook my hand and looked back at Carla, touching her on the shoulder.
"I'm going to go ahead and run to those shops and leave you two alone. Looks like you two need some time to catch up. I'll text you later when I'm done. It was nice meeting you John." She and Carla exchanged a look, something only close girlfriends would understand. Pattie looked back at me with a smile and walked out.
"I-I don't know what to say. I can't believe it's you. I've thought about you so many times and wondered what happened to you. I've even tried to look you up many times, but do you know how many Carla Robinson's there are?" She laughed and sat at the table.
For the next hour, we talked about their move to California because of her dad's job. He had sat me down before they left to tell me about his sudden transfer out west, as he played a father-figure role in my life. My dad ran off when I was young and despite having two daughters, he took me under his wing in a father-figure role. They lived next door and my mom was always grateful to Mr. Robinson for filling that void in my life when I was younger. While my mom had always suspected, Carla confirmed he was CIA but still wouldn't elaborate on what he did, other than they had to leave immediately.
She told me about her time at UC Berkeley studying psychology. Her failed marriage and decision to move back east ten years ago when her best friend and business partner, Pattie, had to move to take care of her sick mother. They started their own new practice in Asheville focusing on interpersonal relationships and sex therapy. When I pressed her on the sex therapy part, she pivoted and inquired about my life.
I gave her the quick version. I met Katherine at UNC and got married after we both graduated in accounting. Our daughter just got married a few months ago and our son is a junior at UT. After he went off to college, we grew apart and walked away from our 25-year marriage. We grew apart long before then, but finally parted ways.
"I see that a lot, John. It happens. There's a lot of work in keeping that spark alive in relationships and it's just that, a lot of work. How about since the divorce? Have you been seeing anyone?"
"I've dated a few women, but nothing serious. How about you?"
She laughed. "No. I'm married to my practice. Pattie and I have worked so hard to build what we have, that relationships just don't fit into the mix."
"That doesn't make any sense. If you are a relationship therapist, how come a relationship doesn't fit into the mix?" The server walked over and asked if we needed another round.
"No thank you, I need to leave." Carla looked at her phone and had two texts from Pattie. She texted back and looked back at me with a smile, completely dodging my question.
"John, it's been so nice seeing you. I can't tell you how happy I am that you are still, well, you. I didn't realize how much I missed you until just now." She stood as Pattie walked back into the restaurant holding several bags from the local merchants.
She gave me a long hug and then a kiss on the cheek as she pulled away. Just as she turned to leave, I grabbed her hand and turned her back around. She looked down at my hand in surprise and then her eyes lit up and locked on mine.
"I never had the nerve to tell you this before you moved away. I've had feelings for you for the longest time. You have no idea how many times I've thought about you and beat myself up for not telling you how much you meant to me back then. I never acted on it because we were such close friends and grew up together. Playing together, growing up next to each other, being in the same classes and your dad doing all he did for me. I remember all those times your dad would take me up to your lake house for the weekend while my mom was working a second job to make ends meet. I was always afraid to tell you how I felt because I didn't want to lose you as a friend. But I lost you anyway.
And here you are. Well, seeing you I-I-I haven't felt like this in I don't know when and I can't let you walk out that door without you knowing that. I don't know what you mean about a relationship not fitting into the mix. I don't know what I'm trying to say other than I want to see you again and I think you want to see me." I started to babble on but was at a loss for words. Our eyes never broke contact.
I could see Pattie standing behind her out of the corner of my eye and know she heard my rambling. Carla took a deep breath. There was something she wasn't telling me.
"John, I-I don't know what to say." I knew she didn't want to just blow me off but there was something underneath that was holding her back.
"Carla, I'm only asking for more time. Time to catch up and learn more about what you've done all these years. I've felt like I've been stuck in a haze for so long and suddenly, well suddenly it's like a breath of fresh air talking with you. I can't explain it. I've thought so many 'what ifs' over the years about you and now is an opportunity to see if I was right. Just let me know when you are free, and I'll come up here whenever. Lunch, dinner or even just a walk in the park. You name it. It's only a 2 hour drive up from Charlotte. I just want to spend more time with you Carla."
She was now silent, searching for words herself. After a few moments, she looked at Pattie and they exchanged a look the meaning of which would only be understood by them.
