Friendster

I was looking at Friendster tonight. There is this one person who I check up on from time to time just to see if there is anything new. Sort of like e-stalking, but of course the person in question is none the wiser and doesn't know who I am in any case. The reason I'm so interested in this particular profile, rather than the thousands of others, is that he is, of course, good looking, but also that he grew up near me. He doesn't look exceptionally fruity, and comes across as someone who would "fit in" in spite of being gay. He also happens to be a model, and has traveled from L.A. to NYC to Tokyo. He was on the cover of Cosmo. In all of his pictures he looks happy. All of the testimonials are poignant memories of good times. Reading and seeing all of this leaves a stabbing hollow melancholy in my middle followed by the hysterical urge to open the hollow with a knife. Of course, I click away and the feeling passes, but leaves me wondering....what would it have been like to know someone like that? To be able to get close to that sort of charmed existance. I'll never know, that's for sure.