Many times throughout your somewhat-pathethic reading journey, you stumble across articles and snippets that relate to you so closely you think the author might’ve been stalking on you all this while. Well this one is so closely related, if not frighteningly identical to what my life was about for the last 2 years.
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COLLIN SULLIVAN: Miles mean little when trust is involved
September 09, 2004
A young man sat alone in his bedroom, various books and sheets of paper strewn about his desk. He leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the desktop and chin in his hands, the monitor’s glow illuminating his unshaven face. Monday’s blinking cursor taunted him with endless possibilities but no good ideas. A buzz on his hip broke his trance.
He unclipped his phone from its holster and flipped it open. “Moe’s Pizza Shack,” he answered in his best mumbling-cartoonish voice.
“It is not!” she giggled, smiling through the line. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing. You saved me. I gotta write this column for tomorrow and I’ve been staring at a blank screen for 20 minutes now.” He leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the desk.
“Oh,” she replied, apparently chewing on something. “Got any ideas?”
“A million. None of ‘em are any good, though. I might just do this in the morning.”
“Why don’t you write about… your face?!”
“I could,” he grinned, “but I don’t know how many people would want to read a column about my face.”
“I would. I miss your face. I want it to come home.” Her tone had turned from comical to somber, almost sad.
“Well, it’ll be on a plane soon enough. What is it, five days now? That’s nothing.”
She sighed. “I know…”
* * *
“It’s been just about five years now,” he said, “and counting.” The baseball whizzed toward him and smacked his glove. He pulled it out of the pocket and sent it flying back.
“Five years? Damn, man!” his friend shouted. He held the ball in his glove, eyes wide.
“Jeez, dude, I’ve never been with a girl longer than two weeks.”
He laughed. He never knew what to say to things like that, but finally decided on, “Yeah, it’s quite a while.”
“A while? That’s a quarter of your life, bro. She’s really somethin’, huh? She must be. Putting up with the likes of you for five years? Girl deserves a medal. And from 1,500 miles away? How do you guys do it?”
He pointed to his hip. “Free nights and weekends, man. We probably talk to each other about an hour a night.”
“And that’s enough? Don’t you get bored?”
“Nah, never. She’s not boring. Every night the conversation’s different. It’s something I look forward to.”
“Well, jeez man, if it’s that easy…”
“Oh, it’s far from easy. But it’s worth it. She’s worth it. Those talks keep me constantly anticipating my next trip home.”
“And when’s that?” the friend replied.
“Four days, man. Just four days.”
* * *
He walked with a girl he’d met in class weeks before. They were posting flyers around campus for an upcoming concert.
“So what’d you do this weekend?” she asked, stapling the paper to a telephone pole.
“Oh, not much. I caught a movie with Sarah on Friday, went to the game Saturday… I dunno. A pretty mellow weekend, I guess.” He tacked one onto the other side of the pole.
“With Sarah, huh? How long have you two been together now?”
“Who? Sarah and I? Oh, no, we’re not seeing each other. My girlfriend’s back home.”
“Oh,” she said, pausing in her work. “She lets you go to the movies with other girls?”
He thought about this a moment. “She doesn’t really ‘let’ me do anything, per se. I don’t have to ask permission or anything. She doesn’t get mad when I go out with friends, if that’s what you mean.”
“Well, if my guy were going out to a movie or having dinner with another girl, I’d just be a little suspicious, that’s all.” They were posting the last couple flyers to a bulletin board by the Nebraska Union and turning to head home.
“I dunno…I don’t think there really needs to be that kind of suspicion. I mean if there’s good reason, sure. But halfway across the country, trust plays a big role. I guess I’m just lucky that she trusts me. If she didn’t, this wouldn’t work at all.”
“Yeah, but still…” she said, shaking her head. “Must be tough.”
* * *
He sat in the airport terminal, tired from his first flight and waiting for his next. O’Hare was a big airport, but it wasn’t intimidating anymore. This being his fifth or sixth time through, he knew it pretty well. He even had a favorite place to eat there. But now he just sat at the gate, reading the day’s newspaper and chewing an apple. A buzz from his hip.
“Hello?”
“Is this Moe’s Pizza Shack?” Her voice was small, but ripe with excitement.
“No, I’m sorry they closed. This is…uh…Joe’s… Seafood World. Would you like to try the combo?”
“Only three hours till you land, right?”
“And 11 minutes, I believe.”
They said their goodbyes and see-you-soons and hung up. The airline called for boarding and he filed into line. Ready to head home, he anticipated the weekend, ready as ever to start the next five years of his life.
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I picked this up in Daily Nebraskan while waiting for my class to start. Its good to know….that you’re not alone.