When You Have a Friend

"I'll never meet a guy who’s perfect for me,” I thought as I sat down in front of the television. A tear rolled gently down my cheek, and I grabbed the remote control to change the channel. Everywhere I looked there were images of happy couples together. Everyone was happy--everyone except me.

I went to bed that night, confused. Finding the right person seemed to be a long, endless search to which there was no end. I tried convincing myself that I was too strong to fall in love, that my work was enough for me to manage. So I buried myself with assignments, but nothing came close to the feeling of being with someone.

One day, I was checking my e-mail, as I often do, and discovered a suspicious e-mail. In the subject line, it read “Hi, my name is Nathan.” And for someone who had just paid forty dollars to have two viruses removed from her computer, I was rather nervous about opening the e-mail, fearing it would once again infect my system. I steadied my eyes upon the bold, black print, and decided to open the e-mail from this unknown person.

He described some of his interests and wanted to meet me, but I had reservations about meeting someone over the internet. I sat down with my finger pressed against my chin.

Nevertheless, I decided to get to know him. Nathan and I spoke on the phone several times. My curiosity grew as we talked. Nathan's disability was similar to my own.

“What kind of music do you like?” he asked casually one day, as we were talking.

“You’re going to laugh,” I laughed. “I like the sappy romantic songs. I guess you could say I’m a hopeless romantic at heart.” I gasped, as I waited for his response.

“I do too. I’m a hopeless romantic, too,” he said. He also enjoyed writing, music, and dancing--three of my passions. A smile curved my lips, as we spoke. I couldn’t believe I was talking to someone who was so much like me. Two weeks later, we decided to meet. Nathan lived about an hour and a half away from me, and I knew seeing him would require a lot of traveling.

When we first met, we greeted each other with a smile. My parents exchanged greetings with his parents. We saw a movie, but the whole time, my mind wandered. Why was he staring at me? Why couldn’t I manage to stay focused on the movie? I began to wrap my hair around my finger, a trait I’d had ever since I was a little girl.

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