Jennifer Pt. 2 - Phone Bills & Teddy Bears

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

So the Jennifer thing progressed. It moved quickly from e-mails and chatrooms to phonecalls. Eventually, my phonebill reached the Bradford-imposed maximum and for most of my sophomore year I ended up without the ability to call anywhere long-distance. But for a time it didn’t matter to me. I was throwing caution to the wind because this Jennifer girl seemed to be the real thing.

Everyone that talked to her, for quite a few of my friends talked to her in chatrooms and on the phone when I was talking to her, thought the same thing I did. They thought this girl was into me and that my growing idea of going down to North Carolina was not entirely stupid.

The real thing that sealed the deal was the late Birthday present she’d given me. Among other things sent in a big cardboard box in the middle of October was a sizeable white teddy bear. I was convinced this girl had a thing for me. Sure, she joked that I would be sleeping on the floor when I came to visit her. But those were jokes. I knew what was really behind her sarcasm. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

There were pictures with the bear, and though she wasn’t as attractive as some of the girls I’d been crushing on at Bradford, she was good enough to look at. I couldn’t complain. Slowly but surely, I began to hatch my plan for getting down there to meet her. It was finally time for me to become a man and this girl was going to help me.