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A few weeks have passed, a new school year has started.  One day, as I  logged into my computer account at school I noticed a “You got mail” message at the bottom of my screen. You have to remember, this was 1990, when email was just in its infancy, so getting an email was kind of a mini surprise.  I started the mail program and discovered a short note from the guy, telling me that he has arrived at his destination, and asking how I was doing.  I answered him, and we started this flirty, fun, witty, correspondence, emailing each other almost daily.  Soon we started writing each other real letters too.  I used to rush home every day to check my mailbox (the real one!), reading and re-reading his letters countless times.  I could tell from his letters that he was lonely and pretty miserable, which of course made me very happy happy.  In his letters he mentioned all the people he met including three girls, but I got the impression they all were “just friends“.  

One day, I was having lunch with his best friend (who was in school with me),  when the guy suddenly dropped a bomb. “I heard our mutual friend in the US has a girlfriend, and it’s getting serious“.  He was smiling, trying to judge my reaction, probably knowing he was sticking a knife through my heart and enjoying it. The bastard! I almost choked on my food. I couldn’t swallow another bite.  How was it possible?  He missed me! I knew he was seeing other girls, but a girlfriend?  No, this must be a mistake!  This “friend” was probably just teasing me.  Or was he?

All day long I could think of nothing else.  I just HAD to know what was really going on. But How??? For the next few days I formulated my plan.  I was on a mission! I called several friends in NY and SF, telling them I needed a break from school. In a couple of days I had scheduled a ski trip to Vermont with my friend from NY, and had two invitations to visit friends in SF.  I was now ready to tell the guy about my planned visit.  It was just before Halloween which gave me a perfect opening.  I told him that my witch’s broom is taking me to visit some friends in the US.  I sent the message and waited, too nervous to do anything else but check my mail every 2 seconds. When his reply finally came, I took a deep breath and opened it. It took a long time to open.  I sat there,  my heart racing, wondering what his reply will be.  Was it an invitation?  An excuse why I he won’t be able to see me? a confession to having a girlfriend? I pressed the enter key again and again as if it would make a difference.  I was all out of patience!



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