I have spent the last two weeks talking to a boy who makes my knees all wobbly whenever I hear his sweet country accent.
This boy is without a doubt one of the best people that I have ever had the opportunity to spend countless hours talking to.
He listens to me babble about my day, my frustrations at school, my ups, my downs.
We are so much alike it is scary. From our matching love for the Ramones, pop punk, Dr. Pepper and black high-top Converse to our height and thoughts on Jesus Christ.
This boy seems to have it all. Except for one minor detail…
A California address.
That’s right. My dream boy does not live in the Golden State. He does not even live anywhere remotely close to me. We are separated by a two hour time difference and 2,000 miles.
I’d settle for Nevada or even Oregon. But this kid hails from Nashville, Tennessee. A completely different world, if you ask me.
So how did ol’ Valerie get herself into this jam? The answer is simple.
Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I found myself smitten by a country bumpkin after a few late night chats online.
Please, please. Hold your fire. I’m not one of those sad, sad people who go online in search of their future soul mate and end up spending many nights talking to pedophiles and other creatures of the night.
Last year, the two of us attended a Christian music festival in Illinois. At this festival, it is possible that we met; although, neither of us is exactly sure if that actually happened.
A few months down the road, this boy happened to get a hold of my screen name, drop me a few sweet lines… and I was hooked.
Our conversations quickly progressed from late night chats online to 3 a.m. phone calls. It all seems so magical.
Fate brought two kids from opposite sides of the nation together to talk about monster movie classics and dreams of one day playing in an ultra-hip rock n’ roll band together while being head-over-heels in love with each other for the rest of their lives.
But the issue remains at hand: where is this relationship heading?
It is obvious that this relationship cannot and will not progress to anything past a long distance friendship, unless one of us makes a life changing decision:
Pack up everything and hightail it 2,000 miles across this nation in the name of love.
Personally, I know I am not ready to make such a drastic move.
And sure, call me selfish, but I am not giving up 70 degree Christmas’, Amoeba Records and late-night drives to the beach to move to Tennessee and watch the grass grow.
Maybe I am jumping the gun here. Maybe our relationship will never be anything more than a few late night phone calls.
But still, the idea of someone so perfect yet so far away makes my stomach ache.
Darn this technology. I quit. Maybe I should just resort to an Amish lifestyle, one free from the hassles of pre-churned butter and long distance loves.
Yea, that’s the ticket.
Valerie Rojas, a sophomore journalism major, is arts editor of the Campus Times. She can be reached by e-mail at skalivornia@hotmail.com.
