SAMANTHA
by Adina Bernstein
My name is Jeremy and I have met the perfect girl. Her name is Samantha. Her friends call her Sammy. How do I know that? I fell in love with her on the first day of American Literature 200 last semester. She is eloquent, intelligent and passionate. I can see us happily married with two children. It sounds perfect, but it’s not, because she doesn’t know that I exist.
Samantha and I run in different social circles. I am what you would call studious and quiet, while Samantha is the opposite. Plus, we have never really talked. Oh yeah, we did once. In Literature last year; she asked me if I knew the time because there was no clock in the room. I told her the time, she thanked me, and then she turned around. After class I gathered up the nerve to talk to her, but she disappeared in the crowd.
Last night, out of sheer boredom because I finished reading Dante’s Inferno for the third time, I went to Banna’s, a local bar. Samantha was there with her friends. Through the crowd, noise and smoke, I recognized her. I grabbed a beer to boost my confidence as I made my way through the crowd. My mind was unraveling with ways to open the conversation. “Sup, sweet thing?” No, that was not right. “Hi, my name is Jeremy.” No, that wasn’t right either. Finally I settled on the right one.
“Read any good books lately?” I asked as I stood behind her.
“I have, actually. I just finished reading the newest Stephen King novel,” Samantha replied.
“Really? I just bought it. My name is Jeremy,” I told her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jeremy. My name is Samantha,” she said as we shook hands.
“Sammy, he is a geek, the Beta Gamma guys just got here,” her friend who was obviously drunk said.
“Jess, you want one, go get one,” Samantha told her friend. We walked and found an area that we could talk. We seemed to talk forever. Next thing I knew; it was 12:30. I had to get home because I had work in the morning. I didn’t want to go, but I need to pay my rent. I thanked her for her time and got up.
“Jeremy, wait! Call me sometime” Samantha handed me a paper with her phone number on it and walked away.
THE END
Adina is a 22 year old recent college graduate. She works as a receptionist, but she dreams of writing full time. She credits her family and friends with supporting her dream of eventually become a full time writer. Contact Adina.
