About four months ago, I was spending a little alone time with myself. Natural, semi-daily habits we’ve all come to know and enjoy. What made this Friday afternoon so unique was I had a little help — one might say had a helping hand — in finishing from my good friend Samantha.
Samantha and I have been — and continue to be, even after the activity — friends for about three years. I’m a senior in college, she’s a junior. Samantha, Sam for short, has been among the six of us who have been friends since day one of college. We’ve gone to parties, classes, Spring Breaks, all that stuff together as a group.
There was a brief time when I had feelings for her, she rejected me and we got past it. That was probably three years ago, too. But other than that, we’ve been great friends ever since introduction.
Sam is a wildly energetic woman, with minimal acknowledgement for her surroundings. She flails when she dances, drinks too much on a Saturday night and sleeps too long on a Sunday morning — if that was even a thing.