Just hearing his voice was enough to make my heart race. It was exciting and nerve wracking all at the same time. He was sweet, and funny, and everything I imagined. We talked about how strange it was to put a voice with the words. I don't think we'd even seen pictures of each other at that point. He was an absolute sweetheart though. That's when my mother opened the door.
She asked what I was doing out here. I told her that I was talking with someone. She looked a little confused, and asked who I was talking to. I said a friend. She said, which one. I said another time with a stern look on my face, a friend. She got the message and left. That should have been a hint right there.
So we kept talking until the phone started to beep, which meant the battery was almost dead. I didn't want the phone call to end. This was the happiest I'd been in 19 years, and I wasn't about to let it end because of an old portable phone. I took the phone from the living room and ran the cord across the living room and into the den, running the cord under the crack in the door. I took the phone of the switch hook and put the now dead portable phone back on the receiver in my parent's room.
I came back downstairs and we talked for another hour or so. He told me all about his life, and I about mine. I told him about hopes, fears, and what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I just felt so at ease with him. I had never had the chance to talk with anyone else like this, ever. He was interested in me, and what I did and what I was doing. Finally, we talked about him coming to visit. I told him that it wouldn't be a problem for me, and I could just tell my mother that he was a friend from the college where I was going, so she wouldn't even know. He would have to stay in a hotel in town though. He and I talked more about it, but now that we could talk, we figured it might be better to wait for the planning until later, like around spring break or something. We said our goodbyes and hung up.
Another thing I should mention was that the phone I had chosen was supposed to have a security function on it, where if anyone picked up the phone, the light for the line would dim. It had always worked before, and it's specifically why I chose that phone. I even told my friend about it when he asked me if I was worried about anyone listening in. I told him I wasn't too concerned.
I was absolutely thrilled that night. I felt like I could do anything. Since I lived in the middle of nowhere, I ended up watching TV with my brothers. My mother came upstairs to say goodnight, and she made a point to tell us all that she loved us and kiss all three of us. That should have been a sign that something was up, but it was maybe just a coincidence. She also stayed up to see my dad when he came home. My mother was usually in bed by 9:30. My father usually never got back from work until midnight. Hint number 2 annoyed. It should have been pretty obvious when she whispered something to Dad with a panicked look on her face before she went upstairs, but I was still partially in denial, and still partially just too happy to care. I do remember telling myself before I went to bed that if she did know, it was too late to worry about it now.
This had all happened on a Friday, so on Saturday morning my father was the first awake. It took about a half an hour for him to ask me about it. He explained that yes, my mother had listened in on my phone call last night. I spent probably about an hour denying it before I finally just said, you know what. I am. I still don't know why I spent so long denying it. I felt better afterwards though. My father had two things to say about it. First and foremost, I needed to be careful. Not only were there physical dangers, but more so there were a lot of diseased out there. (He's a nurse, go figure that would be his first concern.) Second, he thought that maybe we shouldn't say anything to Mom about it, and just say that everything was resolved.
The day was pretty calm, and I was up on the computer as usual when the phone rings. "So I hear you're gay, and you're running away to Minnesota, never to see any of us again!" It's my sister. My mother had called her apparently last night, in a panic. My sister was calling back to find out how much of it my mother had embellished, she has a tendency to do that. I explained the situation as it was, and she said she figured that it was more reasonable than what my mother had decided. So everything was fine there. She said she was happy for me, and that she loved me.
The last great hurdle that day was my mother. She and I talked about it though, and her biggest concern was that I was going to run away and she'd never see me again. Just for some perspective, after living through 15 years of schooling, she thought I was going to drop out of high school a half a year before I finished to run away with some guy I'd never met. I had already been accepted into college, so come on. Seriously. She said she loved me though, and my being gay didn't matter to her in the least. So that's now everything resolved nicely for me.
Things haven't been easy all the time, but I wouldn't trade my life now for anything else. There's more to the story, but I'll talk about that another time. I also have some stories about subway fun, but I guess I'll talk about that later.