A Test Given

A patient came in asking about my navy necklace. I told them I was in love with a sailor and waiting for him to come home from deployment. He was about 35 ish and gave me a grin that women closer to his age would start to melt. I laughed and pointed at him, telling him I was taken and saw what he was doing. He gave me his ID that I need to sell him something, a military ID. He knew what he was looking for. He wanted to see if I was tempted to be unfaithful and I openly and even rudely laughed in his face. I could’ve gotten in trouble and he knew this too. He shook my hand and said thank you for being faithful to my brother who’s fighting. He went ahead and mocked his past actions and kissed my hand. I didn’t bother doing anything but rolling my eyes and laughing. He knew I wasn’t interested. He walked away and I smiled at the gesture and thought that he was happy by my faithfulness to my man. He didn’t know me. He grinned over his shoulder at me. I waved, shaking my head.

Closing the pharmacy, I rubbed the back of my neck and a younger man came up to me asking about pain relievers. I was tired and off the clock, but it was my job to help. I walked him back to the aisle. He smiled at me, most girls would fawn and blush but I pointed and told the man which was the most popular. He turned and started flirting with me. It was subtle but all girls would feel it and notice… he was smooth and he knew it. I excused myself, telling him I had shopping to do. He smiled, pullin out his wallet and showed me his ID. Military. He grinned wider, shook my hand and walked away towards the door.

i shrugged it off, having worked a fourteen hour shift and not giving a damn about anything but getting home and sleeping after a late dinner. I reached to the top shelf to grab something, knowing it was probably going to fall. A hand rested on my back, where my bare skin had shown. I turned and backed away, wide awake. A tall, dark man I would have to admit was fairly good looking handed me item, giving me a sinful smile. I felt naked and uncomfortable. He rested his hand down my arm and looked into my eyes. This was too much. I backed away from him. I looked at him and shook my head. I started to yell at him “I am taken don’t -“ he nodded, putting his hand out. The man from the medicine aisle came around the corner. The man I had helped and looked about 35 came around the corner. I looked at all of them and shook my head. I said “don’t touch me or I’ll scream”.

The man reached out his hand to me. I did not take his hand, I don’t care if he kissed it earlier. I felt like a target…. this man planned this and I didn’t feel like playing anymore. He said “we wanted to test how loyal you were to your sailor. I got two of the most attractive men I know that easily get women in their bed and wanted to test it. I knew you would pass, but I had a gift that I wanted to make sure you deserved since you love one of our own. You are under financial request within us three men can do for you, starting with your groceries.” The men pulled out their cards of who they were and their ranks were impressive. I had gained favor of military commanders for being loyal, for being rude and mean to prove my loyalty….. the other two men took my groceries and my list and left me with the older man.

I wish this were a dream, but I have three new contacts in my phone. I feel somewhat uncomfortable having them, my man thinks it’s amazing of how everything happened-that it’s funny. He knows I worry about money a lot even when I don’t need to. He’s pushed me to call the men everytime I go shopping. My bank account has grown in the last two weeks like crazy and I’m not sure what to do…..

Be loyal!!!!!

At 1832

Riding in the backseat of the car was not how I was expecting my summer to start with. I was going on a family business trip to the farm and was not really thrilled to be doing it. I didn’t feel like doing anything productive after months of straining my brain to learn in school and then a new job. I would say that taking one week off before hitting life back upon activities sounds well deserved. Being on business, everyone in contact with our business knew my phone number and calls only when they can’t reach the other two immediate company owners. At this point, I am used to getting calls that I don’t recognize the number or even show up as unknown. I have been lucky that I haven’t had many times to receive such calls, but there are a few a week.

On the way to the farm today, my cousin’s phone rang while they weren’t in the car. By the time they got back, the phone was no longer ringing. We didn’t have time at the moment to call back and all agreed that if they called again, we would return the favor. I sat back, hoping the small mission of ours would be over so I could go home and read a new series I had been introduced to. Getting back into the car, music going, my family and I were happy. It was sunny out and there was a rainbow over towards the West. I honestly couldn’t imagine a more relaxing day even if I wanted to be home.

When the unknown number came up on my phone screen, I didn’t think about it and laughed at the joke my family whispered before I held the phone to my ear. I answer how I always answer now that my family runs a business.

“This is Marie, how can I help you?” Hoping whoever was calling would be quick and I could go back to my joke with my family.

“Hey, my Marie. How are you?” His voice came through the phone. As if by instinct, my hand flies to my mouth and tears start to well in my eyes. My family glances at me and raise their eyebrows at me. I don’t cry on the phone unless it’s really bad news and it has always been with them that it has happened.  I haven’t heard his voice since he said he loved me, leaving the airport to go back to base. That was months ago.

“Hi, I love you. I miss you. God, I am so happy to hear your voice.”


And just as suddenly as it started, it had to come to an end. The call was longer than what I would expect a call, but it was one to have none the less. I wasn’t sure if I would get a call until they got into port. I don’t know when they will get into port or which ones. All I know is that I can’t wait to hear his voice again.

With all the different, difficult things that have been happening lately, I feel I needed this. I needed him. It has been a few hours since the call and I  can tell you that my heart is still beating just as fast and the butterflies I normally get from one email have tripled and stayed in my stomach. I have been with him and I can honestly say that I love him. But what makes me really happy is that I am in love with him too. People see it as the same thing. It is not. Loving someone is a choice, being in love is more of an emotional hormone. I choose to love him and somehow, even after this long, I am still in love with him. People often call it the honeymoon phase and say that it always ends at some point, but I challenge that and ask, when?


I love and am in love with my hero, one of America’s heroes.