by Janella Schnepp

Created on: October 15, 2009

This summer "it" happened. Don't go jumping to conclusions! I didn't get married, engaged, or become a mother. I didn't lose my virginity or someone in some tragic accident. I did almost, well sort of get proposed to in a way.

Five phone calls. Four hours. If he walked through the door today and asked me to marry him, I'd say yes in a heart beat. BUT that's the whole deal right there.

It's easy to say yes when the question will never come.

Confused? Good that makes two of us.

This guy I've known since high school. . .we've been playing at this thing . . . this friendship, this relationship, this courtship, this whatever it is for three years. . .in truth four years now. Pretty pathetic, huh?

Let me start from somewhere resembling the beginning. About four years ago this guy and I started spending a good deal of time together. This relationship developed into what I affectionately term my un-boyfriend.

He calls every night. We talk about everything from politics to religion to our hopes and dreams and goals and accomplishments to me listening to blow by blow descriptions of his days.

And this relationship that I've been in for four years now. . .if you ask either one of us, well "we're just friends." Disregard the fact that we don't make a decision without council from the other person. Forget the fact that I get out of sorts when I don't hear from him for days. Ignore the looks and the little butterflies that flit through my abdominal area when his name is mentioned.

Last summer I threw up in a small plane he rented to take me flying. He washed the out the plane and did my laundry. The summer before that, he sat with me in the parking lot while we waited for AAA to come after the fireworks because I had locked my keys in the car.

This summer was no exception to the "happy Jan" stories that he'll have. Only, these may never be told.

At the beginning of the summer he and my mother drove from his house in Michigan to the airport in Indiana to pick up my son and me. (It's a larger plane so there was no throwing up.) He announces to my mother that he has accomplished all of his single goals and all that's left is for him to get married and have children. My mother blissfully asks him what he's waiting for, and he concedes that he doesn't know what to do about the situation.

I had all but accepted a teaching position in Taiwan when he talked with a mutual friend and her husband - she married one of my ex-boyfriends - on the phone. He asked them how married life

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