I have a goal in life to work for and a dream to achieve. My whole adult life I have been working toward that goal and that dream. This is the story of my attempts to attain my goal and achieve my dream.
Hi, my name is Andrew Lakota Callaghan. What can I say? My father is Irish and my mother is a half blood Native American, Sioux to be exact. People normally call me Drew. I am 6 feet tall and about 200 pounds. Good looking in a rugged way with black hair. My eyes are a piercing blue or so I've been told. Friends say that when I'm angry that my eyes turn steel gray in color. Don't know myself, never looked in a mirror when I was angry.
The hair comes from the Sioux and the eyes from the Irish. Because of my Sioux heritage I look like I have a tan all year round. I am built like a runner, maybe because I run marathons.
I was 22, a senior in college carrying a double major when I met Caitlyn Brady. My classes in Animal Science and Computer Science kept me pretty busy. Consequently I usually go out just on the weekends. I fell in with a group from the dorms and began to go for pizza and beers or just beers. The men's and women's dormitories were across the street from each other and we had a good mix from both.
There were sixteen to twenty of us that flowed into and out of the group. Caitlyn and I seemed to naturally pair up on these excursions. The fact that we were both from the same area in Montana was the first attraction. Caitlyn is from Big Sky, and I'm from Ennis. We weren't dating exactly; we just went along with the group. Usually we ended sitting together.
Caitlyn was of Irish extraction also. She was 5 feet 7 with a slender body. Slender I said but not skinny. Her hair is auburn, worn long and she has green eyes. Caitlyn is a fine Irish lass.
As we got to know each other, we would talk for hours. Often the rest of the group would leave while we were talking without us knowing that they were gone. We would laugh about it and walk back to the dorms together. There were several different places and things we enjoyed together. I became so comfortable with her that I gave her a nickname and began to call her Kitty about half the time. It was a safe friendship for me because I didn't have time for a romantic relationship.
My class load and my plans after school didn't leave much room for love. I was going to school on a U.S. Navy ROTC scholarship. The Navy would pay for my education as long as it could be used by the Navy. After graduation, I would owe the Navy five years active service.
The Computer Science major was for the Navy and the Animal Science major was for me after the Navy. You might ask why a boy from land locked Ennis Montana would join the Navy. The answer was because that Naval scholarship was the best offer I had and gave me a chance to go to college. My parents always took care of my three brothers, my sister, and me but there wasn't a lot left over for college.
I had been going out with the group and/or Caitlyn almost every Saturday. Near the end of the term, about three months before graduation, I began to have more than just friend type of feelings for Caitlyn. I thought I was falling in love with her. Great, just what I needed, a romantic relationship. Damn, the heart wants what the heart wants. The group had left us, as usual, and we walked back to the dorm alone. I decided to tell Caitlyn how I felt.
As Caitlyn reach out to open the door, I took her arm and pulled her against me. I leaned over and kissed her. Just a nice little tender kiss, not a open mouth, stick my tongue down your throat type of kiss. She pulled back and looked at me with surprise.
"Drew, what are you doing? She was a little shocked I guess.
"I'm sorry Kitty, I like you very much and thought you felt the same." I was really embarrassed. "I won't bother you anymore. Sorry." I turned and left her dorm. Native Americans do blush, at least this one does.
"Drew, wait. Come back, let me tell you..."
I was running by now and couldn't hear what she was saying. Damn, I'm an ass; I should have known that all Kitty had offered was friendship. I had destroyed our friendship by kissing her.
Caitlyn called almost every day and I when I saw it was her I wouldn't answer. She left several messages but I never returned her calls. She even came by my dormitory to see me, but I managed to avoid her. There were a few more nights out with the group but every time Caitlyn would join the group, I would leave. If I started to join the group and she was already there, I would go somewhere else or return to my dorm.
Shortly she quit calling and coming by my dorm. She also quit going out with the group. We would see each other on campus; we would nod and keep walking. I don't think we spoke twenty words to each other after the night that I kissed her.
I shouldn't have been hurt or embarrassed, but I was. As I said before due to my work load and my plans after school, I didn't need a romantic entanglement. Maybe so, but I still hurt, I was disappointed and I missed Caitlyn's friendship.
Caitlyn moved on and began to go on dates with Jake Houston; Jake was the quarterback of the football team. I would see them at the pizza joint and other places. Sometimes they were alone but often they were with a group of other jocks and their dates. Jake was a good size boy and very good looking. He was also a conceited asshole.
I went to an art exhibit alone and saw Jake and Caitlyn come into the gallery. The exhibit was about Western Art. You know, George Catlin, Frederick Remington and others. How she got him to attend is a mystery. Jake was a good football player and could memorize plays and formations, but at everything else he sucked. Other than football, if his I.Q. was two points higher he could be a rock.
They had only been there about twenty minutes when he started complaining and wanting to leave. He was like a rotten little kid that wasn't getting his way. Finally I heard him tell Caitlyn that he was leaving with or without her. I wasn't the only one that heard him, he was almost yelling at Caitlyn.
Caitlyn has a temper too and followed him out the door, ragging on his ass the entire distance. I drifted over to the front door to watch the fun. It looked like Jake was going to get his ass handed to him on a plate, at least verbally. I was about twenty feet from them and the unexpected happened. Jake stopped and turned to face Caitlyn and when she got close to him, he backhanded her across the face. Caitlyn fell to the ground.
I didn't know I had moved until I found myself standing beside Jake. He grabbed her hair and drew back his hand to hit her again. That blow never landed because Jake found himself flat on his back. He had his hands up to his face and blood was all over.
The punch I threw released a lot of hurt, anger, and disappointment. My hand hurt and when I looked at it I could see teeth marks on my knuckles. I remember being so angry that I was shaking. Caitlyn screamed my name when I started after Jake again. It was a good thing that she did; I was so enraged that I might have really hurt him. I didn't mind hitting him, but it scared me that I could lose control the way I did.
First the security people detained me until the police arrived. They thought I was the aggressor and had attacked Jake. Caitlyn and several witnesses came forward and explained that I was protecting the lady and after that the police treated me with respect. Things calmed down and I offered Caitlyn a ride back to the dorm.
On the ride home, she explained that Jake had asked her out when she quit running with our group. She was a little lonely and he was a good looking guy. So she said what the hell, why not? Caitlyn said it was a mistake. If the conversation wasn't about football or about the chance of turning pro or about parties, Jake was lost. He was totally one dimensional. She took him to the art exhibit to help him broaden his mind. Caitlyn said that when she told Jake he was as dumb as a stump, he lost it and hit her.
When we got back to her dorm, Caitlyn took my hand and looked me in the eye. "My knight in shining armor. Thank you Drew. Promise me you will call me tomorrow, okay?"
"I don't know if I will have the time, I've got classes..."
"Tomorrow is Sunday and you don't have classes on Sunday. Call me please," Caitlyn asked.
The next morning around 10:00, I called Caitlyn as I had promised. "Hi Drew, I want you to meet me in the courtyard of my dorm in ten minutes. I really want to talk to you and I need to do it face to face," she told me.
I was sitting on a bench in the courtyard and Caitlyn come to sit with me. "Drew, why have you been avoiding me? And don't tell me you haven't been."
"Kitty I was ashamed and angry at myself for spoiling our friendship. I thought we had become more than friends but your reaction to the kiss that night showed that you didn't feel the same way."
"Why did you run off? I tried to stop you and talk to you then, but I couldn't catch you," Caitlyn told me.
"Like I said, I was ashamed and angry at myself. I was embarrassed and didn't want to face you," I admitted to her.
"Drew I reacted the way I did because your kiss sort of came out of nowhere. You hadn't said anything or acted in a way to let me know it was coming. I was trying to tell you that I felt the same as you, but you ran off. I want to get to know you better and see what could happen. I know you are leaving after graduation but we could have fun until you leave."
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