Someone handed me a robe and I wrapped it around myself gratefully as a young guy, who couldn’t be more than 23, approached me. “Walk with me,” he said; I blinked a little, bewildered, but followed him nonetheless. “I’m Dylan, I’ll be interviewing you.” Before I could get a word in, he looked back at me, grinning. “So, what size are you? C? D?” I opened my mouth to reply to him, but thought better of it, frowning. “I’m usually pretty good at guessing,” he boasted.
“Then I guess you don’t need me to tell you,” I muttered. He smiled, like he was amused, and led me in to what I assumed was his office, and we sat down.
“So what’s with the fear of public nudity?” he asked.
“It’s just not something I’m comfortable with.”
“You were kind of popular with the guys out there.” I shrugged, and he continued. “Cause they’ve seen the other girls with their clothes off before, but you’re a little more mysterious.”
“If you say so.”
He laughed, scanning me up and down with his eyes as I pulled the robe tighter. Suddenly professional, he set up his recorder and consulted his questions. “So, the long distance relationship. I guess that’s what we’re talking about. What’s it like?”
“Not easy,” I replied. “It’s taxing and frustrating and ultimately gratifying but not something I would endorse if you could avoid it.”
“Your boyfriend is an attractive, rich athlete, living in a city that looks at him like a god. Are you worried about infidelity?”
“Not at all.”
“You really have that much faith in him?”
“What about yourself? Are you concerned that you’ll stray? Or have you already?”
I took a deep breath, trying to push Oliver and Logan out of my mind. “No, I haven’t. And I won’t.”
He raised his eyebrows like he didn’t believe me, but didn’t press it. “How often do you see him?”
“It’s kind of a new situation, but we try and see each other at least once every two weeks, and occasionally I’ll go on road trips with him.”
“And I bet the sex is amazing when you do see each other, right?” he asked, grinning. I pressed my lips together, refusing to answer. “Oh come on, Daria, throw me a bone. I bet you’re wild in bed. You look like the type.”
“I don’t see how it’s relevant.”
He sighed heavily, disappointed. “Okay, okay. So you’re away from each other a lot. Why don’t you live together, though?”
“Because I live in New York,” I sighed. “I have a job and friends here.”
“And you wouldn’t give it up for him?”
“If he asked me to, I would, but he hasn’t. We’re not married, and he’s hardly ever home, so I don’t see the point in moving back there.” Truthfully, I was annoyed with the questions that kept rearing their heads; not just now, but in the past. I tried to stay sweet, though, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.
“You used to live together, though? Why did you move away?”
“It’s not something I want to discuss...”
“You’re dodging a lot of questions here, Daria. What’s the deal?”
I sighed, trying to keep a smile on my face. “Look, I don’t mind talking to you, but my boyfriend is a really private person. He doesn’t like being in the public eye for anything but his sport. And personally, I don’t want to talk about anything too private, because I’m not entirely comfortable with it being public knowledge, either.”
He nodded, reading down his questions. “Alright, but I still have a few questions for you. Just keep... doing what you’re doing, I guess. So were you a baseball fan before you met him?”
“Of course... my father has season tickets, he’d take me all the time.”
“Did you chase Jake because he was a Red Sox player?”
“Uh, well... at the time I met him, he was only just coming up from the minors, and I didn’t know who he was. And I didn’t chase him at all, he pursued me. I started dating him because he’s an amazing person, irrespective of his profession.”
“How do you two deal with his fans? They must be taxing on your relationship...”
“It’s kind of his thing to deal with.”
“But don’t they ever get to you? I’ve seen how obsessive some of them can get.”
I shrugged, chewing on my lip. “I’ve had death threats and people I don’ know telling me they hate me. They’re upsetting, but mostly, the fans are harmless.”
“But you’re the one who gets to go home with him at night, right?”
He grinned, scribbling something on his notepad. “What’s the craziest place you’ve ever done it?” I rolled my eyes. He’d tried to catch me out with it, hoping I wasn’t paying too much attention. “Come on... Fenway Park?” I remained tight lipped, but I felt a flush rising in my cheeks. “You have!” he said triumphantly.
“I never said that.”
“Okay,” he laughed. “I won’t put it in. But I do have a few last questions.”
“Are you two going to get married?”
“I don’t know.”
“If you did, would you move back to Boston?”
“We haven’t even gotten past the married part yet,” I laughed.
“True. So... are the benefits of the long-distance relationship ultimately worth the sacrifice?”
[comment with ‘sacrifice’ if you read?]