I met this man in undergrad. He attended a university that was located a little less than an hour from mine. I used to road trip there for parties and such with my friends. Oddly enough, though, I didn’t meet him on a road trip. I met him at the airport. Students at his school had to drive to the city where I went to school in order to fly anywhere. Well, he and I shared a flight one night. After a little conversation, we realized our similarities, including a few mutual acquaintances, and we exchanged contact information. That exchange led to many nights together for the rest of our college careers—either I would go to a party on his campus and sleepover or vice versa. Fast forward nine years since the time we first met, and we again live in cities that are located one hour apart. I’m still a SBF, but he’s now a recently divorced father of one…who still does his best to show an interest in me and my life.