"Ma, the law school at Berkeley is just as good as NYU law school, the only difference is that I already live in Berkeley, I already have friends and a life there, I'm not going to move back here, I left New York for a reason, I am not coming back!" Sandy Cohen yelled at his stubborn mother.
"But Sanford, what about your poor mother, your siblings, we need you, do you not care at all about us, are you just going to fall in love with some blonde rich Californian girl, you know what you should do, you should go look for Rebecca."
"Do not, talk about Rebecca, we are over, she left me, she left with out any good bye, she is out of my life, and you know what I might meet and marry the richest, blondest Californian girl just out of spite!" he yelled slamming the door to his mothers small apartment.
Sophie Cohen really knew how to work the Jewish guilt, but luckily for Sandy Cohen, after twenty-two years he had become immune to her guilt. He had already lived in Berkeley for four years and was not about to leave just to help his mother work more. And even though it broke his heart every time he thought of Rebecca, he would not go looking for her, she left him, and it was time that he moved on, who knows maybe he really would meet that rich, blonde Californian girl.
A week later, Sandy found himself hauling his suitcase across campus, breathing in the Californian air. Ah, boy was he glad to be back, and no longer under the scrutiny of his mother, whom these days he could never seem to please. Berkeley was the place he could be Sandy, not just Sophie Cohen's son – he could be true to himself. He had created a life here, and as much as his mother despised it, this was the place he now called home.
"Sandy… how's it going man" he heard a call from behind him. He threw a glance over his shoulder and stopped wheeling his suitcase when he saw who it was. "Hey Paul… long time no see! You decided to carry on as well then!"
"Yep, something about this town just keeps me coming back for more!"
"I know what you mean" Sandy replied, thinking back to his vacation.
"Not mention" Paul continued, "California seems to have an abundance of hot females" he grinned. "Take for example, the crazy chick that just tried to run me over in a god damn mail truck". He pointed over to the far parking lot and Sandy followed his gaze.
"Legs like you wouldn't believe, sexy as hell, but completely crazy, she got in to a fight with me for getting in her way, as if I wanted to get run over or something!" He laughed and Sandy joined in. "Well man I've got to get going, need to sort out my new house, catch up with some of the guys, you stay out of trouble and watch out for crazy women trying to mow you down!"
"Will do sand man, I'll give you a call, we'll go for drinks some time" He shouted heading off in the other direction.
Sandy laughed to himself, shaking his head, only Paul could nearly end up under the wheels of mail truck on the first day of the semester. He pulled the handle on his suitcase and carried on moving, thinking that the other guys would probably all be at the house already, waiting for him.
It was only when he got closer that he saw her. A petite blonde with the bluest eyes he had ever seen, hovering near the mail truck Paul had pointed out earlier. Her hair fell down past her shoulders, and she flipped it casually as she talked in to her cell phone, causing the sun to bounce off it. "No I am not a hippy…" he caught he shouting in to her phone. She wore a tight pair of jeans that showed off her slender legs, sitting just below her waist, and the simple vest top she wore was just short enough to ride up, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her toned midriff. He looked up to her face and saw that she was squinting at him. She rolled her eyes, and turned the other way.
Sandy blushed - a rare occurrence – but it was rare that he ogled women in such a fashion. He hadn't meant to, but her beauty had entranced him, and he hadn't been able to look away. He quickly moved on, trying to forget what a fool he had just made of himself and made his way up to his new house.
