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Reconnecting with Lenny from Leningrad

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The other night I was nestled in bed like a snug bug in the rug, or some other insect facing imminent extermination, about to drift off to sleep, when suddenly I had a thought. This in and of itself was not remarkable, as I often have thoughts, and the ones before visiting slumberland tend to range from “I wonder if I have an undiagnosed and incurable disease” to “I hope that North Korea putting Austin on the To Attack List isn’t giving Austin NYC-type delusions of grandeur.”

But that particular evening, I had a different thought.

See, after spending time working on my masterpiece I wondered why I never bothered to look up Lenny from Leningrad on Facebook. In case you hadn’t yet hacked into my computer to read a draft of From Russia With Baggage (working title), from the age of zero to 9, when my parents and I left the Soviet Union, Lenny was my boyfriend. That was in 1975. Or 1976, I’m not great with dates.

I liked Lenny because he did everything I asked him and also because he looked like a prepubescent Omar Sharif. And we were best friends. But then my parents became obsessed with immigrating, and freedom and having enough food to eat, and there was no stopping them. We immigrated to America and my friendship with Lenny ended.

I never heard from him again.

Well, he may have written to me a few (dozen) times, but at that point I was busy living in Italy and then in New York City and learning English and finding out that I was Jewish and a lifelong sinner, what with not eating Kosher food and all that. So I had things going on and writing Letters to Lenny in Leningrad didn’t fit into my life plan. The point is that I didn’t write back and just because I didn’t write back, Lenny stopped writing to me. If that’s his attitude, then it’s just as well that I left the Soviet Union and him.

Later, I learned that Lenny married someone else and had children with her. Maybe even a puppy.

Nice.

Apparently our nine years together meant nothing to him.

So I was in bed, snug as a bug, and suddenly I thought “how come I never tried to find Lenny from Leningrad on Facebook?” and because all ideas that come late at night are good ones, I reached for my phone and proceeding to the Facebook app, typed in his name.

It popped up immediately, albeit in Russian.

I was intrigued.

And sleepy. And then I pressed on his name, expecting to see photos of a post-pubescent Omar Sharif and some laments about “Marinka who got away!” but instead I got a notification from Facebook that “Friendship request has been sent.”

OMG.

I was not sure that this is what I wanted. After all, it’s been more than three decades of being out of contact, so I imagined a reunion, even a virtual one at that, to be more ceremonial.

I started clicking every fucking button on the page in the hope of turning back time and undoing my friendship request, but it didn’t seem to work. I may have, however, marked my friendship request “Urgent” and also sent a friendship request to his wife.

I panicked. I sat up in bed, no longer snug as a bug in a rug.

“What the fuck?!” I asked my iPhone. But it remained silent, mocking me.

I looked at the screen again and saw a button to cancel the friendship request. Apparently that’s a thing now.

But I didn’t know if I pressed it whether Lenny would see that I both requested to be friends and then canceled it or what the situation would be. It was too much for me, so I just lay down and hoped to die in my sleep.

Hours later, I woke up, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, like a rabid squirrel.

And I checked my phone.

Lenny had accepted my friendship request.

Although he has yet to write anything on my wall.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to forgive him for not sending me a Friend request first.

This piece originally appeared on Marinkanyc.com

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Marinka

Marinka lives in NYC with her two kids, two cats and two TV sets. She's the author of the humor blog, Marinka NYC. Her writing has appeared in numerous publications, including the The Huffington Post, McSweeney's, BlogHer.com and her diary. Marinka co-created the popular @PaulRyanGosling Twitter meme with her writing partners. She is currently working on her memoir about immigrating to America, titled From Russia With Baggage.

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