A few months ago I wrote about a military friend of mine that was home on leave, and about to head back to Afghanistan. Robert wasn't supposed to be home again until Christmas, but two days ago, his brother called and said he had a late birthday surprise for me. Turns out that Robert had about a week of leave that he stored up for a surprise visit. His family didn't even know he was coming. Ha, why did he have to pick finals week to come home? The timing was kind of bad, but tomorrow is my last final and then we'll be able to catch up for a few days before sending him off again. At least now he's done in Afghanistan, and we'll be shipping him back to Italy this time.
I was over at his parents house earlier catching up with the family I've known since grade school. It's weird, when I met them wayyy back in the day, I never thought that I was starting a long term friendship with the Torreys. It's cool to be close with people (outside of my own family) that I've known since childhood. I can't believe how fast time is passing. I'm wondering what happened to the first 8 months of the year, and we'll be wrapping this year up before I even have a chance to write another blog about it being over.
As far as my personal life is going right now, well, it's about as good as can be expected. I am absolutely singing from the rooftops over this Aaron guy, and I'm hoping that it evolves into something more than talking for hours every night. It has the potential to be something amazing... but, we'll see. I genuinely like this guy, and reading over my old entries (the public ones on here, and the personal ones I have elsewhere), I have finally noticed the pattern. My pattern. Seems like the guys I hung around were mostly out of convenience. David is Jackie's boyfriend's best friend, and when I was hanging out with Kip (wow that was already 5 months ago?!?), Jackie was dating Kip's friend. I find guys that would make a good friend, and try to cultivate it into something more. I need to stop doing that.
Maybe I finally have learned something. Maybe I finally realized what I want out of a relationship... not just any guy that I like to drink Coors Light and play Guitar Hero with, but someone I can talk to for hours every night.
Maybe I have finally grown up just a little bit. I like to think I've mellowed out quite a bit in the last 8 months. I don’t have the desire to go back to drinking four to five to six nights a week and eating copious amounts of pizza and Jack and the Box or Taco Bell at 3 a.m. Maybe I am ready for something real.
I’ve always been a dreamer. A hopeless romantic. And I am still a hardened cynic in many ways, but for some reason when it comes to dating I still have this really cheesy, idealistic side that keeps me from joining the convent or just plain swearing off men altogether. Maybe there's still hope for me (my mom is probably laughing as she reads this, "Jacee, you're still young!")because for the first time ever, I'm talking to this new love interest without forgetting about all the lessons I've learned and the mistakes I've made.
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