My past year, in a nutshell!

Holy cow! It's been a year since I posted here! Nice! I'm posting again because in that year I moved from Athens, Georgia to Augusta, Georgia, and have had a LOT going on. Many boys, much drama, much excitement. I've got a cute two bedroom apartment on a pond, a great job, and I'm pretty content. I do say that sometimes I could rival Carrie Bradshaw in my adventures with boys though! In this year I've dated quite a few guys... and they all have nicknames so you can keep them straight.

The first was Clint. He didn't get a nickname, he didn't deserve it. We went on one date last December, and all was great, except he became super clingy after that. Lots of phone calls, lots of texts, lots of stalking. I had gotten out of a five year relationship not too long before that, and this was my first adventure back into the dating world. Uh, yeah. That worked out well. I told him to leave me alone. This is only relevant because I see him regularly out at the bars in Augusta, and he makes it a point to NOT COME TALK TO ME, but to stare, point, and get his friends to stare and point. Great.

The next was the Hot Cop. Oh Hot Cop, we had some good times. When we first met, it was awesome. We have so much in common, we get along well, we have the same sense of humor... and it went on like that for two weeks. We even went out for Valentine's day. Well, I start to get attached, and he decides that he isn't ready for a relationship. I understand. I was upset, but I understand.

After him (very soon after him) I met Knoxville, aka 33. He is 33, and lives in Knoxville (ha!). He also works for my company, and I was kinda nervous about that for a while. We started off casually, I'd go visit one weekend, he'd come visit me, all was good. Then he got super sketchy. He borrowed money from me, and I, like a dumbass, loaned it to him. He had every intention of giving it back, until he got into some trouble. He went to rehab, and now he's been signed to the UFC. I'm supposed to be getting a check this week, but we shall see. I'm not counting on it. We still talk, because I genuinely care about him.

However, before he and I broke up, the Hot Cop came back into my life... he called and we spend four hours on the phone discussing why he was better than Knoxville, and I should break up with Knoxville for him. He came over that night, and we discussed it further... and yeah. I broke up with Knoxville the next day. The next week, the Hot Cop started dating someone else. AWESOME.

I met through Hot Cop's friends two other guys. Thomson Cop and New Cop. Thomson Cop was an Iraqi War veteran, heavily tattooed, and pretty cool. He made a few immature moves on a couple of our dates, and that wasn't awesome. I haven't talked to him in a while, and I'm not sure why. I think he figured out that I was talking to A LOT of other guys. The New Cop was cool, he's got his masters degree, owns a house, loves his dog, and has big ambitions in life. The only issue is he was way way way too busy for me. Like, we saw each other two times in three months. But he still assumed we were dating. He'd call, make plans, then break them that day. It got old. Fast.

There was some overlap here, but in August I was out at a club here in Augusta. The Vue has ladies night on Fridays, where girls drink free. NICE. We go there, a lot. It's awesome! We are there one night, me, Leigh, Brittany, Jill, Shannon, Will, Amanda, and a few others. I had walked in and immediately saw this one guy who caught my eye. Tall, dark, handsome, well dressed, and tattooed. I started flirting, but not coming up to him. We all go to the VIP area and start dancing above the dance floor. I'm still keeping my eyes on him, and he had seen me. Eventually I come down from VIP, and he's waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. We start talking, dance, and hanging out. His name is Cass, he's 27, and asks me what I do. I tell him I'm a designer, and he was impressed. Then he asked what I thought he did. I already knew... he was army. The haircut gives it away. This goes on for most of the night. He and I go outside to talk, and Brittany comes out to "check him out". We eventually go back in, and he comes with me to VIP. Leigh checks him out. He and I exchange phone numbers, and we head outside with everyone at last call. We get out, and there's this heavily modded car sitting there with Lamborghini doors. Leigh and I both say "I know who I'm going home with!"... and this pisses Cass off. I wanted to check out the car, so I'm sitting in it. He tries to drag me out by my arm, and everyone gets mad. Brit says something to him, and that sets him off. Then he and the owner of the car get into it... and there was LOTS of yelling, screaming, and everyone scattered. I'm worried about getting Jill into the car and home, so we are leaving. Cass keeps calling my phone and yelling, so I handed it to everyone else. Everyone took a turn at telling him to go away, and we left.

Two weeks later, he texts me. I'd beent hinking about him, but I deleted his number (like a bitch). We start talking, and he apologizes, a lot. He said he was sorry, and we were all at fault. We were... I admit it. I was mean, so was he. Then I agree to have dinner with him that week on Friday. I actually had another date on Monday with Thomson Cop, which was fine, then another date on Tuesday with a different guy... Rockstar. I went on both, but couldn't stop thinking about Cass. I went to see Cass on Wednesday, and we just hit it off again. We spent every minute we could together after that. I knew he was leaving for Iraq soon, he had told me at the Vue that night. I didn't care, at first I thought it was just going to be a fling, and we'd chill and have fun. We both became very attached to each other, and we both fell in love. He apologized to all my friends, and everyone loved him. We had a great time. He thought he was going to be in Augusta until September 26th, but the army called him and said he was going to get on a plane September 12th at 4:30. They called him at 3:30. He had to get my car to me, and pack his stuff, and go to the airport... he called and said no. They switched it to Saturday, September 13th. We packed his things, went to Fort Gordon so he could clear Augusta, and came to my place. We went out for one last night, and laughed and cried all night. He was being sent to Colorado before Iraq. He was in Colorado for ten days, and was sent to Iraq yesterday.

I was miserable for the first few days, and cried my eyes out. I'm still upset, but I'm looking at it positively! If we want it to work, it will. I look at my friends who did the LDR for long periods of time... Kelly and Lincoln, Kellyn and Ryan... and see that they're happy and married. Cass and I aren't ready for that yet, but we are going to talk every day, email, and I'm going to send him presents to make his time there better. We're going to just go with it, make no plans, and see where we end up.

In the meantime, New Cop has come back, and he realized he was not paying attention to me. I tell him about Cass, and he understands. We are still friends, and we're going from there.

Hot Cop, however, is like the devil here to tempt me. He knows we still have chemistry... and who calls me the day after Cass leaves? Hot Cop. Who do I see at the club on Friday, after not seeing him since July? Hot Cop. Damn.

It was funny, that within 24 hours of Cass leaving Augusta, three exes called me. Three exes I thought I wasn't going to hear from either. I joke that there was this "Eileen is hurting" alarm that went out, and they called to make it feel worse!