Well, essentially my problems with my relationship started in December, before Liz ever moved here.. we had a port visit in Ft. Lauderdale, and I met this reeeeealy cute blonde who was a bar tender.
Yeah. I drank for 3 days at the place she worked, spending 6-7 hours in the bar... and spent a total of maybe $20. Was cool, I got to talk with all sorts of interesting people (one of the employees was 1st generation irish. omg, I *love* that accent!) Still, one of my friends said some stupid crap and all I ended up getting out of it was the free alcohol... which I'm not complaining about.
Thing is, the last night I got pretty retarded drunk... and later, after I puked my guts out, I had a revelation... yeah, funny how every Eureka! moment comes in the bathroom in one way or another.
Well, simply put, Liz is a wonderful person;cute, intelligent, funny as hell, lovable, etc. Her only drawback is she's about 30-40 pounds overweight. ... Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not crapping on overweight people... until I joined the Navy, I was one too.
Well, the night with the blonde in Ft. Lauderdale opened my eyes to the fact that none of the girls I had ever been with qualified into the 'OMG' area...
Now, before everyone starts thinking I'm an asshole, they didn't fall into that category because I didn't date for looks, For the most part, I looked at who the person was, not what they looked like.
Now, imagine being the type of person who wasn't after beauty like that... never had any hot women say anything to em... being happy with that... and then Fate throws something like Ft. Lauderdale at you. I know I couldn't stand someone without anything in their head, so I think it's really just a reaction to me being tempted by something I've never had... hense, why I wasn't sure I wanted to settle down.
I love Liz, there's no doubt about it... in fact, we were out to sea last week and I realized that I really did want to marry her... that was before I got the news she wasn't coming back tho. *shrug* and that phone call didn't make things any easier on me either
Right now I'm at the point where I just want to stop thinking about all the BS. Oh, and yeah, some uncomplicated sex wouldn't hurt either.
Yeah. I drank for 3 days at the place she worked, spending 6-7 hours in the bar... and spent a total of maybe $20. Was cool, I got to talk with all sorts of interesting people (one of the employees was 1st generation irish. omg, I *love* that accent!) Still, one of my friends said some stupid crap and all I ended up getting out of it was the free alcohol... which I'm not complaining about.
Thing is, the last night I got pretty retarded drunk... and later, after I puked my guts out, I had a revelation... yeah, funny how every Eureka! moment comes in the bathroom in one way or another.
Well, simply put, Liz is a wonderful person;cute, intelligent, funny as hell, lovable, etc. Her only drawback is she's about 30-40 pounds overweight. ... Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not crapping on overweight people... until I joined the Navy, I was one too.
Well, the night with the blonde in Ft. Lauderdale opened my eyes to the fact that none of the girls I had ever been with qualified into the 'OMG' area...
Now, before everyone starts thinking I'm an asshole, they didn't fall into that category because I didn't date for looks, For the most part, I looked at who the person was, not what they looked like.
Now, imagine being the type of person who wasn't after beauty like that... never had any hot women say anything to em... being happy with that... and then Fate throws something like Ft. Lauderdale at you. I know I couldn't stand someone without anything in their head, so I think it's really just a reaction to me being tempted by something I've never had... hense, why I wasn't sure I wanted to settle down.
I love Liz, there's no doubt about it... in fact, we were out to sea last week and I realized that I really did want to marry her... that was before I got the news she wasn't coming back tho. *shrug* and that phone call didn't make things any easier on me either
Right now I'm at the point where I just want to stop thinking about all the BS. Oh, and yeah, some uncomplicated sex wouldn't hurt either.