Disclaimer: I’m sorry for the cliché title, but I honestly couldn’t think of anything else that sounded as cute as this cliché of a Taylor Swift song.
The 22nd of June was like any other Monday night. We probably had some pizza or Mexican food before getting ready; Aoife, Maîre, Heather and I got ready together, you know, girl time. B and Trev got ready in jiffy per usual, and trust me girl time and jiffy are rarely actually used in my vocabulary.
The only picture I have of this crazy night.
Anyway, we showed up to karaoke night around 10:30pm, like we usually did, we immediately signed up to sing and started drinking the night away. I’m not entirely sure when W came up to me but I remember singing and dancing with Aoife all night, so it obviously came up at some point. I remember talking to W, not sure what about – all I really remember from the first intro was him saying he was a sailor and that he was leaving to Mexico day after tomorrow. Which to me meant, make out buddy for the night.
By the end of the night, we’d made out for the majority of the night and I had no intention of ever seeing him again. Aoife, on the other hand, made out with W’s friend and kept in contact with him. Turns out their in the Coast Guard – this, I couldn’t remember; when W mentioned he was a sailor, I didn’t catch the implication of that meaning he was in the USCG.
And for a week, I heard nothing from W, nor did I care. I was onto the next random dude I could make out with for the night (because, shamelessly, yes I’m the drunken-make-out-friend). Then, turns out, they used fake names because they can some how get in trouble if/when they go out – I never really understood this part, but something in me felt violated, so I texted him a bit of a strongly worded text message as to why the hell he used a fake name. Turns out, he was too drunk to use a fake name.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is where some gut feeling of mine started nagging me about staying in contact with him. I’m not too sure when or why, all I remember is that every time he’d text, FaceTime, or snap chat I had to respond. At first, we’d talk every few days (I didn’t want to interrupt him at his super important job in the USCG), then it became more regularly, then daily, then phone calls turned into three hour conversations, then me blushing to my mom and telling everyone that would listen about him.
He told me all about growing up in Kansas and currently being stationed in Alaska, I told him all about my life in San Diego; from beach bumming to school, and everything in between. This was the first guy (spoiler: it’s about to get sappy) that I felt really connected to, living so far apart made us get to know each other on a different level then the guys I’ve dated in San Diego. Long distance pushed my patience but also challenged my comfort zone, I had to get used to late night phone calls again (I hadn’t done that since middle school), and FaceTime (I’m not a fan of selfies, it’s weird to me, half the time we’re on FaceTime I’m trying to make sure I look presentable and that there’s enough light). Yet, I could be my complete self with him, I was a goof ball when I was in a silly mood and witty when I’d watched one too many episodes of Gilmore Girls.
Eventually, in September, I knew I loved him. I knew I wanted him and a life with him more than I’ve ever wanted anything remotely close to that with any other guy. That scared me, he was all the way in Alaska and I was still in San Diego (with no chance of leaving until I finished my BA).
So, we began a long distance thing. We weren’t certain about a relationship, he was in Alaska and I in San Diego, how was that going to work? Then (sorry for all the then’s in this post), I made my way up to Alaska for a weekend visit from the 28th of October to the 1st of November. It was insanely cute, he took me to the zoo the first day I was there and showed me all over Homer. I even made a video about the trip, here. It snowed, which was crazy for me since I hadn’t seen snow since I was a preteen. I got to meet his two best friends he’s always talking about. He gave me a tour of his boat. We had one trick-or-treater. Watched lots of Narcos on Netflix. And continued the make out session that had started back in June.
We made it official on Halloween and it’s been back to long distance phone calls and FaceTime dates ever since. Our story gets pretty generic right about here, we’re working on him coming down in February and May. I’m thinking of heading up there in the summer. Bigger news: he may be transferring down to San Diego between next summer to the summer of 2017. But I already told him (you, if you’re reading this) that if he can get transferred to California, I’d transfer to the nearest CSU to him.
“Then” is used 16 times in this post, does anyone have really good synonyms for then?