OH MY GOODNESS!
I started dating someone who will now and forever be referred to as shithead before I left Germany. HE wanted to have a long distance relationship. I told him it would be hard, but he insisted. So I said Alright, whatever. Hey, I really did like the guy, and dont I deserve some damn happiness in this life?
Well, things seemed to be going alright, until one day I get "THE EMAIL". You know the one, where the shithead is basically breaking up with you without EVER saying that he is breaking up with you? Yeah, well, I was pissed off. So I bought ticket for Germany and I went so he could tell me to my face.
So, I get to Germany, and I am all nerves and stuff, but I end up not even seeing shithead. I left him a note in his room that said "I was in town, thought I would stop by and say hi" and left my plane ticket stubs on top of it from my arrival. But I did this 2 hours before I got on the plane to leave.
But guess who I did see? Well, I called him and told him I was in Heidelberg, and the first thing he did when he found out where I was was grab some clothes, get in the car, and drive about 3 hours to spend the weekend with me.
Figure it out yet?
Yep, the ever famous penisman.
The one who didnt want me, got engaged to someone else, then realized he didnt want to marry her, who is now back from Iraq and stationed back in Germany, but not at the same place where we were stationed before. That PENISMAN.
Spent the weekend with me.
So, I asked him, why are you here?
He doesnt know.
COME ON MAN! JESUS!
He did admit that he misses me.
We went out and had a GREAT!!!!! time with friends.
We had some fun together as well, heh.
I did tell him he ruined my life, although that was more in jest than anything.
But yes, I did tell him EXACTLY how I felt.
And he STILL didnt walk away. He STILL stayed. I will never understand that man.
But, we stayed at this German Hotel that had a bathtub that I swear could hold 4 grown people in it, so I decided that I was taking a bubble bath.
Yes, he joined me, but no, we did not, uh, you know.
We took a 3 hour bath, and talked about all sorts of off the wall crap, we talked about his short lived engagement and what was going through his mind during all of that, and came to the conclusion that I am the best woman in the whole wide world.
And when I left, amazingly enough, I didnt feel at a loss. I didnt feel sorrow. I felt happiness for having seen him, for having been able to spend time with him. Time that I thought I would never have with him.
The whole way over there, since I was actually going to see someone else, I kept praying to God to please make it alright. Please just make it alright.
Funny how He answers prayers.
Because it is ok. Shithead is a shithead.
And I am still in love with the man who cant commit to anything.
But its ok.
At least, it is OK today.