Who knows!?
So after the debacle of my Friday and half of my Saturday dealing with the Cornflake I woke up on Sunday morning and decided I would set-up a call to ensure a Sunday date. (Actually, I talked to this guy on Saturday and we decided to hook up on Sunday but I was basically supposed to call him to confirm since I had cancelled on him 6 times in the last month and hadn’t seen him since 2004.)
I guess I should tell the background story first.
Well I met this man back in 2001. I was 19 and he was (counting on fingers) 22. I was back home from Howard for summer break. I met him while out at a casino. We talked. Talked. Eventually we went out on a few dates and then we were inseparable for the entire summer. I was basically at his house everyday. I would wake up and go to my summer job at Wet n’ Wild, he would go to his job on Base. Did I mention he was in the military (melts……..)?
Anyway, it was summer love; a summer fling. At the end of the summer I returned to Howard. He would call me often but I mean it was Howard, he came to D.C. to visit (he was originally from D.C) and I didn’t take the time to see him. By the time he came there I already had a boyfriend at Howard and I basically had moved on. Anyway.. fast forward to 2004. He gets out of the military (long story) and comes back to D.C. after a 2 year tour in Afghanistan. I met up with him but after 3 years apart he just seemed different. It might have been the time he served abroad, distance or time but I just wasn’t interested. Shortly after we reunited I started a relationship with a new dude that would last about 3 4 years. After that ended in 07 I thought about him but never took the effort to find him. This year no clue when I searched his name on Facebook and LOW AND BEHOLD I found him! We have been talking on FB for months, he then signed up for gmail so we could gchat..
Anyway, I’ll tell that tomorrow.
So we meet up on Sunday. He lives in Bmore now so he came down to me in my neck of the woods in Maryland. We sat and had a drink or 4 and ate dinner. We talked and talked and talked. It was sooo easy to talk to him that I kept asking myself why I took so long to reconnect with him. He talked about how he had missed me and felt I had been dissing him for years, etc. We talked about old times. That summer had a lot of firsts wrapped around it and especially him.
- first time I was ever handcuffed
- first time ever being in a waterbed ( I asked him if he still has waterbed luckily the answer was, no)
Anyway, after drinks and dinner we went back to my place and talked some more. One thing led to another and all of a sudden we were 19 and 22 again. It was a great way to end a WEIRD WEEKEND.
More on him tomorrow; I think his name will be lolliking.. mandingo.. no.. um SF for Summer Fling.
xoxo,
Jolie
