The Promised Update
Rock. From the Audio Secrecy album, released in 2010. More info from Wikipedia.
I know it's a little alter than I thought it'd be, but it's here nonetheless.
Topics to address: (copied straight from my last update)
» Recent changes in personal life.
» Thoughts about Cassie.
» Date gone bad.
» Friends.
» Sex (more of a what-the-fuck subject, I know).
All right, let's start with the changes in my personal life. As of recently, I've been slowly coming out of my shell and started to talk to women. There's this one chick that lives in Pennsylvania that I've been talking to for the past couple weeks, and things between us are going somewhat smooth. I mean I won't lie, we haven't been talking much for the past week as we were when we first started talking, but I can't help but to smile when I hear from her. Her name is Brittany and she's strikingly beautiful. She's a little older than I am (by a little, I mean a couple years), but I'm not letting it deter me. She's an intellectual person who knows how to hold a solid conversation, she's somewhat of a video game geek (MAJOR brownie points there), and she's not afraid to throw a couple beers down the hatch (another plus). We recently had a little friendly bet, fighting over what color is better. The terms were: If I were to win the bet, she'd agree to a phone call with me; should I lose, I have to play a Justin Bieber song the next time I'm on air, making sure she's tuned in to hear. Needless to say, I won the bet. We all know blue is better than green. Therefore, she owes me a phone call sometime soon, although I wouldn't be surprised if this fell through like the little late I had.
And on the notion of a date that fell through, I found out there is this girl (named Hanna) that lives in Waterford. Her and I have also been talking for a couple weeks, but with her being in Florida (opposed to Brittany in PA), it was much more feasible to meet up. Therefore, we set a little date (if it can be called that) since I was headed down to Florida over the weekend. We were going to meet up at the Town Center and get some lunch, nothing more. Basically, I showed up at the time I said I would - a little earlier actually - whereas she did not. I sent a text to her, but never got one back. I waited for a bit then came to the inevitable conclusion that I was stood up, so I ended up watching a movie by myself (because I wasn't quite ready to head to Cassie's at that point). I watched Little Fockers and found that even though it was pretty funny, it was also pretty stupid. I got a text from Mike just as the movie ended saying that he was outside (we'd sent a couple texts to each other trying to figure out where we were so that we could meet up - he's on pre-deployment leave back in Florida for a bit). I didn't waste any time meeting up with him, where we talked shit to one another, then set out for Chick-Fil-A. We hung out for about an hour or so, catching up on old times, comparing our cars and our sound systems in them (his car can beat mine in a quarter-mile sprint, but my car's audio can drown his out) and gawking at the countless underage chicks that frequently inhabit the Town Center, just like it was before Mike and I got out of Orlando. Before long, I found that it was about 4 PM, so I figured that I'd get out of dodge and set out for Cassie's, especially since Mike was looking to get back home to his old lady. Right before I set out for Cassie's, Mike convinced me to buy him a little bit of alcohol for the evening (it was New Year's Eve and Mike's underage, therefore he asked his good friend (of which completely condones underage drinking) to get him some booze), so after I got him a small bottle of Southern Comfort, I took off. It was good to see Mike again - the sad reality is that if something unfortunate happens to him in Afghanistan, that will have been the last time I got to see him.
Setting out on the road for Cassie's, I completely forgot about the fact that Hanna stood me up, and I didn't let it occupy my brain housing group until I got to Cassie's. It felt good to see her again, even though it had only been about a month and a half since we last saw each other. We talked for a little bit before deciding that it'd be a good idea to watch a movie to pass time, although we figured it'd be better to watch the movie at the theater as opposed to at her house. When we got to the theater, the only movie that really caught our eye was Yogi Bear, so we decided that was the movie to watch. The unfortunate part about it was that the movie didn't start for another hour after we bought tickets, so we had to find a way to kill an hour. Of course, this wasn't a problem; we just walked over to Applebee's. After dinner, we walked right back over to the theater, and found that the movie was just about to start. The movie itself was funny, but the little kids that were close to where we sat were funnier; the simple reason being that Cassie and I readily agreed that they had no idea who Yogi Bear was - it was all WAY before their time.
By the time we got back to Cassie's house, it was getting late. Of course, this didn't deter us from staying up and drinking - once more, it was New Year's and I once again supported underage drinking by buying Cassie some rum and Coke. I tried to find some Smirnoff, but everywhere was sold out of it or didn't have it on their shelves, so I didn't waste any more time than what was deemed necessary. Of course, I had my Bud Light, and I was perfectly content with it. Since Cassie doesn't have cable, we didn't really get to watch the ball drop, but this didn't bother us. We passed the time playing Mario Kart on her N64, all the while drinking and laughing and having a good time. I don't remember the exact time we both decided that we'd had enough, but it had to be later than 1:30 in the morning. Cassie pulled out the little bed in her sleeper sofa and with me being pretty buzzed, I didn't waste time passing out. To be honest, that was the first time in a while where Cassie and I didn't sleep in the same bed; while we didn't sleep in the same bed while she was up here in my room on base, every other time before that we had slept in the same bed. Come to think of it, I don't ever recall a time where we actually HAVEN'T slept in the same bed. Of course, I didn't let this bother me.
Saturday, Cassie had to work at noon. We woke up somewhat late in the morning Saturday, talked for a bit, played more Mario Kart, then she got dressed and ready for work. Once done, I drove her up to work then returned to her house after dropping her off. I played a little Mario Kart by myself for a bit, then decided it'd be an ideal time to take a look at her car, like I promised. I spent about two hours working on her car, flushing her radiator, adding some Stop-Leak and refilling the radiator, as well as checking her spark plugs to make sure they were showing proper wear. Satisfied with the work I did to her car, I went inside to resume playing Mario Kart. I didn't even get to start playing before Cassie called me and said that she was off due to unnecessary labor at work. So I turned the N64 off and drove up to her work to pick her up. To be honest, I don't really remember too much of what happened in the afternoon on Saturday, but I do know that we went to Sonny's for dinner and stopped by Redbox to pick up a couple movies to watch at her house. We managed to watch one movie before we decided to call it a night, and once again I found myself sleeping on the couch, although I decided that I'd just sleep on the couch itself as opposed to the pull-out bed it contained.
We planned to head to Parkside Cafe for breakfast Sunday morning, so once we woke up, we got dressed and set out to eat. The service we got was sub-par, which was seemingly a recurring theme the entire weekend; the service was decent at Applebees, average at Sonny's, and Parkside was no exception. After eating, we returned to Cassie's house to finish the small bundle of movies we rented the night before. Unfortunately, time hauled ass (as one would expect when watching movies), so after we finished the last one, I had to force myself to leave so I could get back home at a reasonable hour. Cassie walked me out to my car, we exchanged a couple hugs, then told each other we'd see one another again in February.
This whole weekend with Cassie was completely different than practically all of the other times I've spent time with her, for the simple reason that we didn't argue at all. There was one point where she was a little pissed off on Saturday, but that was due to what happened at work and not something I did. In hindsight, I do believe that this was the first visit with Cassie in well over two years where we didn't argue, not even about stupid, insignificant nothings. Definitely a great visit and I hope we can have another just like it when I head down there in February. Of course, I still have a couple things I want to say about Cassie (hence why I said "thoughts about Cassie" needed to be mentioned)
I may be putting all my eggs in one basket by saying this, but I think that things are slowly starting to go back to how they used to be years ago, before I met Liz. I mean, think about it. We didn't argue, we laughed a whole bunch, we joked around, and hell, we even said that we loved each other (in a friend sense, mind you). To add fuel to that fire, she randomly gave me a hug and was like, "I'm glad that we've gotten over our issues and we can be best friends again." I won't lie, I was a little taken aback at this, but I embraced the hug, smiled and genuinely felt the same way she did. As a side note, I offered to take her to see Jeff Dunham live at the St. Pete Times Forum late February, and she didn't take more than one second to say she'd love to go. I don't know what happened and what sparked the change, but I'm not resenting it, even if I know that a second chance with her is all but unobtainable. I will be honest; she told me about this guy she met at work and how she might potentially get into a relationship with him, but I didn't mope over it. I felt the same way about said situation as she felt about me finally starting to open up and start filtering a relationship with her out of my mind (harsh to say, but it's reality as far as I'm concerned). It did make me jealous, but I didn't let it show.
What did piss me off, however, is something that she told me. Once more, I didn't let it show, but I was clearly pissed off. Apparently, her and Tyler have been talking again; she told me that he started texting her a couple weeks ago about how he has changed and all this other crap. I know I treated Cassie like shit at one point, but for fuck's sake, this kid constantly treats her like shit. It was a huge sigh of relief to hear that regardless of the two texting, she doesn't plan on giving him another chance. There was one instance however, that I found completely hilarious about the whole ordeal. While Cassie and I were at Sonny's (this is when I found out that her and Tyler had been texting), Cassie sent him a text saying, "I'm eating dinner, btw John says hi," at which she got a text back saying, "Oh you're back with John? You deserve so much better." When Cassie told me this, I openly laughed - again, I know I treated Cassie like shit and I personally feel that she deserves someone way better than me, but I also feel that I'm about 800 steps up from Tyler. Fortunately for me, Cassie agrees.
And because I've turned this more into a summary of the weekend as opposed to a list of things I wanted to cover (I have the tendency to do this anyway), I guess now's a good time to broach the last subject: sex. As I said before, this is more of a "what the fuck" kind of subject, but it's something on my mind, and it's actually getting to the point where it's driving me insane. I'm starting to feel somewhat sexually deprived. I haven't had sex in nearly two years (like I said in previous updates, November was a fluke and thus doesn't count as getting laid), and though I'm pretty sure I could have easily gotten laid within the time that has elapsed, I still do have standards. Ever since that "fluke" between Cassie and I back in November, the thought that I really haven't had sex in a while hits me practically every day. I go to bed at night thinking to myself, "Look at that, another day down in which I haven't gotten laid." Again, this really isn't a problem, as I'm more than certain I could find someone who's arguably just a desperate as me, but I still do have standards. I've dabbled in harlotry when I was in Japan, and it's not something I'm ever going to experience again. It's just not worth it and I don't think I'm THAT desperate. This may sound somewhat self-centered and I'm probably going to give off all kinds of negative vibes by saying this, but I'm just not used to such a dry spell as this.
I'm more than certain that this can be construed as "TMI", but Liz and I had sex practically every day after our first time. Boot camp rolled around, and of course I had to wait three months, but what happened after I got out? It was practically nonstop sex every chance we got. And Cassie? Personally, I turned her into a nympho. There's no way to keep track of how many times we had sex in just the first weekend we'd been dating, not to mention the weekend I flew her up to St. Louis before I left wrecker school nor the week Cassie and I practically lived together for a week in an extended-stay hotel room while I was on leave two years ago. But again, this is probably too much information, and I feel like I'm digressing anyway. The point is, I'm tired of this dry spell, if it can be called that. I think my desperation for a relationship has began to be replaced with a robust desperation to get laid. Wait, that's pretty contradictory to what I said towards the end of the previous paragraph. I STILL HAVE STANDARDS. Don't judge me.
I think that's it. I'm starting to ramble nonsense in my update, and that's a good indicator that I've said way too much. Besides, this is a hell of an update, so whomever reads this thing regularly will be getting a good read from this update.
I need sleep. At least this week is extremely skate for me in terms of work.