There were some questionable choices. No need to review them all. But there was one...even now, I think of him fondly. Not because I loved him (or even liked him, really). It's because he made me laugh so hard I almost peed myself. A lot. But he wasn't funny on purpose. Which is why he was so awesome. Graduation was just down the road, plans for traveling to Europe had been made, and when J. came along I was less concerned with our potential compatibility than the fact that he was 28 (old!), still in college (winner! wait, what?) and from the bayou (native!). Also, he was a Marine, and in a frat (totally normal when you're almost 30). Oh, and a bodybuilder. More on THAT later. Until then, my dating pool had consisted of northeastern imports like myself or southern "gentleman" which I found to be an oxymoron, really. So all of "this" was weird and/or interesting and so, of course, I was all in....stay tuned.
I didn't date that many guys before I met my husband. High school was sort of a dry desert (that's what happens when no one teaches you how to apply make-up correctly and also, you are a dork). I had a steady boyfriend for a lot of college, and I met my husband right after. But! Don't panic! When I say I had a boyfriend for a lot of college, it wasn't ALL of college, and I tried my damnedest to get my number into the double digits the moment we broke up. And also, before we met. What, you didn't? Liar.
There were some questionable choices. No need to review them all. But there was one...even now, I think of him fondly. Not because I loved him (or even liked him, really). It's because he made me laugh so hard I almost peed myself. A lot. But he wasn't funny on purpose. Which is why he was so awesome. Graduation was just down the road, plans for traveling to Europe had been made, and when J. came along I was less concerned with our potential compatibility than the fact that he was 28 (old!), still in college (winner! wait, what?) and from the bayou (native!). Also, he was a Marine, and in a frat (totally normal when you're almost 30). Oh, and a bodybuilder. More on THAT later. Until then, my dating pool had consisted of northeastern imports like myself or southern "gentleman" which I found to be an oxymoron, really. So all of "this" was weird and/or interesting and so, of course, I was all in....stay tuned.
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Who is this person and why should I care?You probably shouldn't. You spend too much time on the internet anyway. Stop reading and go outside! But, this is the section where you have to say something about who you are...My name is Jhana (pronounced like the "J" in Bonjour, so everyone who knows me and calls me Jaaaahna, now you know). I live in the 'burbs of Boston with my husband and 2 kids, so yeah, with my 3 kids. I have a lot of things spinning around in my mind so instead of talking to myself in the mirror while I brush my teeth, I thought I would do what every other person does who thinks what they gave to say is AWESOME and for whom Facebook just wasn't enough. That's right-I said "whom." Archives
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