anchors away...

the Lt and I are OVER.
O-V-E-R
not that anything tangible ever really began...
the weekend was a distaster from start to finish. so bad that i left early.
and i cried.

damn yankees

an officer and a gentleman

there's a reason why women swoon over movies with military men.
i dont know what it is wtih this year...i've never dated a military (or ex-military) guy in my life before but suddenly God has bestowed 2 upon me.
one turned out to be a douchebag. and i mean that in the nicest way possible ;-)
the other, however, has definite bf potential.
he's cute, smart, has goals, is motivated, has same small-town upbringing, family oriented, Christian, and is pretty damn HOT too. Yum :-D

and to put a cherry on-top, we had an aMaZiNg 1st date. winery, romantic Italian restaurant, walk through beautiful park in full bloom. good making out ending (yeah probably too fast, but who am I to stop a good thing going....?)
here's to hoping that he calls within that damn 3 day rule

southern men

Men, not boys, with the right upbringing and manners are in short supply.
Say what you will about the South and our bass-ackward ways – you can’t find gentlemen better than the ones raised below the Mason-Dixon line.
Their mommas’ raised them to open doors, call for dates (not by facebook, email or text), and to pull out your chair at dinner.
They offer to buy dinner, walk you to your door, and – if you’re lucky enough to get a kiss – you get “kissed often and by someone who knows how” [Rhett Butler, Gone with the Wind].

Personally, I like my men tall, dark and handsome – just like my drinks.
(somewhat ironic since the guys I've dated were blonds – could be why it didn’t work out ;-)