I really need to try and update these more often, it always seems like so much happens in between the months that I add anything.
Really the only of note is this huge crazy story about the past year of my life that I really don't know where to begin so I apologize if this turns into a wall of text.
So I'd been seeing this girl since last July, not boyfriend/girlfriend, just dating. Around June she started getting really sketchy. She'd say she wanted to hang out and give me a date and time, then when the day came she wouldn't answer her phone or texts. After this happened for a third time I had basically written her off. After a few weeks of not hearing from her I get a text out of the blue from her new number, basically her saying that her last phone was dropping a lot of calls and messages. We talk again for a few more days until she disappears again and I don't hear from her until Mid-August.
So one Thursday night mid-august I'm out at a club with my friends and its 1am and I'm fairly drunk at this point. She texts me out of the blue, basically booty calling me and wanting to spend the night. So she comes and picks me up and we go back to my place yadda yadda. Next morning she starts asking me if I've been with anyone else recently, and I was honest, we weren't exclusive in my mind since I had asked her to be my girlfriend several months prior and she had said she wanted to keep things the way the were. But the morning after the booty call she starts talking about how she thought we were exclusive and she hadn't been with anyone else. Next few days she's texting/calling regularly again and she tells me she got a job working on the same base I work at, at the base gym.
So the next week she wants to hang out again, and again stands me up on that Friday so I text her telling her I'm done and I don't want to see her again. Saturday I happen to be hanging out with an old friend that teaches some of the classes at the gym and I was telling her about the situation and she responds with "Oh ya, I met her, but she's married."
So after my friends doing some digging the past few weeks I found out that she got married in July, 6 weeks before she booty called me. And she was engaged for most, if not all, of the time we were seeing each other. The guy is another military guy that just got back from an IA overseas (basically spent a year in the Middle East getting shot at). I told my chain of command about the whole situation and we managed to track the guy down, so my bosses told his bosses and I'm sure they've broken the news to him by now that his wife is a whore since we told them a week and a half ago.
And to add one more piece to fate's fucked up little puzzle, I went on a second date with a girl I've been talking to for the past couple weeks, and not only does she live in the same apartment complex as the married chick, she is like 2 buildings over from her and we drove past her parked car when I went to drop her off at the end of the night haha. I think the only thing that would've been funnier was if she was out walking her dog when I drove past, because I'm sure she knows by now that I'm the reason her husband knows she's a whore.
Really the only of note is this huge crazy story about the past year of my life that I really don't know where to begin so I apologize if this turns into a wall of text.
So I'd been seeing this girl since last July, not boyfriend/girlfriend, just dating. Around June she started getting really sketchy. She'd say she wanted to hang out and give me a date and time, then when the day came she wouldn't answer her phone or texts. After this happened for a third time I had basically written her off. After a few weeks of not hearing from her I get a text out of the blue from her new number, basically her saying that her last phone was dropping a lot of calls and messages. We talk again for a few more days until she disappears again and I don't hear from her until Mid-August.
So one Thursday night mid-august I'm out at a club with my friends and its 1am and I'm fairly drunk at this point. She texts me out of the blue, basically booty calling me and wanting to spend the night. So she comes and picks me up and we go back to my place yadda yadda. Next morning she starts asking me if I've been with anyone else recently, and I was honest, we weren't exclusive in my mind since I had asked her to be my girlfriend several months prior and she had said she wanted to keep things the way the were. But the morning after the booty call she starts talking about how she thought we were exclusive and she hadn't been with anyone else. Next few days she's texting/calling regularly again and she tells me she got a job working on the same base I work at, at the base gym.
So the next week she wants to hang out again, and again stands me up on that Friday so I text her telling her I'm done and I don't want to see her again. Saturday I happen to be hanging out with an old friend that teaches some of the classes at the gym and I was telling her about the situation and she responds with "Oh ya, I met her, but she's married."
So after my friends doing some digging the past few weeks I found out that she got married in July, 6 weeks before she booty called me. And she was engaged for most, if not all, of the time we were seeing each other. The guy is another military guy that just got back from an IA overseas (basically spent a year in the Middle East getting shot at). I told my chain of command about the whole situation and we managed to track the guy down, so my bosses told his bosses and I'm sure they've broken the news to him by now that his wife is a whore since we told them a week and a half ago.
And to add one more piece to fate's fucked up little puzzle, I went on a second date with a girl I've been talking to for the past couple weeks, and not only does she live in the same apartment complex as the married chick, she is like 2 buildings over from her and we drove past her parked car when I went to drop her off at the end of the night haha. I think the only thing that would've been funnier was if she was out walking her dog when I drove past, because I'm sure she knows by now that I'm the reason her husband knows she's a whore.