Bubba, my inquisitive 4.5 year old, asked me several times today if I used to be a princess and if his Daddy fought a dragon to marry me. Maybe he’s seen Sleeping Beauty one too many times. Although Hubby didn’t battle a dragon, Bubba reminded me that it’s about time I told the story of boy meets girl, or boy meets Army girl in my case.
You should probably start at the beginning so if you haven’t already, click here.
I actually met Hubby in a freshman orientation seminar. How could I forget that 6’5″ gang-banger-wanna-be with six earrings, a baseball cap cocked to the side, basketball shorts sagged almost down to touch the tops of his knee-high blue soccer socks, and Birkenstocks to finish off his look. He will tell you to this day I wasn’t looking much better in my preppy-Mc-prepperson outfit.
I may have met Hubby the first day of school, but I became friends with him by dating his best friend, Cowboy. It’s horrible to admit, but while I was dating Cowboy I kinda couldn’t help but think that his best friend was pretty darn cute. Haus, aptly nicknamed as he was built like a house, made a major impression on me. Not only was he handsome, funny, and entertaining, he was extremely intelligent. Pre-engineering football player? Don’t find those every day.
Wait. Stop. I know what you’re thinking.
I dropped Cowboy like a sack of Idaho potatoes and skipped over to new boyfriend, Haus, at the beginning of my sophomore year, right? Like the “Choose Your Own Adventure” books I read as a kid, I would have loved to skip a few chapters back to “Happily Ever After.” Haus had other plans. In between my ROTC commitments and his football practices, we spent almost every day together and I thought for sure he was falling for me. Late one night in September, however he told me no. It happened right after I brought up where he saw us going, naturally in between flipping my blonde hair and batting my eyelashes. He gently shared how great he thought I was, but firmly stated he would never betray his friendship with Cowboy. We would have to remain friends.
Friends? FRIENDS? I, of course, told him that was what I wanted too, but behind closed doors I lamented to my roommate. Who did this guy think he was? You see, I considered myself pretty persuasive up to that point and had never really had a boy tell me, “I like you, but let’s be friends.” Even weirder, he still wanted to hang out with me, you know, like friends do. I was totally confused. When I had used that “friends” line, more times than I’d like to admit, it meant, “See ya later and probably not ever.” Several times a week, Haus still knocked on the door and ducked into my basement retreat to study or invite me to dinner at the dining facility.
As the year continued, I dated off and on, as did he, but we confided in each other as we faced problems in our dating relationships. It almost broke my heart when he told me he was falling for someone that lived on my hall and I remember telling a new boyfriend that I would have to see if my brother, Haus, approved of the new relationship. Looking back it all seems so confusing. Haus dating someone, me dating someone else, while at the same time deepening our friendship with each other. Oh, and did I mention I was still going to school?
My sophomore year meant harder ROTC commitments and I struggled every day in my pre-med classes. By March, I was exhausted. I knew I loved a couple things. Hanging out with Haus, the few English Writing courses I was taking, and singing with my girl band (Yep, I was in a chick band which I will have to write about later). I also really liked the increased challenges in ROTC, but felt like the one thing I dreaded was my major. Biology. Pre-medical school Biology. Did I really want to be a doctor in the Army? Something had to give.
To Be Continued…