Staff Sergeant Dream Girl

I was going to put this in the update blog im working on but fuck it, this is worthy of having a separate post. So there was this reservist Ssgt(staff sergeant) that's been in the shop for a few days and she was a very pretty girl but of course me being the gentlemen that I am decided to keep things professional. I would say hi, and talk to her only when I needed to. After all it's not like work is a walk in the park. So I was out with some friends 2 nights ago and who do we see?! Ssgt Beautiful. They sit next to us and I meet her, we hit it off instantly. We drink and dance, but I'm a dumb ass who likes to get a little too drunk so i didn't REALLY get to know her. I see her the next day and it's back to being professional again which was ok with me, although; I'm not going to lie I was very attracted to her. I come to find out that this girl was like my dream girl. I legitimately believe God sent her down her for me. We have so much in common, her interests are essentially my interests, she's amazingly beautiful, and we're the same age doing the same job in the same Air Force. I truly fell in love, I've found my one and only. Now the joke in all of this, she leaves tomorrow. The reservists were only here partially and I met her two days before she leaves New Jersey. Perfect. My heart is pounding and I can't seem to stop smiling much less stop fidgeting. I've already planned out how I'm going to make this work. I'll try until I fail because I don't think I've ever felt more sure about anything in my life in a long time. The last sure thing was joining the Air Force. I have not felt like this since Vanessa. I just wish I didn't get so drunk and not get her number.

I'll follow my heart and I pray it leads me in the path of happiness. Truth be told I'm terrified and I haven't been terrified to talk to a female in a long time.

Wish me Luck.

Being blind and being stupid are completely different.

Some girls are really dumb. No correction, a batch of human beings are really dumb. You would think that we as creatures of emotion would flee from mistakes that hurt us, instead some people dive head-first into the same old shenanigans. To speak more informally for a moment.
You know what the problem with you is? You're the kind of girl that when she meets a guy, any guy she goes all crazy. You blow up your facebook(namedrop how lame) wall with how the stars are in your heart or some shit and how you had to fight so hard to get to this moment. Bitch shut the fuck! That's why you get hurt all the time, you meet someone and then fall so in love like this motherfucker just proposed to you or some shit. Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit! You're also the biggest hypocrite in the world, one minute you give your life to religion and it's made you a stronger person then the next minute your back to trying to get a train run on you by 10 black guys. RUBBISH!! I call rubbish! No one should ever take you seriously. Actually, I dont think anyone takes you seriously anyway. Thats probably why you have to resort to dating kids. KIDS! Motherfucking guys that are 6 years younger then you or some creep shit. You're going to try and lecture me about my lifestyle and how I need to find God then turn around and tell me you quit your job cause you were having sex with your boss everyday, then tell me your dating 2 guys at the same time. Not that I believed you, but I highly doubt it. I've seen your track record and your small time. {Now don't get me wrong, I in no shape or form condone a promiscuous lifestyle nor do I wish to portray the image that I'm some sort of spokesperson for the players club, but don't come preaching to the choir unless you actually got a pair of chops to back it up.} where was i? Oh thats right. I feel bad for you but at the same time fuck it. It's like watching a train wreck. You want to do something but at the same time it's a train wreck that shit would be crazy to see. I'm going to write on here in maybe a month. No, I'm giving you too much credit. I'll write on here in 2 weeks when you realize "Mr. Perfect 15yr old" wasn't your "Mr. Perfect". Then you go all over facebook(name drop again.Lame.) and write a new status every 2 minutes like anyone cares. "Not in the mood. Phone's off for tonight" bitch no one texts you anyway! I'm done for now.


UPDATE: 1 week. 1 week and you've already given up on love. Oh how i love being right.