- 02
- March
- 2009
Don’t die, Bunny :(
Posted in : Life, Romance, WarcraftI have had friends serve overseas before. I have had them serve in Kuwait and in Somalia. Afghanistan. But none of them have ever had me so worried as I am right now for a friend in Iraq. Hell, I used to to date the one who’s over in Afghanistan, and I don’t worry about him as much as I do this other friend. I guess it’s just my ‘tour is almost over’ fear – the closer the tour is to ending, the more bad shit happens.
Maybe it’s just that I actually talk to my friend in Iraq more than I do/did the others; the simple fact he is off base for two days on a mission has my stomach knotted with worry. On the positive note, him warning me woke me up since the messages went through msn to my cell phone. I had forgotten to set my alarm.
Also positive is with him marching in the crabbly scrabbly desert, I’ll get some sleep. I stayed awake and online for 26 hours because I wanted to talk with him.
I’m not in love, but it’s a serious case of crush. I feel like a 10 year old screaming in line at a New Kids on the Block concert. OMG, Jon Knight is SO hawt! SQUEE! all over again.
I guess it’s good that I’m logical enough to know this is just some fanatically tenacious crush, but it doesn’t help my heart any. My heart, stupid brainless thing it is, thinks it’s in love which has it in panic mode. Maybe a few days without talking to this friend of mine will help me get through this awkward crazy-crush stage also because I really would like to stop flinging myself at him like he’s the first man this amazon-maiden has ever seen. When I’m not talking to him I’m embarassed at myself and the desperation I must be displaying on a 50 foot tall projection screen, but as soon as I begin talking to him I’m thrilled and excited and beyond having control of my “FLING SELF AT POTENTIAL MATE” complex.
Oh well. HE knows, and he seems patient enough to bear through it until I calm down. So long as he avoids the IEDs, it’s all good. And that terrifies me. I’ll feel so silly when he contacts me, but right now my heart is making itself a bed in my throat; I think it means to stay there. Stupid mission.
Note to self: Don’t marry military, you’ll die of fear. Marry military, but wait until they’re recently out of the service. That way you get the body, the brains, and no IEDs. I like this version better. Why say no to abs?
