Raven
Diamond Member
Some of you already know about Link Removed, my boyfriend--though that moniker makes it seem like he's a cartoon character. We met online in a video game back in late April, and after a week of talking to him, we were getting plane tickets so that I could visit him where he's stationed in Hawaii. We had a blast, obviously. Camping at Bellows. Camping on some random mountaintop behind a shady Air Force installation. Squatting in the Pearl Harbor barracks because he asked me to extend my stay and I had nowhere else to go if I did. Hawaii State Fair. (Funnel cake. Then I covered him in confectioner's sugar because I sent it through this huge fan I saw.) I have all sorts of fun stories from that trip, some of them more X-rated than others, if you guys want me to share them.
But he kept talking about marriage! He asked me if I would be willing to. I said maybe one day. We spoke briefly of it, and I expressed that I felt he was moving too quickly in that department. Then he kept talking about our future together, like he was seriously thinking about the long-term. And he bought one of those 25 cent rings from a machine in the mall, and he got down on one knee and proposed with it. In the middle of the mall. People stopped and took out their phones, so it may be on Youtube somewhere. It's an adorable gesture and I let him put it on my finger. It wouldn't fit on my ring finger so he put it on my middle finger. There's something really ironic about that, especially after he announced to everyone on the smoke deck tha night that we got engaged. And I got to flip a bunch of sailors off under the pretense of showing them my ring. He brings marriage up a lot, even since I went back home (we talk on the phone and/or Skype every day that he's not underway or on duty.) I asked him last night if he really intends to tie the square knot with me during his visit. He said that he does, either that or ask me in a serious, meaningful way.
Welcome to the military. We rush into ill-fated marriages.
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt when I was a much younger girl and had recently got to my duty station at Ft. Wainwright. I got swept off my feet. Deployment killed things. Big surprise. The butthead cheated on me while I was in Iraq. So I was a divorcee by the time I was 21. I hate that word. Being called a "divorcee" implies that I'm 45 years old, living in the 1920's, and I go to Europe every summer to f*ck younger men. In America, rushing into marriage--especially at a young age--only happens in the military. Civilian couples seem to just cohabitate for like ten years before even thinking about getting hitched. But many of us stumble into what I like to call the "military marriage trap". It happened to me. I witnessed it happen to many others, either mil-to-mil or mil-to-civilian. Sometimes it worked, often it didn't. Sometimes it happened because of punch drunk love, sometimes it didn't. We all had our reasons at the time. It's a bizarre thing.
Part of me wants to go through with it. Hey, why the hell shouldn't my twenties be punctuated by a series of short-lived marriages? I'd be like Elizabeth Taylor. Totally rock star. Let's just do something crazy, and if it works then awesome, and if it doesn't then whatever. It's just another wacky story in my insanely wacky life. The wiser part of me is, of course, hesitant and wants him to slam on the breaks with all this marriage talk.
But he kept talking about marriage! He asked me if I would be willing to. I said maybe one day. We spoke briefly of it, and I expressed that I felt he was moving too quickly in that department. Then he kept talking about our future together, like he was seriously thinking about the long-term. And he bought one of those 25 cent rings from a machine in the mall, and he got down on one knee and proposed with it. In the middle of the mall. People stopped and took out their phones, so it may be on Youtube somewhere. It's an adorable gesture and I let him put it on my finger. It wouldn't fit on my ring finger so he put it on my middle finger. There's something really ironic about that, especially after he announced to everyone on the smoke deck tha night that we got engaged. And I got to flip a bunch of sailors off under the pretense of showing them my ring. He brings marriage up a lot, even since I went back home (we talk on the phone and/or Skype every day that he's not underway or on duty.) I asked him last night if he really intends to tie the square knot with me during his visit. He said that he does, either that or ask me in a serious, meaningful way.
Welcome to the military. We rush into ill-fated marriages.
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt when I was a much younger girl and had recently got to my duty station at Ft. Wainwright. I got swept off my feet. Deployment killed things. Big surprise. The butthead cheated on me while I was in Iraq. So I was a divorcee by the time I was 21. I hate that word. Being called a "divorcee" implies that I'm 45 years old, living in the 1920's, and I go to Europe every summer to f*ck younger men. In America, rushing into marriage--especially at a young age--only happens in the military. Civilian couples seem to just cohabitate for like ten years before even thinking about getting hitched. But many of us stumble into what I like to call the "military marriage trap". It happened to me. I witnessed it happen to many others, either mil-to-mil or mil-to-civilian. Sometimes it worked, often it didn't. Sometimes it happened because of punch drunk love, sometimes it didn't. We all had our reasons at the time. It's a bizarre thing.
Part of me wants to go through with it. Hey, why the hell shouldn't my twenties be punctuated by a series of short-lived marriages? I'd be like Elizabeth Taylor. Totally rock star. Let's just do something crazy, and if it works then awesome, and if it doesn't then whatever. It's just another wacky story in my insanely wacky life. The wiser part of me is, of course, hesitant and wants him to slam on the breaks with all this marriage talk.
