A Couple More Bad Boyfriends...And Scott

I went through a couple more crappy boyfriends...though none quite compared to the gem that was Tim. Jeremy cheated on me the entire time we were together...with a girl named Heidi - pure laziness, I think. Frankie was great, except that he'd break up with me every couple of months (in a ridiculously dramatic fashion) and then came crawling back a few days after I was done eating mountains of chocolate, filling army-issued notepads with sad love poems...oh - and torturing my poor roommate with country music and Celine Dion. And I was self-destructive enough to keep taking him back until he finally left the island.

Then I met Scott. I was at a bar in Waikiki with my girlfriend Karman (who slept with Tim while I was dating him. I forgave her because A: he was married and I was already the proud owner of a first-class ticket to hell, so who was I to judge? and B: She was literally my only female friend on the island of Oahu - so I had to exercise a certain amount of tolerance). Anyway - we were at this bar where Scott and his buddies were hanging out. Scott was sitting at the bar and his friends were playing darts. He was so handsome. The moment I laid eyes on him (cliche', cliche', cliche'...I know...) I knew I was going to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him.

The only problem? He was an officer; I was enlisted, and there was a new law making such relationships illegal. So our dating could get us both court-marshalled...as could have my relationship with jerk-face Tim. What can I say. I laugh in the face of danger. Not really. We had a couple of close calls when he was dropping me off at my barracks in the morning and we got pulled over by the MPs - or had to go through a guard shack. But luckily neither of us got thrown in jail.

As I predicted, we fell madly in love and had the most amazing few months before I left Hawaii. (By now I'd been there for two and a half years. Jeesh - did you think I had four boyfriends in six months?!) Leaving was tough. Scott had 18 more months in Hawaii and I was medically discharged and on my way back to Boston. We were going to have to do the dreaded long-distance thing. And that wasn't all. I was going to have to get a job and find a place to live!

As an Aside...

I know I'm jumping ahead - but just in case any of you are trying to figure out where to get married on a relatively low budget... Check out http://www.hawaiiweddings.com/. Captain Howie does a great job - and the pictures are amazing...to be revealed in a later blog.