Vent and Learn

I'm just going to jump in with both feet on this one..

   You know when you make a mistake, and you promise yourself that you'll learn from it and never let that happen again? Well, that is much easier said then done. Point and case: boys. (Sidebar: I don't want to sound all bitter about men, this is just what happened. True story)

  Just over a year ago, I meet this guy, and he isn't the "typical" guy that I'd go for, but there is just something about this one. He's tall, athletic, and just about to graduate from the Paramedic program. We go on a date that is just so cute. It's way too long to explain in detail, but like, you know when you have a cute inside joke that carries on throughout a relationship..so many of those moments happened on just the first night. Things go well, so freaking well! Turns out, he applies for a job in literally the middle of no where, and just leaves. If I was to drive a car to his house, it would literally take me 24 hours. Foolish me with no life lessons under my belt, I fly out to see this guy, have a fantastic weekend. Hello, red flag. He freaking moved for a full-time job, he won't want a relationship 24 hours away. Lesson learned. Boys who move, move on.

  About a year after that, I meet this other guy, and we happen to work together. And here's the catch about people you work with. You do the same job, you probably have the same interests and maybe even the same personality type. Regardless of chemistry, please avoid co-workers. One night, in his room, he breaks the news that he applied for a teaching job in the Yukon and got it. Boys who move, move on. But hey, I don't remember this. So things carry on with us, and it's the same kinda thing. We have fun going nowhere together, he makes every other guy seem insignificant..blah blah blah. The kicker is that he literally is a great guy, and the silly distance doesn't make letting go any easier.

  So whatever, he's gone. NEXT. I apparently learned NOTHING from the past two stories, because the next guy that comes along is a co-worker. This one was different though. I knew him from before we worked together, and he clearly liked me a lot more then I liked him. (That's not even conceited, it's true..I was "taking things slow"). But after he brings me flowers for my birthday, charms the parents and replaces my super important iPod, he gets under my skin and I start to fall for him. He applied for a 6-month job over sees. And once he comes back, he wants to apply to be a cop and be gone for another 8-months of training. FRIGGIN BOYS WHO MOVE?!?! 

  So the lesson here is, when boys are good, they move. My theory is that I should move. But that's as far as the theory goes, it really has nothing more to it then that, I just want to be the one to leave for something better. First I was left by an awesome guy, then I was left by a co-worker, then I was left by an awesome guy co-worker. Someone, PLEASE, learn a lesson from these stories. Someone should benefit.

Boys who move, move on.