They all come back

Is it something in the air? Is my happiness giving off a signal that makes people from my past want to be a part of it? In the past 5 days, I have been contacted by Two Cents (my last boyfriend), Cale (my college live-in boyfriend), Brill (a guy I dated just before leaving Belfast) and Major (a guy who- get this- wanted to date me last Spring, even though he had a 12-year-old daughter and still lived with his ex-wife). Two Cents, Cale and Brill just wanted to see how I was doing, as they were recently thinking about me for some reason, and Major wants to buy me a drink before he is shipped off to Iraq. Which makes me want to give in and say okay, but that would just be weird... How did I meet this winner? Well.

Last summer was deemed the Summer I Got My Groove Back, according to Dagger. I was at Murphy's one night with Dagger and Minnie when I started talking to a crazy girl from the Naval Academy and her Marine friend. Before I knew it, I was sitting at a table full of Marines and having a great time. The girl from the Naval Academy and I hung out a good deal during the next month. We went to Sine's one time in Pentagon City, and when I returned from a trip to the bathroom, she had seated herself at a table full of Air Force pilots, who were dressed in their flight suits, by the way. One guy asked me if I had ever been on a motorcycle, and when I said no, he took me for a spin around the parking lot. He asked if I'd like to go on a ride sometime, and I figured that could be fun, so I said yes. I didn't realize that the ride would mean a 2-mile ride to Old Town for lunch. What is it with old men taking me to lunch/dinner when I don't realize that's their intention??? Well he has been texting me ever since, even though I told him I didn't care to hang out with him anymore- it was just too weird. But, that being said, I feel bad for not grabbing a pint with him before he heads off to Iraq. Oh well.

Some people need to realize that others cut ties with them for a reason. If something ends in such a fucked-up way and then you don't speak for awhile, just leave it. You have your own life, and I'm slowly but surely (actually, not that slowly, come to think about it) building a new and happy life for myself. The last thing I need is to get sidetracked by wondering why you're contacting me, how I should politely decline a pint, or why you think I would want to talk to you after you hurt me in many different ways. I don't care that much anymore, but I still don't really want to be reminded of it... you know? I have more important things to think about... like how I'm going to get everything unpacked.

But, here's just a bit of an email I received from Brill that I think is hilarious... "Hope you will be back on the little isle at some point and we can meet up and get subtly drunk on wonderous ales." Not much chance of that happening. Meeting up with him, I mean, not drinking in Belfast.