I once woke up one morning on a beach in Japan, sun burned and covered in bites and sand. I had been visiting my Marine boyfriend at the time and he and his friends had the great idea of camping out on the beach after a long day of drinking. Well turns out the guy who was supposed to pack our tents was an idiot (and had a missing tooth/bad haircut, but thats beside the point). Anyway, unbeknownst to us he packed a few bags of poles instead of the tent bags. Idiot. How he didn’t know the difference I still don’t know. So we ended up sleeping on the ground, 5 of us sharing the one blanket and 2 pillows that I packed for my bf and I. I fell asleep earlier than the others and had the privilege of sharing the blanket and pillow with just my bf, fortunate for me. It was a terrible night though. However, the morning more than made up for it when I found the 3 other Marines spooning each other and sharing the one extra pillow. I must say, it was oddly cute. I regret not getting a pic though. So classic. Gotta love Marines, or at least I do. Semper Fi.
The only person who has actively pursued me in the past month has been a 35 year old twice divorced father of 2. No thanks. I make fun of my friends for dating people like that. That would just be wrong. Not interested in baby mama drama. Plus he’s a misogynist, which is never cute. I don’t want to see your facebook posts about your love of Victoria’s Secret commercials #doublefail
So I was supposed to go on a date with a guy last Friday, great, finally time to get back out there. Well he then canceled on me last minute, due to an “allergic reaction to thyroid medicine”- umm gross. But fine whatever it happens I guess? Well we proceeded to reschedule for this Friday, but then I just got a text from him canceling again because he started dating someone else and doesn’t feel comfortable dating two people at once. So my question is, when did he start dating said person? It was ok last Friday but it is not ok 4 days later?! Did they meet in the hospital? haha Whatever, his loss right? #fail nonetheless
I once dated a homeless guy for a few weeks. Ok, so he wasn’t technically “homeless”, more of a couch surfer but still, same concept. Anyway, before he stopped calling me, yeah that’s sort of embarrassing, I invited him over to watch Netflix. After giving him the grand tour of my apt he told me that my place was nice, but that my room was messy. Let me note that I had just cleaned my room. I then thought to myself whatever, so what if my room is messy, at least I have a room and not just a shitty old couch and a backpack. Alas…If only I had said that, I might have ended up with at least a shred of dignity and understanding when he disappeared off the face of the earth. Sometimes I wonder whose room he is insulting these days…
Note to self, never date a homeless man/wanderer/couch surfer/waiter #lifelessons
I was once asked out by what I can only describe as “the adult gerber baby”. I swear he looked just like the kid in the ad only pushing 30. It creeped me out. Well, that and the fact that I had only been talking to him for 30 seconds before he thought it was ok to ask for a date…smh
“Six months ago, Taylor [Morris] was serving our nation in Afghanistan. And as a member of an Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team, his job was one of the most dangerous there is: to lead the way through territory littered with hidden explosives; to clear the way for his brothers-in-arms.
On May 3rd, while out on patrol, Taylor stepped on an IED. The blast threw him into the air. And when he hit the ground, Taylor realized that both his legs were gone. And his left arm. And his right hand.
But as Taylor lay there, fully conscious, bleeding to death, he cautioned the medics to wait before rushing his way. He feared another IED was nearby. Taylor’s concern wasn’t for his own life; it was for theirs.
Eventually, they cleared the area. They tended to Taylor’s wounds. They carried him off the battlefield. And days later, Taylor was carried into Walter Reed, where he became only the fifth American treated there to survive the amputation of all four limbs.
Now, Taylor’s recovery has been long. And it has been arduous. And it’s captivated the nation. A few months after the attack, with the help of prosthetics, the love and support of his family, and above all his girlfriend Danielle, who never left his side, Taylor wasn’t just walking again. In a video that went viral, the world watched he and Danielle dance again.
I’ve often said the most humbling part of my job is serving as Commander-in-Chief. And one of the reasons is that, every day, I get to meet heroes. I met Taylor at Walter Reed. And then in July, at the White House, I presented him with the Purple Heart. And right now, hanging on a wall in the West Wing is a photo of that day, a photo of Taylor Morris smiling wide and standing tall.
I should point out that Taylor couldn’t make it here today because he and Danielle are out kayaking. In Taylor we see the best of America—a spirit that says, when we get knocked down, we rise again. When times are tough, we come together. When one of us falters, we lift them up. In this country we take care of our own—especially our veterans who have served so bravely and sacrificed so selflessly in our name. And we carry on, knowing that our best days always lie ahead.”
—President Obama on Veterans Day
Amazing story of this man and his girlfriend. So inspiring. God Bless America. Support the Troops!