Chapter 3: Sailor Boy

So if you recall from previous posts, I had started a little, dating/whatever fling-thing with a Maine born, sailor boy named Marc around Halloween time. We hadn’t been dating for very long, however, before my little Gilligan decided to take a leave of absence from San Diego to return to his home in Maine for a couple of months of R&R.

Surprisingly enough, Marc and I kept up the communication while he was gone and made plans to continue hanging out once he returned to the west coast.

Initially, he told me he was due to make his grand Sandy Eggo reappearance at the end of January…

(…I hate admitting this, but in Marc‘s absence, I had sort of been holding off on dating other boys and was kind of waiting for him…strong emphasis on the “kind of.” I was obviously wide open to the idea of finding his replacement but I didn’t do a whole lot of active trolling. Plus, while he was gone, I totally romanticized the little rat because I am such a sucker for a love story where any form of pining is involved. Unrequited love stories are my favorite. So yeah, I was an eager beaver for Marc to return to San Diego so I could determine the ratio of truth to whimsical fantasy with my romarcticizations…)

But alas, he calls me one night in late January and informs me that it could be another month before he returns to San Diego. And then, when he finally does return, it might only be for 2 weeks.

…you can make that reality check out to Little Miss Pineshine for the amount of “It’s time to move on tout de suite.”

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