I've never been one for relationships. If you've known me for a good period of time you know that. I never saw the point. A few dates here and there and the occasional pseudo relationship were pretty much my bag. Love was for chumps and I really believed that. Then this Caroline person kinda came along and I don't give a fuck how cheesy this sounds because odds are that if you think I'm a pussy that I could whip you pretty good.... anyways, sorry for puffing my chest out a bit but the girl really did it for me. I mean really fucking did it for me. She's clearly too good for me smart as hell, honest as the day is long, and easy on the eyes. I know I've done the right things to make it work, but I'm still lucky. There were a couple times in my courtship of her when I thought someone ought ta hit her in the head with a mallet and ask her what she wanted to be with a chubby, hazmat worker for. Shit went good, really good, I felt like I had to convince her to fall for me. I guess I convinced her. She got a Fulbright scholarship to Brazil and that's kinda something that you have to do. Watching her leave was really hard, really fucking hard. Especially if you hang out on boats and in oil refineries doing roughneck ass work and you have no idea what a Fulbright even is. Why did they have to play that shitty Neil Diamond song on the radio right after I dropped her off at the airport? Long distance can be weird. You spend a lot of time talking and figuring out how to figure into each other's days. Patience is key... and patience is not something that I've really ever had much of. Anyways, I'm taking my second trip to Brazil in three and a half months on Wednesday. It's worked out well and she's coming back here December 1st. I guess at some point for the most part even the most reluctant want someone, I got me a good one.
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