The Untold Non-Bachelor Stories

Ok so many of you are requesting to hear about the non-bachelors that I have.... ummmm.... come across during my journey. Let me preface by saying 1) After you are with someone for so long and they break your heart you don't really utilize your common sense to the fullest degree, 2) After a breakup you just want to have some damn fun- God knows my ex had turned into an old fart toward the end (perhaps a little Viagra might have helped him- oh yeah I just went there), 3) I am not, nor have I ever been a wild woman. I have been a pretty conservative girl to be quite honest (hard to believe, I know). So don't judge me (especially you mom!).

I've had a friend for over 7 years who is in the military. We had kept in touch off and on over the years. He's based out on the East coast and he actually came out to pay me a visit right after my breakup (he was visiting his family out here so he stopped by to see me since he was on this side of the country). It was Cinco de Mayo to be exact and we had a great time. A few weeks later we were chatting and I mentioned that I had a 4 day weekend coming up for Memorial Day. He too had a 4 day weekend and said "You should fly out to visit." Well, I had an airline credit since I was no longer going to Hawaii (thanks to my douchebag ex-boyfriend), and I was feeling particularly spontaneous. So that night I booked a flight to Baltimore and left the next night. Never in my life have I just spontaneously booked a flight anywhere to see anyone. But I couldn't have been happier that I did it. We had so much fun sightseeing and visiting DC, especially since it was Memorial Day it was even more meaningful. I know it might be hard for some people to understand why I just took off and didn't really tell anyone. But once you've been through something so hard and heart breaking, sometimes you just want to disappear and have an adventure and not tell anyone, because there will always be those who judge you or say "You're crazy," "You're reckless," "You're stupid." I did not want anyone to poo poo my trip or my experience. It was one of the most memorable trips of my life and I think being with him helped me get over my ex-boyfriend faster than I would have if I hadn't seen him. He made me feel good and it gave me hope.

The next non-bachelor story is one that I am not too proud of, but it makes for a fun story so I am compelled to share. The weekend after the 4th of July (right before I began dating any bachelor) my best friend and I took a weekend trip to San Diego. It was the weekend after I had just gone to Vegas, so I was feeling particularly party animalish. Well those who know me are aware that I am obsessed with guys in the military. I have been obsessed since I saw Pearl Harbor (I wanted to be a military nurse after I saw that movie because it was so romantic). I went to San Diego on a mission to find some cute Marines to talk to. The first night we ended up going to a bar where we met some random English guys. One of them was nice, one was boring and the other looked like he had a stick up his ass and thought the UK was better than the US (as if!). We didn't hang out with them for very long. We began walking around the Gaslamp district and wandered into this hole in the wall Mexican bar that had karaoke (score beans!). As soon as we walked in there was a group of good looking Marines right at the bar. My friend, being the amazing wingwoman that she is, walked over and just introduced us to them. We immediately began chatting it up. The guys were buying us drinks, we sang karaoke, all around it was a fun time. There was one guy in particular that I was talking to, I call him Kyle #1. He seemed more reserved but was cute and we exchanged numbers.

The very next night my friend and I were walking past the Mexican bar we had been to the night before. All of a sudden I hear a group of guys yell my name. I didn't realize who they were so I looked over, smiled and waved. My friend asked "Do you remember who they are?" I said no. She said "They were the guys we were talking to last night." Whoops! So we went back to the bar and said hello. They were outside smoking so we went inside to get a drink. One of the guys from the night before came up to me and said Kyle wanted to talk to me. Well I assumed it was Kyle #1 from last night. So I went outside and began chatting with him, and he seemed a bit standoffish. I thought it was odd so I went back inside the bar and found a table. Suddenly a young, good looking guy sat down next to me and began talking to me. He said his name was Kyle. HE was the one who wanted to talk to me apparently. From then on I named him Kyle #2 (or sometimes I referred to him as Kyle Also). He was a fun guy, from the Midwest (as most of them were) and was very flirtatious. He bought me a few drinks, we sang karaoke with his friends- it was a fun night. I quickly discovered that he was only 21. Yes, barely legal to drink! When he asked how old I was I lied and said 26, because what 21 year old wants to be hanging out with a 30 year old? (granted I still look like I am 24 to 26, but still). I don't really want to go into more details of this story, but before I turned 30 my friend and I made a list of things we wanted to do in our 30s. On my list I wrote "Have a cougar experience." Well if a 30 year old conquering a 21 year old isn't cougarish then I guess I have failed. Kyle #2 texted and called me several times over the course of several months after that weekend. What can I say, I'm a charmer. One weekend he unexpectedly took the train up from San Diego to where I live to come pay me a visit (he was with a friend and he had never been up to LA before). He's like a little puppy that just wants your attention. I haven't heard from him since. His unit was being sent to Afghanistan, so I just hope he and his buddies are all well. What can I say, I'm patriotic.