I'm posting an awful lot today.

I was thinking - don't ask why, because I'm not sure how it popped up - about some of my old boyfriends, so I'm going to write about them. The important ones, anyway. I remember them all, but some of them aren't worth going into detail over.

Saul - The first guy I ever loved. Met him when I was 15. He wasn't really attractive (perhaps not at all, really) but there was something about him I really liked. The fact that he skated didn't hurt. Skater boys made me weak in the knees back in the day. He and I lasted a long time...could have been years if my mother hadn't taken it upon herself to forbid me from seeing him ever again. She still hated him even after he saved my sister from alcohol poisoning, but that's another story. I remember lots of things about him, but perhaps most of all one time when we were sitting in his room alone. They were getting ready to sell his house, and they'd painted over the walls. (His walls were covered with scribbles, poetry, whatever people wrote on it.) I was feeling really sad because it didn't feel right in there anymore with the walls blank, and he showed a spot in tiny print down near the floor where he'd wrote something to the effect of how he loved me. I wish I remembered the exact words, it was sweet enough to make me cry. He moved after we broke up, and though I saw him from time to time, he'd become a total ego-centric brat and we never patched things up.

Dave - otherwise known as rebound guy. We dated for a while, went to watch movies and layed on the floor in front of the screen, where he told me I kissed like a cold fish. (I proved him wrong later.) He wasn't bad, got me a black rose for Valentine's like I wanted, but I broke it off with him because I realized I wasn't really that into him. Plus, he spit his gum into my hair once when we were getting high. I think he decided he was bi later... I haven't seen him in years. I'm sure he's still around the old hometown somewhere.

Josh - Ah, Josh. There's a ring of hell reserved for this guy, I'm certain. I met him when I was exiled to the wastelands of Nebraska. He started off really nice. Things got especially uncomfortable after he got back from his stint in the Mental Hospital. Then he started cheating on me at every opportunity. I was at a party at his house once when we were -not- together (Yes, maybe that was asking for it, but it was an extremely small town and it was a party, I couldn't not go.) and was flirting with this guy from Mission. He got mad and threw me down on the couch and was about to punch me in the face when everyone jumped on him. We fought a lot... usually because he was cheating on me or pawned my stereo or gave some guys the keys to my car. He put me through the wall of his charming mobile home. I hate him. Last I heard he had issues with heroin and was wanted for back child support. I hope he's in prison, really I do.

Bama - otherwise known at Matt. (Bama, Alabama, see? But he wasn't from Alabama. Hell, I didn't give him the name.) We didn't really date. I met him during my short time at college. Flirted a lot, got close, and then he told me he wasn't ready for a relationship. Apparently there was some miscommunication about what that meant to me and what that meant to him. After that, we made a few attempts but never got it together. He was a cowboy, and very not my type, but I guess I was interested because I saw something else in him. Cowboys do not get into The Pixies and Smashing Pumpkins, not in Nebraska anyway. Plus when he shaved his head, he really did remind me of Billy Corgan. If he followed through with his plan, he's a doctor now. One night we met up at a party, went off to talk and work a few things out, and ended up laying on the lawn in front of our dorms at 3 in the morning watching the stars. He was a really sweet guy.

Jeremy - He's the one that I still feel regret when I think of. I met him after Bama. 3 days was all it took. I've talked about him on here before, so I don't see a reason to go deep into that now. What bothers me the most is that I lost an amazing friend along with the boyfriend, and I would do almost anything to have that friend back. That's what an amazing guy he was.

Then comes my husband... it took him 3 years of living together to decide he was willing to try that crazy marriage thing again. He says he knew I was it the first time I really kissed him, but I say it's the time I took him out in the backyard and flipped him over. I was incredibly cocky at that point in my life, and I told him I was gonna take him on. I think he even threw gravel in my face. Anyway, so after I beat him down he was laying on the ground, motionless, saying "I think I'm in love..." and then our friend came up and poured beer on his face. So that's the secret, girls. Guys want a woman who can kick their asses. Do that, and everything else will fall into place.

Hey, that was kind of fun after all. You should tell me about your significant others. It could be good for you too.