The Forgotten Boyfriend

The other night, my husband and I were lying in bed, when he reminded me that he was not, actually, Boyfriend #3. After I thought for a minute, I realized that he was technically correct.  Somehow, I had completely blocked out the jerk who, for over a year I had called my boyfriend, until one day he took my heart and smashed it into a million pieces, set it on fire and then stomped on the ashes, just to make sure it was broken.

broken heart The Forgotten Boyfriend

Here’s how it all began… After N and I broke up, my BFF Erika and I went on a vacation.  We had just graduated from college, and before we joined the real world we wanted one last hurrah.  We were young, easily impressed, and ready to have some fun.

So we booked a cruise, packed our bikinis (and measuring cups), and we were off.  Of course, our first stop was the bar, where we met a super cute guy and his friend.  We started talking to them and they started buying us drinks (duh, we were adorable!)  (Allow me to digress for a moment about BFFs… everyone needs a friend who will ‘take one for the team’.  Erika TOTALLY did.  When said “cutie” and his friend wanted to hang out with us all week, she had no choice other than to put her game face on and attempt to make the best of it.  Thanks again girly!)

julia josh The Forgotten Boyfriend

:::Not my cutesst look:::

K (the super cutie) was too good to be true. He was sweet, he was successful, he was a gentleman, and he was totally in to me.  As life has taught me, (JULIA’S MATH: Anything in excess becomes a weakness.) The first red flag should have been the circumstances that sent those two guys on the cruise in the first place… The cruise had originally been booked as K’s HONEYMOON and when he couldn’t get a refund AFTER SHE CALLED OFF THE WEDDING WEEKS BEFORE, he decided to go anyway and take his friend. 

I was 22, and was not going to let things like a pesky ex finance’ stand in my way! He was perfect, and he was all mine! He lived in Florida, and I spent the next few months being whisked down to sunny, warm Florida from cold, snowy Chicago and treated like a princess.  (To be fair, it was way less expensive to treat me like a princess ten years ago than today. It was also way easier to impress me.) K even flew to St. Louis to treat my dad to a play-off Cardinals game when I wasn’t even in town!

snowy chicago The Forgotten Boyfriend

 

sunny florida The Forgotten Boyfriend

#UPGRADE

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Comments

  1. hey!! No fair!! ok, definitely coming back to read the rest tomorrow!!
    Mom of A and a recently posted..Jab (when) we met!My Profile

  2. Too good to be true. Hmmm, why does that phrase always come with the dun dun dun sound effect of doom?
    VandyJ recently posted..Random Tuesday ThinkingMy Profile

  3. Oh so mean to leave us hanging!
    Nicole @ Life’s a Beach recently posted..Old Settler’s PicnicMy Profile

  4. Oh, you are a tease. Supposed to be his HONEYMOON! (I am sadly shaking my head back and forth). Well, what can I say, you were very young.
    Gretchen recently posted..RTT: Bad Dogs, Tea Towel and StentMy Profile

  5. okay! Now I have to tune in tomorrow!!!
    Gina recently posted..Let’s Be Friends, RV Travel, Name That Tune, Hands Out Of My Pocket!My Profile

  6. Your husband is your last boyfriend, right? That’s all that counts! :-)
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  7. OMG you are such a tease! :) Fiiiiiiiine I’ll wait until tomorrow… *grumble grumble* ;)

    ‘See’ you tomorrow – can’t wait to read the rest of the story! :)

    Principal’s Office, Foxy Meltdown in the Dentist Chair, Crustache Sandwich Disguise and a Hunger Games Lunch – RTT Rebel

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