From Europe with Love

After a summer of uncertainty I have come out pretty clear about what I want out of life,a better position and a new boyfriend. Let my ex-husband tell it  a new boyfriend is the last thing I need .

" You don't need to be involved with anyone with wants something serious," He demanded. " You want things out of life.You have goals"

" Yeah, yeah , yeah" I replied. " ....and I don't think it is my best interest to take love advice from you."

So ended the conversation and we haven't spoken since. Shortly thereafter, I  commenced to trollop around the world with my new beau. I broke all the rules with this guy.  I said I would never date anyone from Maryland because they are rude; the type of people that curse you out and then ask you for a bag of chips.  I also  said I would never date anyone from work  or  date anyone in the military. Now we are debating  moving in together.  I didn't even think I would like him until ihad a breadkdown and he whisked me away to Europe. It had completely slipped my mind that soldiers love to travel and have lived a great deal overseas. When I think of American soldiers the sophisticated James Bond type is not what comes to mind. A friend told me we are cut from the same cloth as we pondered how Jews can usually tell you  the capital of another country before thay can tell you the capital of North Dakota. I was drawn to him because my soldier surprisingly  has mad swag. I love his style and as we plan our fall wardobes we realized we both have a penchant for peacoats and hunting boots.

What's even better about this soldiers is that he loves hip-hop, foreign cars (he likes roadsters and I like sedans) and spoiling me. Outside of the way he holds me in his arms every night . I love his open mindedness and experience. I never met a man so  serious about me and about us. Someone who knows exactly how they want their life to play out and much like me isn't influenced by what the rest of the world is doing.  He has seen and done a lot in his life from fighting in Kosovo, to living in Germany and settling down in Atlanta. Which is where our story begins.

I meet him at work after swearing men off, I noticed an okay looking guy  who couldn't keep his eyes off me. I would flirt a little bit and we would talk, but nothing further than office conversation. After surrendering to a date, we kept seeing each other.He told me he was looking for something concrete and someone he could hold every night . Of course my answer was a  detached  "Okay." Things moved pretty fast and before I could blink he was sitting on my couch watching me dance to Twista and drinking Sentamental (a treasure of a tequila introduced to us when we were  escorted into a backroom at my liquor store and told to pull the curtain down.The tequila is better than Patron and was bought in cases when other liquor store couldn't unload them.)  As my private life fell apart and things at work got better  he held me down. It seemed I could do no wrong. Despite my endless stress out, he called me every night. So one night when I couldn't take it anymore I confessed to him.

"I'm so tired," I told him through tears. "I need a break."

Before I knew it I was on a plane to Germany and riding in an Audi every weekend to Amsterdam. When I said I needed a break I didn't expect foreign travel. New York would have been fine. When I call my family they are flustered because they can't call me back and no one knows where I am. But  I remembered telling him how much I miss New York and London and I missed seeing overcast skies every morning regardless of the season. Now, I've grown accustomed to long nights in Munich and eating a ton of food. Though this is supposed to be a break, no matter what city we are in I am expected to cook for him and sometimes screaming matches ensue when I ref\use to make  him breakfast. My soldier is very traditional and likes things just so. I even agreed to shave my crotch as a part of the relationship negotiations.  He laughs at me when I'm naked referring to my hairy girlfirend as Chewbacca. (Ironcially he and Chewbacca have a very close relationship)

The best thing is getting to know each other over beer, tequila, and potatoes. I like it when his friends call and come over because his face lights up and I learn even more about the international bad boy I'm dating.  Germany is cool and he loves it there, but I had to admit I love London much better. So we packed up and left for  London where I introduced him to Portishead, King of Leon,Radiohead and Burberry. I told him stories about how I had a vintage Burberry scarf that I am convinced was stolen by my ex-husband's mother and how  once while living in Chelsea some friends actually got a job working illegally at a club, but it kept us fed. I learned that he loves British food, which is so odd  because everyone knows British food kinda sucks.

Now I am trying to persuade  him to go to Hungary , because I have a close friend who lives there and has been begging me to come for about a year.  For the time being, we're content with sleeping on crisp white sheets, down pillows, and watching movies all day. I tell him about my goals and I'm pretty sure he is happy I actually want to do something with my life. He encourages me to write more and as we plan to touchdown stateside we realize our life together can and will be amazing, until I stop shaving and cooking breakfast.