Time for more updates as promised! Back story on meeting the girl of my dreams:

Back in July I met one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen at the coffee shop. I talked to her on a few occasions, found out her name was Jill, but I developed the craziest nerve problem around her. For some strange reason, I was all pins and needles around her and I couldn't work up the nerve to ask her out. I went back and forth for over a month trying to work up the courage to ask her out. I'd go to the coffee shop constantly hoping to see her, and I did, she was there almost as much as I was; I just couldn't find the words to ask her out! Finally, I decided to write her a letter and leave it on her car with my phone number explaining that I was truely interrested in her, and I was scared to death to ask her out, and that if she was somewhat interrested she could call me; otherwise, I'd leave her alone.

To my surprise, the very next day she texted me on my cell. She was across the room at the coffee shop, and when she was finished talking to her friends, I came over to talk to her one on one. We made a date to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on opening night, and that night we met at the coffee shop and walked over to see the movie after I'd had enough cups of coffee to make even Johny Dep figity. I didn't talk too much during the movie seeing as how I was still way too nervous to even sweat bullets, but her laughter broke the ice a little. She was so adorable when she laughed, and I loved the sound of it immeidiatly!

When the movie was over she invited me to go with her to a friend's party. We decided to make a stop at the local adult store to buy a drinking game, and then went on an adventure to find something to eat. Apparently, both of us failed to notice that her tags had expired the previous month, but the policeman in the Hardee's drivethrough was kind enough to point that out and stall us just long enough for the restraunt to close before we could place our order. Being a little distraught at the loss of potential giant hamburgers, we decieded to go to Wendy's. On the way there, another police officer felt it was his duty to inform us again that her tags were expired. After explaining to him that we were just stopped, he let us go, and it was on to Wendy's where we finally attained fast food sustienance!

When we had overcome our adventures in finding food, we went back to the coffee shop to meet another friend who was to follow us to the party. I, foolishly, had more coffee, and we departed for the evening revelrie. When we made it to her friend's house, she introduced me around, and we made our way outside to talk for a few minutes and have a little more getting-to-know-each-other time (no, nothing sexual perverts.) We rejoined the party after a few ciggarettes and a little akward conversation on my behalf. We suddenly developed a slight problem of little to no alcohol, so she agreed to go on a beer run with one of the guys. When she returned with more of that fine party beverage, we found it was time to christen the new game, so we played a couple rounds of "Strip Shots." I have to admit, it was kind of fun drinking and taking off random bits of clothing in front of a bunch of strangers. I guess that's why there's a whole industry surrounding it. Well, the game died down, and everyone started to break off into their own conversations, so Jill and I went outside again to talk.

Sitting on the stairs, she leaned closer staring at me with those beautiful brown eyes and asked, "If you could do anything right now, what would it be?" Being a little more relaxed and bolder with the aide of alcohol, I said, "If I could do anything in the world right now, all I would want to do is kiss you." She replied, "You should do that." So we had our first kiss, the first of many to come, and as much as the first one made my heart all but stop, they've only continued to get better.

After our miraculous kissing, we went upstairs to her friend's bedroom and just laid there cuddling and staring at each other for a little while. When enough time had passed that we were sure we were both completely sober, we took our leave of the party, and she drove me back to my car at the coffee shop. In the parking lot in the wee hours of the morning, we just sat there talking and taking in one another on the hood of her little yellow mini. The talking gave way to a very steamy make-out session, and after what seemed like forever, yet not long enough, we parted to go back to our own homes and get our long due rest from a long and exciting day.

In the weeks to come, we saw each other more and more often, and I saw my house and room mate less and less often. We became so close, and so entangled with each other that nothing else mattered as much as our time together. Eventually, I moved in with her in her apartment, and we became the sweet, loving couple that everyone hates. To me, it just seems so much like something out of a movie or a story that I feel overwhelmed with love for her. We fell so madly in love with each other that she didn't even give me the time to propose to her--she proposed to me! Of course I said yes, I'd be mad not to; I love her so much that I can not even begin to compare my feelings for her with anyone else. I did buy her a ring shortly thereafter, and proposed to her traditionally, something which I had been aching to do for a long while.

Yes, like all stories though, this one does have conflict. About a month after we were engaged, I found out that I was definitely going to have to leave for Korea. This news deeply hurt both of us, and we dreaded being apart from each other.

The day came for me to leave, and it was a day that neither of us were looking forward to. I still taste the choked back tears in my throat when I think about it, and I can still see her gorgeous mascare smeared face streaming with tears. My heart breaks ten times over everytime I think about that day. I believe I can quite surely say that getting on that plane was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, knowing she wasn't going to be with me.

That horrible day came and went, and almost four months have passed since. I still talk to her on the phone everyday. We still play World of Warcraft together online, and she's planning on coming to visit in February, and the most hopeful news of all--we're still planning on getting married in May when I'm able to come home for my midtour.

That's the update; this is where we are now. I miss her like crazy, and I love her so much it hurts, but I know beyond any doubt that I want to spend the rest of my life with Jillian Rose Hernandez-Adams, and I'm filled with so much joy just at the thought of being able to call her wife one day soon.