Life is quite peculiar at times. David and his current employment of Army training in Special Ops to be, God Willing, a doctor, is something that has really caught my attention. His love for the Lord, his respect for the elders who are his mentors, it is absolutely amazing to hear this young man speak! But, what I would like to know is, does my new found interest in the Army, and possibly things oversea, are they due to, or have ANYTHING to do with David? Anything at all? Naturally, I've said nothing of this to Erik, or to David. I've prayed about it, and mentioned the Army to Erik, who said that due to my epilepsy, the Army won't take me.
Erik, unless I'm wrong, is NOT (cannot emphasize that enough) the love of my life. He's always taking, always wanting to spend the night with me, when I don't want him to. David, though younger by five years compared to Erik, in other words, he's two years younger than I am, is more of a gentleman than Erik or any of Erik's friends are. David was more of a gentleman during Kerry's wedding than Erik's been in almost two and a half years. That's pretty sad. David held open doors for me, voluntarily sat in the back of Mary's truck with Patrick, and neither of them are short, and they both put up with being "smooshed" during the Wal-Mart trip so that I could sit up front with plenty of room. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. Erik rarely, if ever, holds open a door for me, and whenever it's a full car, I get to sit behind the tallest person, which is usually, ironically, Erik.
And while I'm complaining about Erik, I might as well say, that for our first date, he gave me a plastic rose, saying "I was going to get you a real one, but they die, so I went with they fake one, because it'll live forever."
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