VetSpace

So this past weekend was Veterans Day.

I was sort of amazed at how many people were completely unaware. But I guess not everyone spends their days COMPLETELY SURROUNDED by Veterans like I do.

I called Billy, like I do every year, to wish him a happy day.

And I bought a card for Matt because I frankly couldn't resist when I saw the display down at Rite-Aid. After reviewing each of their super-macho-ultra-patriotic-republican-twinged choices, I finally settled on the one with three children waving American flags. The card read, "Hurray for Veterans!" and I signed it, "to my favorite one".

"I thought Nate was your favorite one," Matt laughed when he read it.

"You're ALL my favorite one!" I shot back.

"Favorite one" is my standard phrase for any and all Veterans, but especially the super cute, charming (protesting) ones that seem to have overtaken the Northeast. Like some sort of collector's item that can be bought and traded like baseball cards.

Of course in reality my favorite one is Billy. And unless Matt, or Nate, or any of the other cute/charming/protesting Vets can go back in time, pick me up in a snowstorm after my car breaks down, deliver me to my parents' abandoned beach house, and then make sweet sweet love to me (for the very first time) in my childhood bed, then BILLY STILL WINS.

Which brings me to my recent separation anxiety with myspace.

Wait.

What?

No, really. I recently decided to delete my myspace. My personal myspace that is. And despite my strong convictions that there is really no need to keep each and every person I've ever met up to date on EVERY DETAIL OF MY LIFE, there's been this nagging thing holding me back.

And I finally realized... it's Billy.

Fucking shit, Billy!

Because Billy was the reason I joined myspace in the first place. Back when he was still stationed in South Carolina and we would stay up all hours chatting online and we wanted to see pictures of what we were each up to in our own little corners of the world.

"Right, when you were stalking me," Billy reminisced.

"Uh, NO!" I fought back. "YOU WANTED TO SEE MY PICTURE TOO!"

"Ok, FINE," Billy conceded. "When we were stalking each other."

Yeah, that's more like it.

And as horribly pathetic as it sounds, I'm sad to give up my place in Billy's top 8.

OH MY GOD LOOK AT ME WHINING ABOUT TOP EIGHTS!

Sigh.

Oh well.

I guess we'll always have Veteran's Day.