A lot of people ask me, "Isn't it hard being in a long distance relationship?" Yes, it has its moments, but being long distance with Tavern Man seemed almost easy. We made time to talk every day and for the most part, we never ran out of things to say. Developing a relationship this way almost seemed like the smarter thing to do. We really got to know each other and learned to communicate probably better than if we were living in the same city. Sorry if that's too cheesy for some people.
When December rolled around, I got ready to fly back out to see him, this is 5 and half months after we met, and 2 and half months after my last trip to see him. I was so exited because this time I would get to stay there for a whole week! But wait, shouldn't it be his turn to come see me? You'd think, but it was hunting season, and heaven forbid he miss even an hour of hunting season. That would be like me missing a production of the Nutcracker, it just doesn't happen.
So guess who got to go deer hunting during her visit?! This girl! Let me summarize the hunting experience, it goes like this: you get up at the butt crack of dawn, throw on layers of camo (we'll discuss camo later), drive down to the swamp, put on bright orange vests so your friends don't shoot you and because you know, deer can't see orange, let the dogs out to chase the deer toward you, walk around in what may as well be Antarctica weather, and sit and wait, and wait, and wait until you're a popsicle. Sounds fun right? The next time he went hunting that week, I excused myself to spend the day with my dance teacher. Now don't get me wrong, I love that he took me so that I could participate in something he loves to do, but I believe that was my first and last time doing the hunting thing.
OK can we go back to the camo now? This trip to the south was like walking in to an episode of Duck Dynasty. There is camo everywhere! Shirts, pants, wallets, phone cases, hats, purses, crocs, jewelry, WINE GLASSES, if an item can have a pattern on it, then it is sure to come in camo. Now, I am by no means a fashion know-it-all, I myself live in yoga pants and a sports bra, but I firmly believe that camo is NOT a color. I am not talking about army camo, that would be more acceptable, I am talking about the kind that looks like the forest threw up on your clothes. I will admit that this camo has its purpose, and that is for hunting, but should it be worn outside of this occasion? Probably not. My first exposure to this type of camo was when Tavern Man sent me a picture of him wearing an expensive button up, collared shirt that was camo print. I opened the photo, my eyes got wide, I zoomed in on the photo to make sure I wasn't seeing things, and then I immediately text back asking, "What the heck is that?!" Apparently it was a dress shirt, something you would wear to a nice occasion. To me it was something he should never wear again. My dislike for camo has become a joke in our relationship now. I know he won't stop wearing it, and he knows my feelings will not change towards it, so we just have to laugh about it.
That weekend was New Years. We went to his “neighbor’s” bonfire, and by neighbor I mean we had to drive a mile to get to him because of how secluded Tavern Man’s house is. And this bonfire was no beach bonfire like you go to in Huntington Beach, this fire was literally as big as a house. After eating at the giant bonfire, we made our way over to his friend’s house where there was a much smaller bonfire happening in the backyard in a burn barrel. We hung out around the fire, chatted with his friends, and played a rousing game of quarters in the garage. At midnight, I got my first New Years kiss! Next we hit up the Waffle House, because that’s the place to go at 2am. We got home about 5 minutes to 3am, at which point I ran into the house and FaceTimed my best friend so I could countdown to the New Year with her, this time on California time.
My trip flew by all too quickly, as usual. I didn’t want to get on the plane. My only consolation was that I would only have to wait one month until he came to visit me. Stay tuned for Tavern Man’s first trip to California!