Life is a bitch, enough said. In Full Tilt you'll explore and delve into some of my past experiences, daily logs, and self-help tips for keeping a good attitude towards your days. From random adventures, schemes, and the deepest of heartaches, you...
"You've gotta live your life while your blood is boiling."
I found the man I'm going to grow old with. His name is Trevor Swann (hint hint the same Swann from BMT). He's my absolute world and I'm so happy that I have him. He's gorgeous too, I might add. My family loves him, my friends love him, I love him, what more could I ask for? I'm moving in with him on Monday, which means Seattle it is! I've always wanted to go there so it works out just fine.
How do I possibly describe him?
When I first met him, he was mopping the floor and penguining (a way they buff/dry the floors) past my door. Every time he did he'd shoot me the biggest, goofiest smile. It was with that smile that I think I started growing an interest in him. It wasn't a crush yet, but something was definitely kindling inside my pitiful little german heart. The second encounter with him, I was commenting about how I liked guys with hobbit hair, and he whipped out his driver's license and showed it to me. I commented about how cute his mustache was and he fucking blushed so hard, it was absolutely precious. It was with that that I started growing more and more eager to get to know him more.
We quickly became friends, he'd share his animation ideas with me and we'd often talk outside in the hallway and he'd show off his drill techniques to me. One day we were in the medhold library, sitting and talking in the corner... He was showing me how long he'd been in basic (26 weeks just about) and for a split moment we looked into each other's eyes. Then we did it again on purpose and we stared at each other for what seemed like ages. We didn't speak at all, and after some time I could feel my cheeks go red and my chest tightened. I had never felt that way before and it struck me right away as something special. Now I knew that I liked him, but I just didn't know how much until that moment.
I used to take peeks at him while we were in formation on the pads. One day our friend Coolidge caught me doing it and he found out that I had a crush on Swann. From that point on he did nothing but nag at me about telling Swann I liked him (which by the way it was practically illegal to even like people much less tell them you like them). Eventually I got so aggravated with Coolidge that I asked Swann to get him to lay off. Swann didn't understand so I blurted it, "Coolidge won't stop bugging me about telling you I have a crush on you!" I immediately regretted what I said and ran off as soon as I could.
I spent the remainder of my time in basic avoiding Swann out of shear embarrassment of what happened.
He tried to talk to me about what happened on several occasions, once in the dining facility while we were eating. I was terrified, you weren't allowed to talk in the DFAC but here was trainee Trevor Swann talking up a storm over what I said! Honestly I loved that he wanted to talk about what happened that he was willing to get a 341 pulled and possibly a derogatory comment for not only talking in the dining facility, but also for talking to a female without a wingman (of course we ignored those rules a lot with our dorm since it was co-ed but you could still get in serious trouble if you got caught).
The day I left I had convinced myself that I was never going to see him ever again, and that I was going to forget about my silly little crush on him and move on. For some time it seemed like that was exactly what was going to happen. Until the day he came home and texted me, "Swann to Futrell." I screamed and threw my phone when I got the text. Trevor had it in his head that not only were we going to talk, but we were going to date too. He had spent the duration of BMT after I accidentally let it slip, trying to argue that it wasn't going to happen and here he was, fresh out, and expecting us to go out.
Of course that's what happened though. We've been going out since the 20th of June, a month after I got out and the day he did. Cocky little piece of shit.
And here we are now, fucking head over heels in love and moving in together on Monday.
Seattle, here I come.
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