On Friday, March 10, I was no longer single. I had a weekend planned in Arena, WI and the guy I was talking to, Dusty, sat me down and told me that we were dating. I didn't complain and I didn't argue, and so far it's all paid off. We're just over two months into the relationship and I'm happier than ever. As a matter of fact, I moved in with Dusty this past weekend. It seems crazy, but it also feels right.
As for the rest of the people that I had talked about, the guy that had knee surgery has recovered well and we talk occasionally. I have not heard from his brother, Tucker, since sometime in late March.
When we last spoke, he was getting back together with his girlfriend, who is pregnant with his child. The girlfriend didn't like me, so he blocked me on all of the social media that we have in common. Sometimes I wonder how he is doing, how she is doing, and how the baby is. She graduates high school this month, and the baby is due in September.
Every now and then I hear from the bull rider, he's living in Tomah again so I might end up seeing him around.
I haven't seen many of the other people I met on New Years Eve. Dusty's mom, boyfriend, and his family have moved to Tennessee. His roommate continues to live in the same house, and I only see him and his girlfriend around. The others, I run into around Walmart sometimes.
I got my first tattoo on March 13. My friend, Livy, and I decided to get matching tattoos on a whim. I got mine on my left thigh, and she got hers on her right thigh. It's a stethoscope bent into a heart surrounded by the words "Strength, Love, Courage, and Caring." We are both studying to be nurses, so we wanted a tattoo that would symbolize our commitment to the nursing profession.
On a final note, and I will expand upon this in another post sometime, I have finished my sophomore year. I have four semesters of college under my belt, and five more semesters to go. This has been a great undertaking, and I cannot wait to finally have my BSN in my hands.
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