Decisions, Decisions...

Well... I guess I don't really have a decision to make anymore. Here WERE my choices for the New Years weekend:

#1 - Go snowboarding with the HCD (I really, really love to snowboard and I like spending time with the HCD.)

or

#2 - Go to Mexico with Plan C., my army boy (Mexico is always fun, but camping on the beach? Let's just say I'm more of a "mint-on-the-pillow" kind of girl, but hey, I'm up for an adventure and I absolutely LOVE spending time with Plan C.)

Choice #1 got swept away with any hopes of anything ever resembling a relationship developing between me and the HCD. The closest we've come recently... out to dinner and then to the airport to pick up some of my friends. That might have been a little too relationship-y for him (we picked up another couple as a couple, for Pete's sake *gasp*) because I was booted from the snowboarding trip, which has evidently become a guys' trip. Well, that's what I call "bullshit." You know what the kicker is? I gave him his Christmas present... he LOVED it. I. Got. Nothing.

Choice #2 - which I ultimately have been thinking of doing - is the winner! Not just by default, mind you. I've been telling myself for the past two weeks that it's the better choice. Plan C. will always be in my life. If he wasn't being shipped out to Korea next month, he would probably be my boyfriend. I hold myself back from having strong feelings for him (and wasting them on people like the HCD) because I know that I can't have him... at least right now... and probably not for a few years.

But I don't want to think about that right now! I am going to have a blast in Mexico, and more importantly, I'm sharing a special time with a special person, who requested (in fact begged) for me to join him and be a part of this trip.

I can't say that for the HCD. I can't say much about him, really. *sigh*