The Tale of Arthur the Reckless

There’s the one that got away…and then there’s HIM.

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Y’all might have noticed I’m pretty vague when it comes to the guys I’ve crushed on. I’ll tell you non-characteristic things with no real identifying factors — not because I’m worried these guys will see (ha, few of them read for fun!) but rather for the sake of my own ego.

I mean, it’s embarrassing that these are all essentially cases of “the one(s) that got away.” That’s a pretty bad losing streak, you know?

But let’s be real: even if someone I knew “IRL” came across the (many, MANY) articles I’ve written about particular guys, there’s not much to fear as far as repercussions. Ninety-eight percent of the guys are passing ghosts in my life, and they won’t find my semi-anonymous writing profile anyway. (You didn’t think I told any of them about my little writing venture, did you?)

You might be thinking, “Um, yeah, Jillian, but why are you NAMING one of the guys?”

And to that I say: well, he’s not exactly in the country anymore, if you know what I mean.

Let’s start from the beginning.

The year 2015 felt like it started out as an extreme low point of my life. I was crawling my way out of another episode with my mental health, I had returned to a part-time…