The Final Callysta Saga – Summer of 2005

I was on my way to Romy and Pips’ house in Kaneohe when I got a phone call from a number that I didn’t recognize. I answered it curiously and it was none other than Callysta. She was calling me from Guam, out of the blue. I had really written her off. Other than a few sparse emails here and there, I thought it was over between us. She told me that she was thinking about moving to Hawaii…

Me:  “Great! I’ll now have a stripper friend on the island. You can crash on my couch if you need to until you find a place of your own.”

Callysta: “Well, I was thinking more like we could pick up where we left off.”

Where we left off was me leaving Guam pissed at her because she had some douchebag boyfriend on the Frank Cable. But I didn’t care. Forgive and forget, right? I just wanted to see her again, so I said that I’d love it if she came over. And that she did.

The day she got in, I went and met her at a hotel in Waikiki and she wanted to get into it right away. I said I think we should take it slow. That night, after dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and a few drinks, we went back to my house and laid down in bed. Spooning. Things that happen in that situation happened.

Callysta:  “So much for taking it slow, huh?”

She moved in the next day on Monday, June 27.

I asked Gamecock and Hokie if it would be okay to have her over “for awhile.” I didn’t really mention that she would be moving in indefinitely. Hokie was ecstatic that we were going to have a stripper in the house and so he didn’t give a rip. They got along famously. Gamecock and Callysta on the other hand butted heads. He wasn’t 100% in love with the idea of having 4 people in the house. The straw that broke the camel’s back is when Callysta mentioned the kitchen was ‘hers’. Gamecock and Callysta were both outstanding cooks, and both knew their way around the kitchen. This became a point of contention for both of them.

I guess it all came to a head when Callysta said that she wanted to get a dog and Gamecock was 100% against that idea. Having grown up with a few dogs, he knew what kind of responsibility having a dog entailed. So when me and Callysta came home with our puppy Kira, a Pit Bull/Doberman mix. Gamecock flipped his shit. He started bitching me out. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but he wasn’t thrilled with any of my decisions of the past month or so. I had to swallow my pride and go chat with Gamecock and tell him I was sorry for deceiving him. He got over it eventually, but it strained our friendship to the max. He didn’t talk to me for quite some time.

I loved the whole situation that I was in. I was having the time of my life. A place to stay on a tropical island, a steady job and paycheck, plenty of cash to have fun with, a stripper girlfriend and a cute little puppy that loved me no matter what. July 4th was especially sweet. Callysta, Pips and I when out to K-Bay Marine Corps base for a Montgomery Gentry show and some fireworks. I was sober cab because I had duty the next day, but I didn’t care. I was surrounded by people I loved and who loved me back.

I had duty on the 4th and me and Doctor watched the fireworks from the Aft Escape Trunk.

Callysta and Pips got along just fine, they were both kinda country and followed NASCAR religiously. We spent a day at the beach one time. We took her out to the spot that me and Pips used to go to during stand-down. It was right by our buddy RockStar’s place. (RockStar was a cook on the boat and when he got out of the Navy, started collecting unemployment and played in a kick-ass rock band.)

There was this secret pathway out to a semi-private beach. We used to go out there with a cooler full of Coronas, a lime and a knife. We’d get a little buzzed and then head downtown. This beach was like a fucking Corona commercial…seriously. I can’t watch one of those commercials without remembering all the days I spent with various different groups of people out at that beach. I think it was privately owned my the folks that owned the houses there, but I think they were rental properties that were seldom used, and we were very well behaved so it was no problem.

Again, a little slice of heaven, just for me.

The boat finally made it into dry-dock on 29 July 2005. I didn’t want to have any part of that mess, so I stayed home.

Callysta was becoming increasingly annoying. She had bad manners in public, swearing loudly into her cell phone, staying up all night drinking Stoli & RedBull, eating pizza like a fat-chick and waking me up in the middle of the night, drunk and crying. She wasn’t able to work because her ID was still in Guam. She needed it to get her stripper’s license in Hawaii, so she was waiting for some d-bag to mail it to her.

She would stay home all day. That was cool at first because she would cook and clean. After a couple of weeks, I would come home to her – drunk – the kitchen would be a pig-sty. I was starting to get very annoyed with her and quickly realized that it was a serious mistake having her move in. Plus, the spat with Gamecock was weighing heavily on my mind.

Then she got a call from her old boss in Guam. There was a huge carrier group pulling in and they badly needed dancers. They were going to pay for her airfare and put her up somewhere and she would stand to make a boatload of cash for the two weeks. I asked her where she was staying, and she said, “at a ‘friend’s’ place.”

Me: “What’s his name?”

Callysta: “Paul. He’s just a friend.”

Paul from the Frank Cable??  Suspicious.

This was my opportunity to cut ties. But did I do it like a man? Nope. I sent her an email and told her that she wasn’t welcome back in my house. I didn’t want her to get the impression that she wasn’t welcome back to the island, because I wasn’t exactly the governor, but I let her know that I wanted to break up with her. She was NOT happy with my decision.

The last time I saw Callysta was the morning before she was set to fly back to Guam. I was on my way out the door to head to work and she was in my bathtub, shaving her pussy… getting ready for work.