Oh hey everybody! Sorry it's taken me ten years (that's just a slight exaggeration) for me to post something new and exciting! I felt like I was doing pretty good until... well, until I met this guy. And THAT my beautiful people, is what this post is going to be mostly about. :)
I'm going to begin by saying how lucky I have been in dating. I mean, I've had some crazy experiences and obviously nothing has worked out in the past but I have also been blessed to know some really wonderful guys and on the off chance that any of the men I have dated in the past (or currently ;)) are reading this, I want you to know how much you have meant to me. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and I don't believe in coincidences. Does this mean that I believe every single paper cut will effect my eternal progression? No. That would be silly! But I do believe that every person we meet, every smile that is shared, and every relationship whether it be friendly or romantic has a much greater impact than most people would like to believe.
Don't worry, I'll get to the story eventually, but I feel like I need to talk about this.
Dating is weird.
Really weird.
And to be 100% honest I kind of hated it (like, with the burning passion of a million suns) until now.
I have a lot of theories and opinions about this whole "dating" thing and I have absolutely no problem sharing them with pretty much everybody, so here it is. Dating (as in going on dates) is COMPLETELY different for guys than it is for girls. I mean, guys are pretty much in control of their dating life. They get to choose who they ask out, how many people they ask out, and what they do. Girls have little to no control over who asks them out, who they end up going out with whether it be for the sake of not being considered a jerk or on the off chance that they are even remotely interested in the person who asked them out.
I understand that not every girl says yes and I'm not saying it's easier for guys.. all I'm saying is that it's different. And I happen to be the kind of girl (nice! I'm NICE.) who gets asked on a lot of dates. For a long time, I would cry every time I got asked out because I knew that they were at least a little bit interested in me and I knew that I didn't like them... but I had always been taught to say yes unless a boy is downright creepy. Sooooo I would go on the date (feeling absolutely terrible the whole time) and then proceed to tell the boy that though I considered him a very good friend, I just wasn't interested. In the man world, this is known as "The Friend Zone" and guys, I don't believe in it. Call me a jerk, but if I know a guy is interested in me and I'm not interested back, I would rather not talk to him and thus lead him on then put him through that crap. But either way, guess what I am? A jerk. A heartbreaker.. And basically a terrible person. Oh and saying no in the first place is no good either, because then "You didn't even give me a chance!" bleh.
I know what I want! I know what I'm looking for! I had hope that I would find it! And people,THIS guy is the real deal. As I'm sure many of you have seen on what the kids are calling "The Facebook", I am in a relationship. And here is the story you have all been waiting for....
He's handsome. He's tall. And even more importantly, he is wonderful in every sense of the word. Have you ever met someone who just restores your faith in humanity? Or if you are single, like I was, someone who makes you have faith that your expectations ARE realistic despite what all the boys say? That's exactly how I felt the very first time I met him. He was different, and I could tell. I just felt really good about him and I didn't even know him! But I wanted to... And here's how it happened.
Russell (one of my brothers) and I were visiting some family in St George for the weekend and my sister in law had the wonderful idea to go build a fire where my brothers used to live. We went, and Russ decided to see if any of his old roommates were home and wanted to join us. We knocked on the door and this tall, blonde, extremely attractive man answered.. I'm pretty sure my very first thought was "Woah. Where in the heck were you when I lived in St George?" He came out to the fire and I'm 99.9% sure that I stared at him like an idiot the entire time we were there. I was honestly baffled at how someone could be EXACTLY my type. Not only the way he looked, but the way he talked,and the way he joked with my brothers like they were best friends.
I couldn't stop thinking about him!! Even after we left St George and FINALLY, I sent him a message on Facebook. I basically just told him that I thought he was great and that he restored my faith in humanity. Then! To my great surprise and joy, he replied! And that's when it all began....
I'm not sure exactly what is going to happen, or why everything has worked out so wonderfully but for now I'm just going to enjoy having him in my life.. and marvel at the fact that I must have done something right at some point in my time in order to deserve him.
He makes me happy, inspires me to be better without making me feel like I need to be anyone but myself, balances my crazy, and honestly, I just feel incredibly blessed to have been given a chance to be with someone that I really want to be with. He's kind of the best...
The Beginning. :)
