Okay, so I haven't blogged in f.o.r.e.v.e.r. Maybe I will do better? Who knows. But in light of July 5th being our five year anniv. I thought it would be nice to get our love story down on paper....well, not really paper.
Five years ago, I had a profile on an internet dating site. So did some one else. I was a working, single, mom. I was not interested in having a guy as in having a relationship, but I was looking for someone to have fun with. I had gone fifteen years not really having fun and by golly, I wanted to have fun. I wanted to go dancing, hang with friends, do all the things I felt like normal people did. So I was looking....for fun, not love or someone to be invading my space.
I normally would not give out my phone number unless asked. We were sending messages back and forth and it was getting time for me to go to work, so on a whim (and a good gut feeling) I sent him a message with my number, at the exact same time he was having computer issues and had sent a message asking for my number. I don't even remember any more if texted during the day, but I assume so. Mr. Looks Good in Wranglers is currently snoozing or I would ask him if he remembers.
On July 3rd (the day I gave him my number) we ended up talking on the phone for four hours straight....until he fell asleep while on the phone with me. He was sweet, nice and a gentlemen. Insert little heart thumps here....
I had to work on July 4th until 11:30pm. As I walked out of the door of work, I called him. We talked from then until 6am. He drove around Bryan/College Station while chatting with me. I sat outside watching the moonlight flitter across the lake I lived on. We chatted about everything....and then some. Again, a total and perfect gentleman and I kept thinking wow O wow!!
On July 5th, I headed to work on about 2hrs of sleep (I had been up all night talking on the phone!!) He drove up to the big town of Marlin, where I worked, to meet me. I was a nervous wreck. He had sent several pictures and one of them was extremely unflattering and I was terrified he would look like that one picture. But in the other pictures he was a cutie.
He had texted to say he was where I worked, so I snuck a peek of him out the door before he saw me. I can still see him in his blue and white striped shirt, denim shorts, baseball cap strolling across the parking lot. I went over to one of my cashiers and gushed, "Oh my god he's actually cute." I tried to act all nonchalant but I was turning flips on the inside.
We chatted for a bit and then I clocked out for lunch. We walked out into the parking lot and I did the one thing I do. N.O.T. do........I reached up and planted one him. Big ole kiss. He wasn't arguing.... *swoon* I really don't do that...just plant a big ole kiss on some random guy.
We ended up going to a friend's house for a party after grabbing a bite to eat. Again, another night of very little sleep. (Mr. Looks Good in Wranglers just got up and asked what I was blogging about. I told him our love story....then I got the "what the hell?" stare down.)
The next day was Sunday and I worked and then we took the kids to the Falls on the Brazos to play in the water a bit. We had a great time. The boys were in love with his Dodge pick up truck that tires with flames as the tread print. We all seemed to get a long. He and I hung out that evening and he left out the next morning.
He was great. A weekend guy. He danced, he laughed, he was social. And even better, he went away during the week so I was able to not really deal with relationship. But some where along the way of having fun we fell in love. What???
I cannot say our relationship has been easy. There was one point where I actually broke up with him (on my birthday) because I had started dating another guy. The problem was, Mr Looks Good in Wranglers was my best friend and I didn't want to loose that. Eventually, I dumped the nice guy and committed to Mr. Looks Good...
We moved in together and went through plenty of bumps with blending families, life and crazy work schedules. I must say, I am truly blessed. Doors are still held open for me, I get groped on aisle three of the store (and aisle four, five and six...you get the picture) I get the hand in the small of my box as we walk through a door. He holds his hand out for me, as I hurry my short legs along to catch up so we can hold hands. He still makes me laugh. I get dances in the kitchen, or the living room or wherever. He works amazingly long hours to give me all the things he thinks I missed out on. We still have fun. Lots of fun.
And I am looking forward to plenty of years of more fun.
