Let’s face it, if you are actively dating, chances are that you’ve been on your share of bad dates. I’ve been dating for the past 4 years and have had more than my share of the bizarre and bad. It saddens me when I put that in perspective that in the past 4 years of equal time and emotional energy, someone else on the planet attained a College Degree. Ya, that kinda makes me want to rethink this whole dating thing. I've kissed more than my share of "Toads" and want to share what I've learned with you.
I went to therapy after getting divorced. Thier advice to me was to go out on a lot of dates, meet men out of my "type" and just go out for the experience of it. Looking back, I think she just told me this so that I'd keep coming back for therapy, probably true. However, now I get to share some of this insanity with you. It's truly incredible the things that have happened on this long quest to find love. Many ups and downs, heartbreak, and some stories that you really won't believe. Maybe you won't even believe that I'm still dating, but yes, oddly enough there is just enough hopeless romantic (stupidity) in me to keep looking.
As a semi-pro dater, I’ve come to categorize all "Toads" until I met him.....
I keep replaying that night in my head. It was about as perfect as a first night over would be. We laughed, we shared and there was so much passion. He is an incredible man, attractive, funny and kind. The hardest part would be not allowing myself to completely fall for this almost perfect man. I kept trying to think of what could be the hitch, is he gay, does he have a wife and kids back home, is there a bloody axe in his trunk? What the hell could it be, there had to be something...
The next day after he left I felt as if I was walking on a cloud. While I continued the day I just kept grinning about how perfect the night before was. I could literally feel my heart beating in my chest and I was hoping he was thinking of me too.
My phone on my nightstand buzzed that evening and I opened his text that said “Made it home; just thinking of you. Kiss Kiss” I smiled and went off to sleep with a huge smile on my face.
He was my first thought when my eyes opened the next morning I was hoping that everything that happened the days before weren't a dream.
That Monday morning started in a similar way , running aroung like crazy, taking my daughter to school, starting my errands, Yet, everything seemed more ideal somehow, the air around me was better,the birds sang and everything was just more beautiful. I sighed, feeling so happy, remembering him kissing me, us laughing together. It was hard to believe that everything could be so different in just a 24 hour period of time. I wouldn't even say I was smiling anymore, it was more like an ear to ear grin.
They say (whoever they are) that when you stop looking thats when something wonderful comes into your life. I was definitly not prepared for this brown eyed boy and it has thrown me for a loop.
As the weeks have come to pass we have spent some incredible weekends together and I never thought that one smile could turn my bitter heart around. He came into my life and stopped me in my tracks. He reminds me what it's like to be vulnerable again and to let down walls I have left up for years. He laughs at my jokes and calls me out on my BS he is someone I have been waiting to meet for so long. I did find his something wrong; he lives 4 hours away :-/ but is distance really an issue when you meet someone who isn't like the rest? I am not sure yet.
SO it feels great knowing we will see each other soon. I'm so excited to see where this goes and tell myself, "I'm sure there is no bloody axe in his trunk" or anything else to be concerned about. I am putting myself out there this time in high hopes that I won't be writing a bad bash to this blog soon but I know it is not in my hands nor would I want it to be so for now this story is to be continued ....
