Ever since I graduated high school and went out into the real world, I had these preconceived notions about what my adult life would be like. I had dreams of how my house would be decorated, what color hair my children would have, what kind of car I would drive, how tall my husband would be, and even knew there’d be Birds of Paradise bushes growing around my property just for Grandpa.
When I stepped out into the dating world after my breakup with Jeffy, I aimed my sights towards a certain “type” of guy. The type I was comfortable with. I blew off anyone that didn’t fit into my categories, and probably pushed away a lot of nice guys. But, it wasn’t what I thought I wanted.
A few days ago, I took my car into the shop to have the alignment done. The guys there are always real nice. They LOVE to give me shit about being a Kyle Busch fan, but think it’s kind of cool that I know about cars. I flirt with the guys, because, you know, that’s what I do. Little did I know one of the guys there had secretly been crushing on me. After two plus years, he FINALLY asked me out.
I went back and forth in my mind for a few seconds only because I was afraid to step outside of my “categories” box, but ultimately decided to say yes. “What could it hurt, right? It’s just one date.”
And one AMAZING date it was.
Happy Monday everyone!