I spent some time today reading all of the posts on this website and laughing at my goofy self. I look back on those days knowing that I was not in a healthy place in my life but also with no regret. Those days were full of life long lessons, even if I had to learn them the hard way.
One of my favorite posts was the one where I talked about the things I wanted to accomplish before I embarked on a serious relationship. I wanted to smoke three packs of cigarettes per day. I wanted to keep Aldo and Fossil in business on my own by purchasing every single shoe and purse they had to offer and I wanted to become someone I would want to date (without the man parts as I put it in a very intelligent manner (sarcasm)).
Well, I never smoked three packs of cigarettes per day because my lungs simply could not handle that sort of treatment. I bought plenty of shoes that ultimately ended up in the trash because my dog ate them. And the purse thing? I am too picky when it comes to purses so I never found any that I liked enough to pay that much money for. Don’t get me wrong, I found a fair share. But as far as single-handedly keeping Fossil in business (they make my favorite purses)? Yeah, not a chance.
I did, however, come closer to becoming someone who I would want to date. Sort of. After countless failed attempts at relationships with men who either didn’t like me enough or liked me too much, in January of 2010 I called it quits on some things. First, I purposely became a hermit. I needed this time to focus on myself. I needed to become healthier, not only physically but mentally. I needed to focus on work, my family and the things that made ME happy. For years, although I was acting tough in relationships and trying to show everyone that I didn’t care that I had just been stood up or acting like it was hilarious that a guy came over and pissed in a water bottle and left it on my kitchen counter or thinking that a fun date consisted of getting drunk in a movie theatre parking lot and then attempting to watch a kids movie or wondering if the guy I was seeing who lived 4 hours away was ever going to take time out of his weekend to actually come see me instead of vice versa…. despite acting like those things were for the sole purpose of telling my girlfriends awesome and hilarious stories, it hurt. It hurt my heart, it hurt my head, it effected my work, it effected my bank account (because there were also men I dated who couldn’t pay for their own dadgum taco at Taco Bell). It consumed my thoughts when I was alone and it consumed my conversations with the people I cared about. It was unhealthy.
So I stopped. I quit going to bars. I quit drinking. I wish I could say I quit the dirty smoking habit…. that’s something I am currently working on though! I quit dating and I quit wishing for a real man. I just stopped.
It was the best decision I have ever made in my entire life.
Eleven years ago when I was 18 years old, me and my family lived south of Tulsa about a mile away from Glenpool. My mom had just started a new job which she loved and my dad, as usual, was working what seemed like 4 full-time jobs to keep the roof over our heads and food in our mouths. It was a hard time. The house we lived in smelled like something had died under it. I had red and white striped bed sheets on my windows as makeshift curtains. I regularly took cd’s, movies, etc to Vintage Stock and other places to get extra money for gas or food. It was hard.
One day my mom came home and said that a guy she worked with was coming over to look at our pasture and see about brush hogging it. Ok, cool – right?
That one small moment in time when that guy showed up at our house to look at our pasture changed my life forever.
Time went on and this random guy ended up coming over more and more often. He was in his early 20′s, very handsome with dark hair and dark eyes and a giant heart that I swear you could see right through his chest it was so big. He was kind. He was a smart ass. He had a way of making me feel like I hung the moon but also an inch tall all at the same time. He ended up asking me out one night via email and I turned him down. I did it because I was scared…. about to graduate high school with the goal of eventually going to veterinary school, a family that was going through extremely difficult times, and the fear that if I fell for someone, I would never get back up again – in a bad way. I turned him down and for 10 years I always wondered “what if?”.
Time went by. I never went to veterinary school but I did get to live in Philadelphia for three months and then I moved to Phoenix for another three months. I was learning and growing every day. Sometimes I was growing up but most of the time I felt like I was growing down. You know that song by U2 called Running to Stand Still? That was me.
I landed a job at an oil and gas company here in Tulsa and from that point on, things got even crazier. The more I worked, the more I gained respect and trust in the company. With that came higher positions and more money. I felt like I was the shit! I could do no wrong! I was supporting myself and paying my own bills and I didn’t even have a degree. Hell, I was making more money than the friends I had who DID graduate from college! I had hit the jackpot!
Enter: a dating life
The bigger my ego got, the more douchebags I let myself attract. I did it to myself. Yeah, they suck for treating me like crap, but I am the one who let them. I am the one who answered their phone calls. I am the one who wasted my voice arguing with them or trying to become what they wanted me to be so they would stick around for longer than 2 weeks. I did that. Not them.
All of this hit me after dating a guy who had no respect for me. He drank too much and got into fights. He would tell me that he wanted to be with me always and forever and then a week later he was with someone else. He freaked out and didn’t answer my phone call when I called him “babe” once – even though he called me that all the time. When we would go out and drink, I paid his $100 + tab because he had no job, no car, and nowhere to live except his stepdad’s house whom I was creeped out by in the first place. He was bad news. And after a year of this, he was the last straw.
I started a new routine for myself – I found out that I am one for routines and schedules. I woke up at 6:00 in the morning, got to work around 7:30, got off work by 6:30pm, came home, made myself a turkey sandwich, worked out for an hour or two, took a shower, went to bed and did it all over again the next day. The weekends were reserved for house keeping and family time. I even moved about 20 minutes south of Tulsa in order to get away from the chaos and drama. The lack of blog posts you see? That silence was a very good thing.
I had never forgotten about Jesse, the guy my mom hired to come out and do work around our pasture. I thought of him quite regularly, honestly. He was the only man I had ever met that made me feel like I was a woman who deserved to be treated with respect. Even when I didn’t treat myself with respect, I knew that he would have.
One day I was on a professional networking website updating my contacts and looking at the opportunities Tulsa had to offer (not because I was looking to leave my current company but because I was curious about the job market), and I came across something that made my heart literally come up out of my chest, into my throat, back down into my chest, into my belly swirl around a little bit and dive right back into my chest with enough force to make me think I was a 20-something year old having a massive heart attack. It was him. Jesse. We had lost contact after I had graduated high school but he was still working at the same place my mom had worked at when we lived in that area. The companies both him and I work for deal with some of the same clients and there he was. Plain as day – Jesse M. Craig.
I called my mom asking her if that was him and could she please email him because I didn’t think he would remember me. She did and after two weeks, there was no response from him. But then, one day my mom calls me out of the blue. At this point I had decided that he either A.) didn’t get on that site anymore or B.) was freaked the eff out – so I had basically just quit thinking about it. But she called me and the first words out of her mouth were “he answered me back and he wants to know how you are”. Some of you may know me in real life. If you have, I will put money on the table that you have seen me dance. If you haven’t – think Elaine on Seinfeld. Now add the macarena and maybe a poor attempt at the moonwalk and most definitely the running man and the sprinkler…. you might have an idea now! That’s me! And that’s what I did in the middle of the parking lot at work. Turns out, he lived a mile from me. ONE mile. And one week after the first email he had sent me in 10 years, I came out of hiding and entered into the most amazing, fun, ridiculously romantic relationships I have ever had.
Jesse Craig – this is for you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Everyday I thank God for allowing me the pleasure to spend the past year and 3 months with you, to love you, to be loved by you, and to plan a long life with you.
You are mine and that’s it, forever.











