And now I am engaged!
So there I was, happily single for a few years. I dated off and on when the mood struck me but I seriously enjoyed my freedom. I have close friends that are really awesome, so I rarely had that “I’m lonely” feeling. Like everyone, I did have moments of weakness in the evenings after work that were mostly placated by hours of Netflix.
On a crisp, chilly Tuesday evening, my friend and I went to Buffalo Wild Wings. Tuesday was wing day, so we had to go.
That’s when it happened.
I noticed him right away all the way on the other side of the restaurant. He was definitely a manager. After this moment, my delicious wings were simply too cold and I was forced to ask our server to send the manager over to complain. To be fair the wings were fantastic but I couldn’t think of a better excuse to get this guy to come to my table.
As he was walking towards my table a horde of butterflies were unleashed in my stomach. I hadn’t felt this giddy in years! The first feature I noticed as he came to my table were his piercing blue eyes. Blue diamonds that went straight into my heart. I was lovestruck, immediately. When he arrived, he gave me a big smile that made me melt. As he apologized and asked how he could fix the “cold wings”, I sheepishly said with a smile, “I don’t know what do you suggest?” He looked at me, grinned, and said, “how about dinner somewhere else?”. SUCCESS! I of course told him that Bonefish Grill is my favorite place. We exchanged numbers while my friend was giggling at me. As promised, he called me the next day to make plans. Nice.
On our first date at Bonefish grill, the man that appeared before me looked like the typical divorced guy with the white Reeboks and scary jeans. Yikes! He might not have been the best dresser but he was definitely the ultimate gentleman. He opened my door, held my chair and my coat, everything. I thought our conversation flowed easily. We were both cracking up, but I could tell that I was being reserved. It had been a long time since I went on a date with someone I actually liked. My mind was already racing with thoughts of suburbia and more pairs of white Reeboks. I was getting cold feet.
After dinner, he suggested going to see a band that he knew I liked. I was worried that he would stick out like a sore thumb in his old man getup. Boy was I wrong, he was great. He danced with me, made sure I knew that he thought I was the most beautiful woman in the room and didn’t leave my side the entire night. I was enthralled! He took me home in the wee hours of the morning, kissed me and said he’d call me tomorrow. He did.
Our relationship went 0-100 in 1 second. We were inseparable for the first couple of months. I was so happy. My friends were in disbelief and were even jealous, some not in a good way. Turns out I was the connector of all my friends and when I was off on awesome dates, my friends had nothing to do.
Here is where the bumpy road shows up.
Things took a turn about 3 months in. All of a sudden, my love seemed distant, less available and just... different. I didn’t recognize him. I didn’t understand what was going on. Whenever I asked him what was wrong he always said “I’m just busy”. Fortunately, I knew enough in guy speak to know what that meant and immediately went into defense mode and started keeping my distance. It was sad. Honestly. Those self-defense mechanisms are no good! I really liked, no, loved this guy. I didn’t want things to end! After enough prying he finally admitted that things were moving too fast for him in our relationship. He wasn’t comfortable with the speed. He had doubts about me, he thought I was too good to be true.
After hearing his confession, normal me would have been gone in a flash. This time, I decided to go against my screaming instincts and do something unthinkable: I decided to have a real, live conversation with him. Something I never do! So instead of putting up a wall, pushing him out, I listened to his fears. He told me how he had prayed so hard for someone to come into his life. For a long time, and then he met me. He couldn’t believe it had happened. He didn’t trust that fortune had brought us together. I asked him why he prayed if he wouldn’t believe the answers to his prayers when they appeared? Seemed like the most logical thing to ask at the time. He was quiet. Very quiet. I, too, was quiet and the conversation just… ended, awkwardly. I was left with that scary vulnerable feeling. I felt so exposed. I hate that!
I didn’t hear from him the rest of the night. I told my friends that our relationship was over. I was miserable. To cheer myself up, my friends and I decided to meet up at a live music event. I tried not to think about him or check my phone. Which of course was impossible. The concert was good. I had a good time. But I was still miserable. All of my friends and I were getting ready to go home when I felt someone’s hand on my waist. I turned around and it was him. He had worked late, and took a chance at me being at this concert. He was right. He kissed me and told me he loved me and didn’t want to lose me. My heart exploded in happiness when he told me. I decided to let my fears go, which is not easy for me, and threw myself back into the relationship.
Remember I told you my favorite restaurant was Bonefish Grill? Well I learned later that he hates seafood but still to this day takes me there on our anniversary. That’s the kind of man I am going to marry.
Oh and the white reeboks and weird jeans…they are gone. We plan to marry this year. We have already decided our honeymoon destination- Europe so be ready for some updates along the way.
David, you are truly the love of my life. If possible, I love you more every day. I am so glad I took the chance on you and made myself vulnerable. It’s a good thing my wings “were cold” right?
Thank you for your unconditional love, your silly jokes and for making me smile every day.
Since it's almost Father's Day I was thinking about my Dad. His birthday and Father's Day arrive at the same time this year. He recently celebrated his 80th birthday. I can't believe it's been so many years already. Time surely flies.
When I was little, my dad was always the fun one. He was my hero. When I heard one of his many cars (he was a car buff) pull up in the driveway, I was so excited to see him I would smoosh my face into the window of the door to see him walk up. Every time.
We didn't have much money. Actually we had no money. We were the kids that got clothes from the salvation army before the hipsters thought it was cool. Every now and then, my dad would find some extra money and he would take us for a 5 cent ice cream cone at Thriftys. If we were really lucky, we would get the triple scoop for 15 cents.
My dad has a huge soft-spot for stray animals. He would bring home so many animals our backyard turned into a genuine petting-zoo. We actually sold tickets to the neighborhood kids! We had an owl for many years that was my absolute favorite.
Along with this soft-spot for stray animals, my dad had an even bigger sense of duty to help those in need, especially when it came to people in our church. My dad was gone at work or church activities a lot. Oftentimes too much for me. He would come home every night completely worn out and fall asleep in his chair. I'm not going to lie, as a child I was very resentful when my dad was too tired to play with me but would get his tie and shirt on and go over and help someone in need without grumbling. Now as an adult, I understand that what he did took a lot of effort and strength. I know he missed us too. He was following what he thought was right. His duty has always been to help anyone or anything in need.
On church Sunday, I was always the first one in the car after my dad. While waiting for the rest of my family to join us, I had my dad all to myself. These moments made me so happy because he was proud of how I was always on-time, like him. One of the coolest things about church was that my dad would draw us little pictures during the very lengthy and dry church services to keep us entertained. I thought he was the best artist in the world. All of us kids would fight to see who got to sit on either side of him.
In high school, Saturday night was my big night. If I wasn't sneaking out to a punk concert, I was at our church dances. I had a curfew and had to be back "no later than 11:30pm", which worked out perfectly because that is when Saturday Night Live came on. After we would come back from the dance, my dad was always fast asleep. I of course always woke him up so that we could watch SNL together, and he never complained. In fact, he would go watch my favorite character, Mr. Bill, with me and my friends and we would all laugh and laugh. It was the best.
Aside from my dad being quite the doodler, he was also quite the letter writer. He would write me novel-sized letters every time I disappointed him (I still have them all) that always ended in “I love you daughter”. As you can imagine, I have quite the stack of letters! By the way, I love you too dad. ♥
One of our biggest points of contention was that I was quite the little punk rocker in my day. My classical music loving dad was no fan of my loud, rebellious, punk music. To this day, I'm still trying to convince him otherwise. I think it's working. The last time I saw my dad, I heard him humming along to the Ramones while we were in the grocery store. Don't pretend it didn't happen dad!
As I talk about my dad, I think it's important to mention that I was adopted at the age of 3. During my 20's I decided to go and find my birth father. I found him. When I met him, I was shocked by how similar we were. He looked and spoke like me. It was super cool. I came to find out that he didn’t even know I had been put up for adoption (his signature was forged). He did know of me though. He bought a crib when he heard I was going to be born. He was 17 years old and a California surfer dude when my birth mother got pregnant. So young. We had some great conversations and visits, but to be honest, he just wasn’t my "dad". He was a nice guy who just happened to be my birth father.
We stayed in touch off and on for years, but after a period of no contact, I was told that he had died from liver cancer. I’m glad to have met him. Really. This experience has given me the perspective to appreciate all the life, time and energy the man who actually raised me gave me.
I have never for a moment questioned by dad's love for me. Even as an adopted child, he made me feel special, like he was lucky to have me. As the years have passed, my dad has always been there for me. When I call my dad, I always know I'm going to hear his heartfelt laughter and learn from his wisdom. The best piece of advice my dad has ever given me, "You can't walk into a smoke-filled room without coming out smelling like smoke." I didn't even smoke so I had no idea what he was talking about. Now I know better. I pass this dad-wisdom onto you. Use it wisely. :)
While we may differ in our tastes in music, we are the same with our sense of humor, love of Thrifty chocolate chip ice cream and being quite the sticklers when it comes to being on time.
You know, after all of this talk about my dad. I need to go visit him. It's been too long!
Finally, I wanted to wish my dad a happy father's day and birthday.
Happy Father's Day and Happy Birthday, dad. You deserve it.
Love, your daughter,
PS. The last time I went to visit my dad, he was wearing this button I gave him many years ago. I had no idea he still had it. My dad is truly awesome.
Hi 👋 My name is Laurie and I am a Social Media Marketing Manager based in New Bern, NC. I am married to the man of my dreams, a mom and in love with my adorable grandson, Noah. I love checking out new local restaurants, festivals and events while searching for great places to host monthly Girls Night Out. You can usually find me checking out all things live music, the best hospitality in town and working on my campaign to bring Bonefish Grill to New Bern-it's going to happen!!