Friday, March 2, 2012

My type & is he 'the one'

I've had a couple emails/comments (especially after I shared our love story) asking me if I thought Andrew was 'the one'. Well, I decided I would address that today.

First, let me start off by explaining that I have a type. You know, a basic description of a guy you must have in order to fall in love or something of that nature, yadda, yadda, yadda.. whatever. In high school, my type changed on a bi-weekly basis. I would be into bad boys for a while, then next thing you know I decided that the star of the football team with the range rover was more my type, fast forward to a couple weeks later and I was totally diggin' the kid in biology who knew the periodic table of the elements by heart (and not only because he let me copy off his paper).  Even in college, I went from liking the big frat star boy that threw the best parties to going on a search for a college drop out that surfed 24-7.

Bottom line- I never really knew what I wanted. I could have seen myself married and with children with all these guys at one particular time or another.
Was I fickled? Yes. Was I completely lost in love? Yes. Did I care? Not one bit.

You see, in high school I got majorly effed over. Majorly. I allowed myself to be walked all over and cheated on constantly. I had no self esteem and just wanted him to one day wake up and finally care for me. I could write an entire post (or twelve) on this alone, but I'm not. I am finally at a place in my life where I am happy it happened. While it still haunts me from time to time, I learned from it and moved on. The point is- he crushed me.. and once I moved on from him, I set out to crush every guy I could. I dated like a boy, not in a sexual way, but I left them waiting, ignored them when they needed attention, made them fall for me then dumped them the very next day. I refused to let me heart get broken again. I wanted every guy (even the really really good ones- which I didn't believe existed at the time) to hurt as much as whats-his-face hurt me.

My type was man, in general. My philosophy was- I see, I like, He falls, I crush him.
and it worked.


I met Andrew.

It wasn't love at first sight. I wish I could say it was. Andrew was just getting divorced (yes, he has been married- this post is just FULL of surprises!) and I was still trying to convince everyone that would listen that love didn't exist. Andrew and I were friends, and neither of us had an interest in each other. To this day if you ask Andrew is he always knew he wanted to be with me he will say, "well I always knew I wanted to make out with you." Pshhh.. boys. But- one day, after about a month of just hanging out in groups- it happened. I don't know when or why it happened.. but it did. One day I was drinking a beer with him and all our friends while playing cards  and laughing at all of them trying to tell me I was a bitch for not believing in per the usual and the next morning I woke up and was like "I love that guy." Apparently, the same thing happened to him because next thing I knew, we were an item and I was the happiest I had ever been.

Back to my type-
Andrew is a country boy- hunting, guns, construction worker, southern twang, the whole 9 yards.
He absolutely loooves his family.
He drives an old red pick up truck.
He never wants to move out of Union County.
He is a Christian.

I had never, in my life, been with someone like this. But low and behold- I have finally accepted my type. I always had in the back of my head that I wanted to move to another city, far away, but I could never in a million years leave my family. I have tried to wear tight dresses and sky high heels but I'd much rather be in blue jeans and boots. I love riding in that old truck during the summer with the windows down. I love my God and couldn't be with anyone who didn't.

Moral of this story (if you're all still with me):

When ya know, ya know.

Now- don't go putting words in my mouth. Is he 'THE ONE'? I can't answer that. I don't know if there are going to be 'wedding bells' in our future.
I can answer this though- I do have a type and I now know what it is. And I do believe in love.
Andrew got me over my dating- funk (so to speak) and whether he is the one or not- I will be forever grateful.

Not all men are the same ladies- don't ever give up hope. When you're at your lowest, hating every man, yelling to the roof tops that love doesn't exist.. God will lead you in the right direction.


  1. does he want to get married again?

  2. this a really sweet post! cute blog


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