People say ‘Everything happens for a reason.’ These people are usually women. And these women are usually sorting through a break-up. It seems that men can get out of a relationship without even a ‘Goodbye,’ But, apparently, women have to either get married or learn something. Why are we in such a rush to move from confused to Confucius? Do we search for lessons to lessen the pain? -Carrie, Sex and the City
We’ve finally reached the beginning of my past relationships. This is an entry about my first real love, my first real “adult” relationship, and also the longest relationship I have ever had (except for Match hopefully). We dated for 2 years, almost to the day, and trying to condense this into one blog is going to be a challenge. Trying to describe how I felt about my first heartbreak might prove to be even harder.
It was the summer of my freshman year at San Francisco State University, and I was sick of men. I had a really crazy freshman year full of drunk hookups, one night stands, and guys who didn’t know the meaning of the word hell no! I briefly dated a boy second semester, but we were more friends than anything, and we spent half our blurred 3 month relationship yelling and screaming at each other in my dorm room. We broke up when school got out and I swore off men. I had the bright idea of taking summer school, so I was completely stressed out. I decided to make the hour and a half trek to visit my extended family in Napa for the 4th of July. I wanted nothing to do with guys so when my cousin had the bright idea to set me up with her boyfriend’s friend I wanted no part in it. Still, Mr. Deeds was out, and I couldn’t wait to see it, so I grudgingly agreed to meet the friend. That’s when he pulled up in his 99 Mustang GT, complete with a custom flame paint job and I couldn’t stop myself from cracking jokes. That’s when Flame Boy rolled down the window.
Hi-I'm Date Girl aka Mrs. Match-I'm a karaoke singing, animal loving, compulsively cleaning, bubbly goofball married to the love of my life. This blog is a diary of my life as a former date girl and how I met and fell madly in love with my husband Match.
