Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The Best Temper Tantrum I've Ever Had

Today marks the two year anniversary of the best temper tantrum I've ever had.

The RockCrawlinChef and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day.  We have no desire to.  Now, let me explain.  We "met" because of a temper tantrum I had after Valentine's Day in 2008.  I'd been a divorced, single mom for going on eleven years at the time and I was not a pleasant person.  I was working way too much, worrying way too much, and tired as hell about doing it all on my own.  I was D-O-N-E.

A friend of mine and I had signed up for Cupid.com mostly because we thought it would be fun to go speed dating and in order to register we had to be members of Cupid.com.  Not a problem, we signed up for our free profiles and went speed dating.  Oh, God, that was a disaster for another time.  I'd even "met" a couple of guys and been out on *one* date with someone I met on-line.  Also disasters for another time.

Valentine's Day 2008 did me in.  I was a royal damn bitch.  There was no one safe around me.  Like I said, I was D-O-N-E.  I was one of those bitter bitches that you'd see on the street and cross to the other side just to get out of my way. 

I still had not completely recovered from my world-class hate-fest when I logged onto Cupid on February 16th, but I was slightly less bitter and in the frame of mind that if I couldn't find just one profile that I'd throw in the towel and become the crazy horse woman I was on the path of becoming anyway.

I went throught page after page of profiles, getting more and more frustrated, when I came across this headline...

"Maybe... just maybe she's out there." 

It piqued my interest and I clicked on RCC's profile.  He was smart.  And articulate.  And liked to travel.  And liked to shoot.  Could it be?  Could I really have just found someone I could connect with?

Before I could second guess myself, I sent him an eye contact, "We might make a good match."

And so it began...weeks of daily emails.  In the beginning, just once a day, which quickly grew to multiple emails a day.  I began to feel something I thought had died long ago - HOPE.  Really, he might be a nice, genuine guy.  After six weeks, we decided to meet in person.  His choice.  He chose Barnes and Noble - no pressure of eating, a neutral spot that we could both make an escape from if we needed to.

We met.  Five hours later, we left B&N fast friends. 

Twelve weeks later, we got engaged. 

Eleven months after that, we got married.

The rest, as they say, is history.

13 comments:

Allenspark Lodge said...

This is the story you should write up for your romance novel! It sure is good to see you smiling again. Thanks RockCrawlin'Chef.
Mom

ACountryCowgirl said...

we to met online and it was the best thing ever:) A love for a lifetime:) Love that picture of the two of you, it is awesome!!!!!

Allenspark Lodge said...

Eeeew. Extra mushy. You were easier to deal with as a b*tch. I could just ignore you. Well, sometimes...
Bill

K. Erickson said...

After reading this and remembering some of the things my mother did after she divorced dad, I think the happy civil servants at ATF need to add a line on the Federal Firearms form about whether or not a person (male or female) has ever been through a bitter divorce. Those that answer yes would need to go through a psych eval before being allowed to purchase anything more dangerous than a crazy straw.

Stephanie said...

Wow! Great story! I love it.
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Aunt Juicebox said...

That's such a sweet story! My SIL met her husband online as well, and they have been together 7 years now. They couldn't be happier.

T!nK said...

this is SO flipping cute I can't stand it.

Maybe it;s the fact that I am sick and thus overly emotional, but I am all ferclempt now.

GunDiva said...

Thanks all!

Candance said...

What a sweet story and that's coming from the woman that vows to be single for the whole rest of her damn life.

theothermommy said...

awwww i love that story!

Resentful Wife said...

sigh...you almost made me believe it's possible.

A. Dakota said...

Sounds like my relationship with a job, er non relationship, with getting a job that I like.

You know... working the 3 jobs, wondering when the kids became independent humans and how they got that way when you weren't looking and sacrificing in order to give them the best. Becoming the people you can't stand. Yea, this post proves that things do change for the better.

Momma Fargo said...

I love this story. I am glad you found someone worthy of you and vice versa.