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.