Honey Badger

  A little Valentine’s Day link-up survey from From Mrs. to Mama. Here’s a little lovefest courtesy of Tadwell 🙂

Taken Ladies

1. How long have you and your significant other been together?

I’ve been with Trevor for 2.5 years almost to the day.

2. How did you meet? {What’s your “love” story?}

In short. We met on Match.com. If you want all the lovey dovey, doe-eyed details see here, here, and here... Sorry I droned on about how smitten I am (yes, present tense) 🙂

3. If married, how long have you been married?

We’ve been married for almost a year and a half. Still newlyweds, and we still do embarrassing things that my friends who have been married for a while roll their eyes at. When you do things like spend an entire car ride doing this to each other, it must be love….

Most Annoying Noise in the World

4. If you are married, where did you get married at? Big or small wedding? 

Our wedding was on the larger size but we both have a lot of family and good friends. We got married at Brookside Gardens in Berthoud, CO and I can’t say enough about how beautiful of a venue and place it is. It was a wonderful day, especially considering it had been cloudy and gross all day, and then literally 25mins before the ceremony, the sun came out, clouds faded away, and it was the perfect evening.

5. Do you have any nick-names that you call one another? Do share!

Mostly I call Trevor honey… but I also through in Honey Badger (because Honey Badgers don’t give a sh*t 🙂 ) or Doodle. Trevor calls me babe, or Bug. There’s that ladybug reference again…. I can’t help it!!

6. Name 3 things you love most about your honey.

 – Trevor is grounded and rational. He thinks through things from both sides and helps me from going off in 50 different directions. He is so calm and mellow and for this wired, energy freak, he makes me settle down.

-The man can make me laugh. I’m a nerd, goofball, and weirdo. And so is he. He makes the best faces, has a similar sense of humor, and knows how to lighten my mood. If you ever need a good laugh, ask Trevor to be a dog interpreter. I swear the man can narrate everything any animal does.

-From day one I saw how motivated and committed Trevor is to the Air Force. After some of the guys I’ve dated, it was a huge turn on to meet a guy that had a career that he was not only committed to but driven to do well at. Do I wish the hours were shorter and he could be home for dinner every night? Yes. But the way he works, how hard he studies, makes me want to find a job that I want to work that hard at.

7. Tell us how he proposed?

Trevor proposed when he was home visiting me in Colorado. We’d been dating for 6 months and new from the 1st month that we were going to get married. He made me spaghetti, laid out candles everywhere, and got down on one knee when I came home from running an errand. I will always remember the look on his face when he asked me to marry him.

8. Is he a flowers and teddy bear kind of guy for v-day, or strawberries, champagne, and rose petals?

Sneaky little fellow, sent me flowers while he’s gone on TDY (i.e. a business trip, military style). He’s really sweet and sends me flowers for my birthday and Valentine’s, and sometimes randomly to say “I love you”. Flowers are a special treat up here, and these roses are stunning 🙂

9. Are you a sunset dinner on the beach kind of girl, or pop a movie in and relax on the couch?

I think we’re more of movie and relax on the couch. I’m a snuggly person, so I like to make Trevor overheat by cuddling up to him 🙂 We’ve got our Apple TV to download movies and after his long work days, its nice to put on pajamas and spend quality time on a Friday night.

10. Tell us one thing you’d like to do with your significant other one day.

Man I have a laundry list of things I’d like to do and see with Trevor. I think I’d really like to go to Napa with him, stay in a B&B and have some delicious wine for a few days. I have a dream to go to The French Laundry and eat a decadent over the top meal together.

11. Tell us what you plan on doing on this Valentine’s Day.

I’m heading to spin class for my Love Spinfest class 🙂 And then I’ll be at my friend’s house enjoying some chocolate and company. The thing about Valentine’s day is, I’ve never spent it with Trevor, and very rarely a boy in general. I love spending Valentine’s day with the girls, it’s all the best things… the girls that make you feel the best, red wine, chocolate, and maybe a chick flick!

12. Are you asking for anything this Valentine’s day?

Mmmm, not really. But we have a standing plan to get a couple’s massage when Trevor returns.

13. Give us one piece of advice of keeping a relationship strong and full of love.

Talk it out, listen to each other, and its ok to not see eye to eye on everything. Trevor and I handle things a lot differently and sometimes you just have to respect how the other person does things. I think every married person will tell you how much work a marriage is, and its true. I always say that when you get married you have a new family member. Family members can fight, get irritated and need time to cool down… but bottom line they are family, you work it out, and you love each other. Trevor is my family, and there will never be a time when he’s not. Work for the love 🙂

14.  Show us a picture of what love means to you.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! Enjoy the time with the people you love and take the time to tell them how much you love them!

Buck Up Buttercup!

This week is what I would call mopey military wife week. Our guys are headed out on a 6 week mission and that leaves our little butts behind in Alaska.

This can lead to several things: over eating, binge drinking, complaining, crying, depression, anxiety, sleepless nights, and sometimes good old-fashioned melodramatic tantrums.

Well at least that’s what I sometimes do. Poor Trevor has gotten me full blast when he calls at 4am my time, because at 9pm his time it made sense. Combine above symptoms with not being a morning person and you better watch out.

But instead of pouting and slowly turning into a hermit, I decided to make a 6 week challenge/bucket list for myself. Six weeks after all is NOT long in military terms. Six months would kick my butt, and a year is just inhumane to do to a person. Believe me, I know that this is essentially the pre-school version of military missions. SO I say, it’s time to put on my big girl pants and enjoy myself.

Side note: I love you honey, I will miss you… but I think you’ll agree, we’ll both be happier if I don’t pine over you every minute of the day. Cause if I did, I would end up like this….

I already have a penchant for red wine and ridiculously animated sing-a-longs. This would NOT be a stretch.

Here we go:
1. Movie night: My Week With Marilyn
2. Buy and refinish a mirror for our bedroom
3. Finish the Bodyrockers 30 day challenge (I started 2 weeks late, so I’m almost done)
4. Make my own Thai Green Curry chicken dish
5. GALentine’s day with my favorite AF ladies
6. Beauty night… face masks, deep conditioning my hair… essentially look as scary as possible

I got the blue ones when I was in Vegas… a colorful addition to my workout wardrobe

7. Time a mile run… see how much I can improve in 6 weeks

8. Watch Meet Joe Black. I have never seen it, but I’m told it is necessary to my existence.

9. Go to restaurant week in Denver (I’m going home for a week! Holllerrrr)
10. Back to blogging… trying for 2-3 times a week

A shout out to those spouses that handle the deployments, long TDYs, and years that are filled with good-byes. Somehow they manage to keep their chins ups, and handle all that the military hands them. As a newbie at this, I sincerely tip my hat to you. And that is the reason for this 6 week absence, I will suck it up, cause you know what, it’ll be over before I know it.

Online Dating MO

I love reading around the blog world and peeking into the different stages of people’s lives. From people who are in the throes of redoing their house, to having a baby, to becoming healthier, and of course the dating and wedding scene.

Today I was reading Melissa’s blog and I was thrown back into a little nostalgia of my Match.com days. As I’ve said before, I met Trevor on the good ol internet. Technically speaking I paid a bargain price of 60 bucks to paired up with my 6’3″ drink of water. Money well spent.

But I know that just because it worked for me, doesn’t mean it works for everybody. Having horrible dates, creepy dudes messaging you, and maybe not having the right guy pop up isn’t exactly fun. But just like going to the bars, getting set up on blind dates, its kinda like winning the lottery. You win some, you lose some.

So here’s my two cents. If you have a snub factor going for online dating sites, cause “they’re weird” and “I don’t want to meet my spouse over the internet”, I think you should look at as having a cheat sheet to every person’s character and interests in a bar. Essentially online dating allows you to narrow out the people who will a) bore you to tears b) don’t have similar values and c) you don’t have to see them in person to reject them.

Is it really that easy? No. You can still end up on a date with a complete jerk, or not realize who they really are until you meet them. But chose your own pace. I felt most comfortable moving in stages. I’d trade a few emails with a guy and then if there was some witty or interesting banter happening, I’d send my number. That way we can see if their personality is consistent on the phone with their writing skills. Obviously, writing only gets you so far. Unfortunately I’m sure I freaked several guys out with my sarcasm. Apparently its difficult to tell when I’m kidding. Shhorry 🙂 But at least do a little screening… or you could end up on a date with this:

Cat Lady

If they passed the phone test, then it was on to the dating world. This process could take anywhere from a few days to a few weeks depending on how frequently you email or talk. The first guy I went out with, we emailed for a week or so, talked on the phone twice and made a date. I had a heads up of his personality without knowing so much about him that we’re left pushing our food around our plates.

As for my profile, well here it is… Yup, I’m giving you the goods. Judge me!! I dare you! I snagged a hot pilot with it so don’t get to high and mighty on me!

In my own words

for fun:

I love to run! I coached xc and track at Boulder High last year and had a blast hanging out with my team. I absolutely love to cook and obsessively watch the Food Network. I make some mean crab cakes, and my go to item is Chicken Parmesan.

my ethnicity:

Serbian, Croatian, Slovenian, and Irish

my education:

I went to CU, Leeds School of Business. While I grew up in Fort Collins, my entire family is a huge group of Buff graduates. I’ve known the fight song since I was 2. I think if you were a Huskers fan, we’d have serious issues 🙂

favorite hot spots:

Hot spots are anywhere with a nice rooftop or patio to sit outside and relax with some amazing food… as far as locations San Francisco, Hawaii, New Zealand, Barcelona, Switzerland, Paris, and of course Colorado

favorite things:

Grey’s Anatomy, Top Chef, anything on the Food Network, hip hop, rock, country, and Mexican food!! I want to try so many restaurants, anything from burrito stands to big splurge dinners!

last read:

Harry Potter series, Cooking Lite, Shape and Self magazine, mystery novels, Diane Mott Davidson books

my pets:

I love big dogs, not little ones that yip! A cat is ok, not plural, but honestly dogs are 40 times better to me

About my life and what I’m looking for

I just graduated school and already love my job. It’s really important to me to find someone who is motivated career wise and is invested in the career.
I love sports and working out. It would be really great to find someone who I can not only go to games with but run a 5k with.
I love my friends and family and consciously try to work them into my busy schedule. I love to spend time with them, and do nice things to surprise them to show that I’m thinking of them. I think it’s really important to appreciate the people in your life and show them how much they mean to you.
Bottom line for me is that I want someone who makes me laugh, can do something active with, and then be completely comfortable around no matter what we’re doing.

oh and I’m extremely sarcastic, in my family, its honestly a language

 Overall, I would recommend it. I know it’s not for everybody though. Maybe its worth the free trial though! So there is my little soap box opinion. Hope you guys are having a great week!

** Ps. We are on Match.com Success Page

Catch Up

I have been MIA for a very very long time. I don’t have much of an excuse really. It’s just sometimes I’m a bit bored with North Pole and then I get antsy, and then I try to run around doing as many things as possible… and one of those things was not the blog. Lame right?

Well since its been a heck of a hiatus let me catch you up as quickly as humanly possible!

I’ve taught a Halloween and Thanksgiving themed spin classes. The playlists included songs like “Ghostbusters” and “Fat Bottomed Girls”. I also wore ladybug wings. But only for Halloween… In retrospect I should have made an Indian headband or a Pilgrim hat… but that just leaves room for improvement next year!

We have officially moved into the darkest month of the year. Currently the sun rises at 10:11am and sets at 3:04pm. Sooo a snippet of sun is kinda all ya get. If you think daylight savings is tough, well I wouldn’t recommend living here!This picture is as 4:07pm last week. Pretty? Yes. Bizarre that is been dark for an hour already? YES.

This cute, curly, love bug went back to his parents. Our friends returned safely from their deployment and so Beemer went back to his real home. I spent that evening fully dressed, winter coat still on, crying in bed. I love dogs. And I really love Beemer. But since they live the closest to us in this Alaskan adventure, I have a visitation rights, and will definitely use them.

We hosted Thanksgiving for the second year in a row. Last year we had 12 adults and two babies. This year we had 17 adults and 3 kids under 3. Whew.

I made two turkeys. Yup. One was 20lbs and the other was about 14lbs. Because apparently a 34lb turkey would not be able to stand up right. I didn’t really think about that until I called the butchers at three different grocery stores and they all but laughed at my gigantor turkey idea. ooops 🙂

Recommendations: I have used Pioneer Woman’s Turkey Brine on three different birds now. It is simple and easy and pretty much guarantees you’ll have a juicy feast. I grab a 3-5 gallon buckets, put a brining bag in it, load in my turkey and poor that beautiful brine in the bag. I like my bucket method because it really submerges the bird. Mine soaked for right around 24 hrs, then I rinse/let my turkey sit in cool water for about 15mins. Patted it dry and then went with Alton Brown’s method for roasting and Real Simple’s recipe.

The Boswell Black Friday excitement went to a new Dyson. My loving husband was helping vacuum on Turkey day and the vacuum broke. So with the glory of $170 off we ordered the Animal Dyson and got free shipping via Amazon. Why did we get the Animal you ask? Well it will be good for sucking up pet hair….

After the Thanksgiving madness, I made my cookies to send out for the Great Blogger Cook Exchange. I sent them out last week and I believe they have now made their merry little way to my matches. I’m anxiously awaiting my cookies!

And finally we arrive right back to the present. Trevor and I constructed our gingerbread house (fruit roll-up roof tiles) and our house has some Christmas cheer 🙂 Tonight I’m going to watch my favorite holiday movie…And hopefully make a bunch of Christmas cookies!

Left My Heart in the Emerald City

Hi friends! Did ya miss me?

Sorry I have been kind of wallowing… didn’t know what to write about, didn’t feel like anything exciting was going on… just in a funk.

So while I meander my way through “the winter is coming” blues, here’s what I’ve been up to!

Last weekend Trevor and I headed down to Seattle to catch the CU vs. Washington game. It was literally the quickest trip I’ve ever had, but I had a wonderful time.

We headed out Friday night and made it through our 3hr 30min flight to Seattle.

Trevor was taking his reading very seriously 🙂

It is a killer long flight. Think about how far you can get in the Lower 48 on a 3.5hr flight. I always have to a bag full of entertainment to make the journey down south. This time I rented “Bridesmaids”, had my book, iPod, and well… I brought Trevor. Bugging him usually provides a handful of entertainment 🙂 (Side Note: didn’t love Bridesmaids, it wasn’t as funny as I wanted it to be, and they tried to mesh crude humor with chick flick… kinda awk)

Upon arrival, we got into football mode.. I told Trevor to make a tough/bad ass face and he did this…

Fear is now instilled in your heart… right?

Since we arrived at 10pm, it was a quick night. We headed down town to The Tap House and had some great happy hour hors d’oeuvres. I love restaurants that have late night food deals. This place had a ridiculous amount of beers on tap, so if you’re looking for a wide selection of brews, this is the place.

We opted to stay closer to the University though, save ourselves the traffic, and just walk to the stadium. University Inn did the job. Perfect location, continental brunch included, great price, but the pillows were complete crap. So there ya go!

Our Buff pride shined on Saturday regardless of the score.

We were literally barked out of the stadium (Husky mascot and all), but we had a great time seeing a friend of Trevor’s from college ROTC and his wife. I even got to see some of my sorority sisters that were out in Seattle for the weekend. Can I just say, I love being able to see my friends all over the country and world. Makes me feel like I have friends everywhere, which is always nice 🙂

From the end of game we pretty much had 12 hours remaining in our trip. I’ll be back tomorrow with the Saturday night story, and Sunday explorations!

366

I have now been married for a year and one day.

Thank you, thank you…. I appreciate the round of applause 🙂

In my infinite wisdom as a married woman I wanted to share some year one stories.

Our wedding was wonderful and perfect…

I think the only hitch that people could see was this..

We were trying to light my parents 37 year old unity candle. Things didn’t exactly go well… The wick was resistant to light and we ended up faking it 🙂 As you can tell by my face I was thrilled.

Married life for us has involved a lot of traveling, at least for year one. Post wedding we headed out to St. Lucia for a Sandals honeymoon.

While I found it rather amusing to count the number of women with french manicures as we neared our destination, we quickly realized we were not the only newlyweds. The resort was beautiful, and the all you can eat/drink offerings were delicious. (Side note: if you ever go to a Sandals resort please enjoy a Dirty Banana. It’s a cocktail and its life-changing).

Sandals also did a fabulous job of treating each couple like we were the only honeymooners. While we couldn’t drop the line “We just got married” or “We’re on our honeymoon” and expect an upgrade, Sandals handed each couple nice perks that still make us feel special (i.e. massages, champagne, cheesy desserts that have “love” written in chocolate).

Plus it was actually nice to be at a resort surrounded by people who are there to solely spend time with their spouse. No kids, no drunk college kids, and everyone making googly eyes at their new bride/groom.

From the honeymoon we went over to glamorous Korea for Trevor to get back into the swing of work.

Please enjoy my husband’s creeper stache… Mustaches are apparently a “must” when you’re overseas. As a newlywed I found this both disappointing and revolting. I found this was the first instance that as a wife I was able to use sex as a weapon. Don’t be fooled, you will do it too. Lesson one learned.

From Korea, it was time to head back to the US to our new homestead. Yes, North Pole, Alaska.Not only were we newlyweds but new home-owners; which in itself is a learning experience.

Living with my husband has been comedic, frustrating, awesome, and comforting. After a year apart dating, it’s obviously an opposite side of the spectrum to live together.

I’ve learned things, like Trevor grinds his teeth in his sleep. This factor has now gifted us with the blessing of a mouth guard. I can’t tell you the sex appeal it offers. My favorite part is his retainer style lisp 🙂

Shockingly I’m not without quirks and habits that Trevor had not discovered prior to marriage. For example, my jaw pops, particularly when I eat cereal. This has become one of Trevor’s pet peeves. I have received more death stares in the morning than I care to count. Honey, I apologize. Blame it on my orthodontist that insisted on making me wear rubber bands. I hated him for it too.

We’ve landscaped a yard, foster cared for a dog, met new friends, settled into a new state, and soaked up time together. It was an interesting year, that’s for sure.

I know it wasn’t the easiest year on either of us. So many things to learn, to juggle, and to compromise on, but we did well. I may have talked Trevor’s face off a few times, and he may have tuned me out on numerous occasions.

Bottom line, year one was a success. I love my husband with all my heart and am happy to move on to year two together. I know a few things lie ahead, like hosting our second Thanksgiving and a family trip to Hawaii, but I know we’ll also be handed some surprises.

Looking forward to new and exciting adventures 🙂

A Little QT

A four-day weekend is upon us and Trevor and I will be departing today for a long weekend together. A little Quality Time if you will 🙂

This summer has flown by and we’ve had very little down time to absorb any of it.

June was entirely dedicated to our yard overhaul, constructing our patio, and learning what the true meaning of home ownership is.

July was a mish mash of family visitors, military exercises and overall chaos.

August literally slipped through my fingers. Between having a double dose of colds and both of us being rather busy (babies, Air Force stuff, and whatever else you can think of) we just didn’t get much time to mellow out.

So tomorrow, my goofy and adorable husband is sweeping me off to who knows where so that we can decompress. We both need a little break from regular life, and are going to be those annoying couple-y people 🙂

So I hope you all have a lovely Labor Day weekend! May it be filled with gorgeous weather, a handsome man, a large glass of wine, and hopefully some R&R.

Cheers!

*yes this was a shameless post highlighting my husband. But guess what? When there are only two of you, one person is behind the camera… 🙂 And I happen to think he’s rather good-looking.

A Couple of Things

I’m sure many of you have realized, if you’re a big blog reader like me, that many writers have tens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of posts on their kids. They can tell you about their pregnancies, their cravings, their birth story, favorite toys, diapers, furniture… you get the point.

Now I’m obviously not ragging on the non-child bearing population because I’m one of them. I love my non-toddler-diaper-plastic toy life right now. I love spending all my time with my handsome hubby.

The thing is that once you roll into this place called “the military world” you quickly realize that Baby Land is not only in your future but knocking at your door.

Let me explain. We are in the “two is enough for us” phase. As in two people in our house. Not two kids. But Baby Land is very much a part of my life. The military has what they call “baby assignments”, don’t be fooled… they are every assignment. I swear if they set up a base in Iraq that spouses can go to, there will be babies. Every base is chalked full of waddling, round bellied ladies. So what ends up happening to the non-child bearing wives is the definition of peer pressure.

“When are you going to have kids?” (I think they want the answer: Tomorrow)

“Are you guys going to start trying soon?” (Yes actually, do you have a free room?)

“You know this a baby assignment right? Maybe even two!!” (Greeaattt, someone get me knocked up right now!!)

There is the understanding crowd that will tell you to wait, to enjoy your time with your spouse… these are the gems that are supportive of your choice to not immediately pop out babies. I love them.

But what quickly happens is a down pour of baby knowledge and facts and gross information that people who don’t have kids may want to run the other way from. If you ever hear anything starting with “mucus” come out of a pregnant lady’s mouth I encourage you to run for the door.

I find that the better route is to listen, absorb and keep the key nuggets that may come in useful down the road. However the boob/breastfeeding talk, I zone out. Otherwise I end up staring at the poor girl’s chest like a deer in headlights. Sorry friends if I’ve done this too you.

I find most of it rather amusing though. Hearing about babysitter politics (apparently sharing is a risky idea), what ages do what, and how to survive the crabby baby days.Its just a humorous part of the military that no matter how unready you may be for a baby, they will provide information, examples and anything else they can think of for your pregnancy-encouraging enjoyment.

Thankfully my pregnant friends have tolerated my rather childish reactions, silly questions, and offer pretty sound, awesome, advice.

Bottom line is I think Trevor and I are happy where we’re at for right now. We can go on vacations, go out to dinners and movies, and all without a stroller in tow. So there is my answer to the “when are you guys going to have kids” question.

The Second Date

Where I last left off I believe everyone should grasp that I was a bit ga-ga over Trevor (not GaGa, there was no meat dress or weird lobster shoes). Our first date was cute and sweet and I felt like I was hanging out with Prince Charming. It all felt very comfortable and easy.

Date Numero Dos was a liiittttllleee different. Date two involved new characters who were introduced into the plot.

I had a job last year up the canyon from Boulder. It was a quirky little location; I worked in a house, had zero cell reception, and had my two friends as co-workers. These two co-workers were the first to meet Trevor and give him a larger look into my life.

My handsome date was kind enough to offer to bring me lunch only 12 hours after we had ended our first date. None of that wait three days for a phone call nonsense. He made the drive up the winding canyon with Panera in tow and was welcomed into my little work world. Poor guy.

Within the first five minutes we broke into what I can only call “girl spaz” attacks and were laughing and finishing each other’s sentences. We were dorks. Case and point, we made him watch this video.

See? We were embarrassing. But guess what I’m still embarrassing and he married me. I wave my nerd flag and I wave it everyday.

Honestly, though, lunch was fun. It was funny to have this new guy already meeting my friends and coworkers and it all felt like it fit. I had a school girl crush and was so happy to have a cute guy bringing me lunch.

When he headed out we made plans for that night. His last night in town. His last night in town before he went back to JAPAN. WHERE HE LIVED. WHICH IS A 16 HOUR TIME DIFFERENCE. sigh.

Now this is where is truly ridiculous chivalrous, manly, hotness came out. I was so tired from being out late, driving my commute home and then back to work early that Friday morning that my cute pilot offered to drive all the way from Boulder to Fort Collins to pick me up. That’s over an hour of driving. Oh and we were going to hang out in Boulder. I was too sleep deprived to graciously decline.

So he picked me up and we talked and stared at each other on the drive back to the Boulder area… Where was he taking me you ask? He was taking me to a very local, hometown street fair. It would totally be a hometown date on The Bachelor.. very American and cute. Oh and by the way his parents where there. So it was exactly the same as The Bachelor. Who meets a guy’s parents on the second date? That’d be me. Oddly Trevor’s parents, who are divorced and his dad lives in another state, were conveniently in the same location at this very same street fair. Cool

So I met the parents, I was nervous and sweating. Oh hey future in-laws! But as overwhelmed and nervous as I was, we did get our first couple picture..

Trevor and I hung out and listened to the band, bought delicious kettle corn, downed a beer, and acted like we’d met months ago. After the street fair we went to his mom’s house because he needed to pack up his stuff for his 8am flight. It was odd to be helping him, why was I packing up my date’s stuff? Aren’t we supposed to be at a movie or something? But this was a habit to get used to.

Trevor drove me home at 1am and then hung out with me until almost 3am. We were both barely keeping our eyes open but the time was literally almost out. He needed to drive back to his mom’s so she could take him to the airport. The pit in my stomach was forming…

As I walked him out and said a very dumb-struck good bye. I hugged him and kissed him good night. We said our first I love you. You can roll your eyes if you want, but if you know me this was very out of character. I love my friends, I love food, I love dogs… but boys well, it takes me a bit longer than 48hrs. Not with Trevor. I hugged him again, and literally as he pulled out of my driveway I thought “he’s a big deal, he’s it”.

I was 22. I had just got my first job. I hadn’t even lived on my own yet. I found him.

He left for Japan that morning and we talked, and texted his entire journey back to northern Japan. A routine soon set in of talking to him around 4-5am for an hour or two. We emailed like crazy. I got to know my best friend via letters, phone calls, and Skype dates. There wasn’t the convenience of quiet time on the couch or the distractions of going out to eat at a restaurant.

Two months later he came to visit me. About every 8-9wks for the next 8 months was our dating story. By the time we got married we’d spent less than 3 months together.

How I Met My Husband Part III

Thursday August 13th was the big first date. After our three hour phone conversation I had several things outlined in my head about my date. He was an Air Force fighter pilot, he currently lived in JAPAN, and he seemed like the nicest human being on earth. (Nice and handsome? That never happens).

First of all, I mentioned previously his Match.com profile, he had his location listed as Louisville, CO. So when we talked about his work and life, he dropped the bomb that he was currently stationed in Northern Japan. In my mind this meant only one thing, I got to go on a very nice date with a very good looking guy but obviously this wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t interested in a mega-long distance relationship.

Secondly, the fighter pilot factor wasn’t so much a “thing”to me as much as I just thought it was neat. However when I told my college guy friend I was going out with a fighter pilot that night, he almost asked to go. I realized that maybe being an F-16 pilot is a bigger deal to some people. Note to self don’t hate on air planes on date.

Finally, the phone conversation had also firmly established that Trevor was a 100% genuine, sweet, and kind man. From his obvious love of the Air Force, to his obsession with dogs, and the ability to put me at ease even though I was talking to a complete stranger; he was honestly the nicest guy I’d ever talked to. I had no idea what to expect on the date… maybe there would be zero chemistry? Maybe he would look nothing like his very good looking photogenic Match pictures? Maybe he just wasn’t as good as he seemed?

After a work meeting on my end, and an afternoon with god parents on his end, Trevor and I were scheduled to meet on Pearl Street at Tahona. I was early. Obviously. So I sat in my car and read an US Weekly until I could stroll up and meet my second Match.com bachelor. Trevor, however, was late. If you know me at all, I was staring at the clock, counting the minutes, anxiety rising with each tick. I am not a late person. But my blonde haired 6’3″ date did arrive…. Actually he power walked looking rather frazzled up to the restaurant. Poor guy was a bit frantic. But from my car ,right in front of the restaurant, I recognized him and walked up to save him from the awkward where-is-my-date-restaurant-walk-around.

God he was tall. Tall and handsome. He had the real honest to goodness light blue eyes that make a girl weak at the knees. He was better than the pictures. That smile. Wow. If anyone was watching I’m sure they saw me desperately batting my eye lashes and pathetic girlish giggles were erupting.

I somehow managed to act mostly normal through dinner. We had pretty easy conversation and minimal awkward silences 🙂 From Tahona we hit a Boulder standard, The Walrus, for some pool. Trevor bought us some beers but at this point I was so conscious of not acting like a 12yr old school girl that I had about 2 teeny tiny sips. As I remember it, I won both games. Trevor says he won the second game but what really happen is on the first break he scratched… I was gracious and let him have a mulligan. Your welcome honey.

Pearl Street Mall

After I handed him his butt in pool, we walked around Pearl Street. As we sat on a bench and I had googly eyes listening to my Prince Charming,  a lovely homeless man decided it was his moment to cut in on the conversation. Apparently on the almost empty street he was going to throw down a fight. He was kind enough to ask Trevor if he would like to have his back. You know cause they were buds? The thing is I have a bizarre fear of homeless people (I was grabbed when I was little in SF and am rather jumpy ever since), so while Trevor was being propositioned for his fighting prowess, I was slowly sinking lower and lower trying to disappear from sight. Knight in shining armor date that he was, Trevor came to the rescue and somehow persuaded homeless-fighter man to vacate the area. My hero 🙂 Obviously he could have taken an imaginary ninja in seconds, but he was humble enough to walk away.

The thing about this whole date was that had it been anyone else it would have been very regular, very vanilla. But I was head over heels after an hour. Prior to our homeless weirdo interaction I already had the thought of “I think I could marry this guy”. And no it wasn’t the I’m going home to doodle my name with his last name kind of thing. It was the “this guy has all the qualities that I would love in a husband”.

Yes I kissed him on the first date. Sorry. He was hot. I almost had to. What with my eye lash batting, incessant giggling, and drooling all over everything he said, he was lucky I didn’t lunge at his lips halfway through the date.

So that was our first date. I had one more date with this man before he left me in my tracks to head back to Japan. Twenty-four hours to soak up a guy that I had just met and was already infatuated with. I have one last post on our “meeting” and then you’ll be rid of my love-sick possibly vomit inducing teenage story 🙂

Happy Sunday everyone…