This is a repost from Feburary 2017. I am currently going through a divorce with the man I was to marry in this story, but I will still forever love our love story… especially since it began with love for myself and ended there as well.
“Galentine’s” Day – February 13, 2015
2 years ago today, I had come to a place where I was happy to be single, live my life that way, and had just generally gotten used to the notion that love was something to be enjoyed by other people.
It was a cold, snowy, February 13, and me and my main girl Courtney were ready for “Galentines Day”, a day where just the two of us would get all boozed up and spend a night dancing downtown having a good time in light of our annoyance over the imminent “love holiday” of Valentine’s Day.
As the vodka drinks in our systems accumulated, so did the snow, and our plans to go downtown were squashed as we realized that we, and our chosen outfits and shoes, wouldn’t stand a chance in the elements.
Eager to still go out and have a good time, we settled on visiting the “cougar bar” the Wortley Roadhouse, where we proceeded to have one of the best nights we had out together. Drinks were being slung everywhere we turned, we were meeting all sorts of interesting characters, and best of all, we cut it up on the dancefloor like I hadn’t in years. By all accounts, I was having the time of my life, enjoying my life, enjoying my best friend, and pretty much just “doing me”.
During a break from our serious dancing, I can remember taking a sip from a drink and then looking up across the bar to see a bearded red-head clad in a leather motorcycle jacket looking at me. I’ll never forget the look on his face when we locked eyes, and he gave me a little wave. “Huh,” I thought with more than a bit of intrigue.
If I were to say the rest was history, I’d be lying; it took us a few months to get everything on track to the point we could be with each other, both having different obligations at the time, and of course, I had just committed myself to my single life…
But as they say, things that are meant to be, fall into place, and this is what has happened with me and the love of my life, Levi, who I’ll marry next month.
Since being together, we’ve traveled 3 continents, moved together across the world, own animals together, and now own a successful business together. It came together easily, because it was a meant-to-be match.
This isn’t to be a sappy love story, but it’s mostly to show that I don’t think I would have been able to be the partner I am and to fall in love the way I have had I not had that important single girl time where I was just “doing me” and enjoying life.
I had put away any notions of “looking or searching” for Mr. Right and instead had just found happiness within myself as a single girl.
So to any single girls looking for love and feeling a bit annoyed with the imminence of Valentine’s Day, do you. Be you. Live your life for you, and all about you. Treasure your times with yourself as those are the most character building and precious. Hold on tight to your friendships, never say no to an invitation, and never hold back just being you, even if it means cutting a rug on the dance floor amongst multiple vodka drinks in a cougar bar.
You never know who’s watching…