The Good Guy - A Dating Series

Well, today is the day folks! It’s time for me to get personal about my history of dating for this new series. I must admit I am a tad bit excited to share some of this with you, but I’m also nervy to chat about some of it, but whatevs, I’m going all in and I’m not leaving any of the juicy details out.

I do have a few disclaimers before I embark on this journey – 1.) No one’s real name will be used. 2.) My goal is to be as honest as possible as to how these relationships affected me

Okay so let’s get started!

Growing up in a small town you tend to know everyone and their business, but I found that not to be true my Freshman year of high school. I’ll never forget sitting in Mr. Richard’s English Class for second period and as I’d wait for class to begin there was this blonde boy (Chance) that would stand by the door and stare into our classroom every day. I could’ve swore he was always glaring at my friend behind me as she was popular and pretty, and at the time, I didn’t really have an interest in dating. I was pretty naïve as I was only 14 at the time and my parents said I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 15. So, I knew the rules and I didn’t try to break them, not yet anyway.

The school year goes on and he continues to do the same thing every day, but we never spoke a word to each other. When I was in off season, I would work at our local Subway after school and Chance would occasionally come through the drive-thru or come in to order. For some reason it always seemed as if I was the only person who would make his sandwich. I remember his order to this day – a footlong on wheat bread, oven roasted chicken, American cheese, toasted with A LOT (like an ungodly amount) of honey mustard and he’d always get the jalapeno flavored chips. (I’m laughing at myself for the fact that I still remember that and kind of embarrassed by it.) This routine happened for several weeks if not most of my freshman year.

To be honest, this was over 10 years ago, and I don’t remember how we began the “talking” phase of our relationship. I’d imagine it was because we had mutual friends but that’s the best guess I have. The only thing I remember during this phase was there was this other guy in Chance’s class that came up to my locker one day and asked me on a date. First of all, I don’t think I ever spoke a word to this guy and I barely knew his name. Second thing is when he came up to my locker and asked me on a date I remember he was soooo nervous. All I remember saying was, “I’m not allowed to date yet. I’m sorry.” and the poor guy walked away with such sadness on his face. I felt really bad. I mean, I truly wasn’t allowed to date at the time, but I didn’t even know who he was. Moral of this little story is that if a guy wants to ask a girl out she at least needs to know who you are and you both need to have had some sort of interaction beforehand.

Okay moving forward….A few weeks after that happened Chance and I were walking down the hallway right before we had volleyball and football practice and during our conversation he puts his arm around me and asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend. (Swoon worthy, right?! LOL!) Of course I said yes and from then on the rest was pretty much history. We spent every day together that we possibly could. After school I’d go over to his house or he’d come over to mine, and if I had to work he would come visit me. In hindsight I would like to tell myself, “Girlfriend, you spend wayyyy too much time with this boy. Stop revolving your whole world around him!” but when you’re young and you really really like someone you want to spend all the time in the world with them and it seems no time is ever enough with one another.

We had so much fun together and after about 6ish months the “L” word was dropped. He said it first but I remember thinking the same thing. I don’t fully remember the timing of this but I believe we were at a friends house watching a movie.  It’s funny how now I can look back at this moment in my life and realize this wasn’t love at all, rather it was raging hormones, lust, and a fun adventure. At the time though I really was head over heels for the guy.

Chance worked hard in every sport he played and after school/on weekends he’d go help his dad check cattle or haul hay. A few times I went with him and I was shocked that just one square bale weighed more than 50lbs. If neither of us were at work, we’d be down at the river with friends or in the Whataburger parking lot after a Friday night football game. Everything seemed so incredibly perfect and I could really see us saying “till death do us part”. We were definitely that small town couple that people said would date for years to come and we did just that.

To continue on to Part 2 click here.