It's better to have loved.

    I have currently found myself back in the dating world very recently. It has been a crappy, sucky, confusing, and humbling last couple of weeks. Breaking apart from a relationship and separating yourself from someone that you formed a deep attachment to, someone that you grew to trust and form a bond with has caused me to shift gears and force me to look at things in a different perspective. Seeing someone move on in the next step of their life with me staying behind has been a difficult view to watch. However, because I forced myself to do the "adult" and put myself first has made me put my feelings, thoughts, fears, and love out in the open once again. The fear of them being rejected, accepted, or put to the side has caused my patience to be tried and my confidence to waiver. I learned some new things about myself in the past year. I learned that I could find happiness in a relationship again. I saw that with consistency, standards, and expectations one will either rise to the occasion or they will fail. I saw that someone can match my effort, even if it was just for a short amount of time. I was reminded (once again) for a relationship to truly work, it's going to take open communication, no guards, and abandoning all caution for the fear of being hurt.

      Through all this though, I have come to a few realizations and learned a couple things about myself. now that I am back to square one of dating.

1. I hate dating, I hate the dating world. I hate the dating game. I would rather be completely single and not have to worry about anyone but my dern self. OR I would rather be in a fully committed, monogamous relationship that has a purpose. I hate the meeting people, being set up because you are single, and the back and forth of waiting for the phone call or text message.
2. With #1 being written, maybe I am going to lay low for a while. I have been honest with myself and a couple people. I have put myself out there to be loved and now I must wait to see if I am going to be received, accepted, and loved in return. I know I will eventually, but for right now a girl must be patient and wait for the promises God has in store for her.
3. I deserve to be with someone who thinks I hung the moon. I want to be a constant priority. I want to be considered first in all decisions. I want to find my best friend.
4. This is going to sound crazy but-- I will know I have found "the one" when he does this one specific act for me. I haven't told anyone because I want the act to be done in a genuine effort. You may say, "Well, if you don't tell anyone, how will he know to do this act for you?' If who I am dating truly knows my heart, what makes me happy, and listens to me--he will find his way and do this one specific thing.

    I don't know what will happen next. I told a friend that going through a break-up during the summer can be a good thing because it's nothing that a little bit of water, sun, and cold drinks can't fix for a broken heart. But you know, if I hadn't had put myself out there, I wouldn't have made some great memories and met some great people. It's all part of finding yourself. Finding who you are to be with and finding your happy. It's going to require me putting myself back out there again, and I already have in little steps. With my heart guarded, I am slowly finding my way back to where I am supposed to be. I'll learn to trust again, I'll love again. But right now, I just need to live.

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style. -Maya Angelou

YOLO! Or, maybe not?

     It's been a while since I have blogged. I can't really say I've been busy. Nothing just hasn't really hit me lately. That is, until two friends of mine lost their father unexpectedly.

    When I received the news the two different times that my friends' fathers had passed away, I got a sickening pit in my stomach. My first thought was, "My God, this cannot be happening." My second thought is, "I need to be with them. What can I do?" My final thought was, "This is not going to be easy." Anytime someone passes away, you are left with the "What can I do or say?" syndrome. This past winter, Newbie's step-grandfather passed away and he kept saying, "I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I don't like going to funerals." To which I replied, "No one actually enjoys these things. But, the only thing you can do is just to be present when needed and give love. Don't try to make it up with words."

    And I think what made it the hardest was seeing my friends, who are normally such strong willed women who never cry, break in such a fragile moment. Normally it is I who throws the tantrums or the fits with them consoling me and bringing me back to level ground. With them, they weren't throwing fits. They were missing their daddy--the one who was the first man they ever loved, made them laugh, and taught them to love beach music and NASCAR racing. I can't bring their father back to their world, nor can anyone replace their father. So what do we do?  We grieve for a while. We dwell in memories, stories, and songs of those that have passed. But, with all that going on-we continue living life. We slowly pick ourselves up off the floor, regain some sort of normalcy and look onward. Sometimes it's your family that forces you moving on, knowing they need you. It may be your work that you throw yourself into. But whatever it is, you grab a hold on to this sacred piece and you keep going.

    Earlier today, I was talking to one of my friends that just lost her dad a few weeks ago. As we were texting, she made the comment how she hates seeing her FB filled with people complaining about spending time with their family, having to be somewhere they don't want to be, or finding minor things to complain about in their life. Then she wrote, "I would give anything up to have to go to dinner with my dad." Tears instantly welled up in my eyes (and now as I type this). How many of us have had opportunity to spend time with someone and we had a hard heart about it? Or maybe, we just didn't make that person a priority because we think, "Oh, we'll just go to dinner next Tuesday instead...I'll call her Saturday when I actually have time to talk to her." We get so caught up in our own world that we put those that we love on the back burner, thinking they will always be there. We compromise our time with this person--maybe to spend some time with someone else, to just be alone, or rather we just don't want to do whatever we are supposed to do, probably for selfish reasons. 

     I believe this to be true especially in relationships. It is human nature to be selfish and to look out for your own personal best interests, which isn't necessarily a horrible character trait because I believe sometimes you just have to do what is best for you. But in a relationship, you have to commit to put your other half first a lot of the times. See what their needs are and meet them. Maybe it's just a little bit more communication. Maybe it is doing a kind act for that person. Maybe it's just a simple act of listening. You make time for that person because the truth of the matter is, if you really want to be with that person--you will make an honest true to God effort to connect with him/her--and do it with a grateful heart. You make time for who you want to be with (and I think I have written this before...several times). And I use the word connect because right now, for me, seeing my other half isn't really possible at the moment. So, our connecting and making each other priority has resulted to text messages through out the day, SnapChats, and phone calls before bed to debrief about our day. Do we always get to have decent conversations about what is going on? No, not every day. But we try to at least touch base in the morning and evening. And if that doesn't happen, then some re-direction and a new game plan takes place. I would say that we always have tomorrow, but we don't.

    So, I guess my final thought for tonight is, "Who are you making a priority? What are you making a priority in your life?" It may be a job. It may be school. It may be a hobby. Hopefully it's your family and those that you really care for on a daily basis. This past Sunday, Perry Noble, pastor of NewSpring church made the following statement (or at least along these lines because I can't find my random scrap note paper, dang it): When you put someone or something first, it is obviously the most important thing in your life at that moment. I think a major part of this problem is that society tells that it's ok if you don't want to do something or see someone. The morality of putting others first, staying in touch and building those relationships has gone to pot with technology. Yes, a quick scroll through Facebook will leave you thinking, "Oh! Another baby!...Wedding bells, again!...Oh, girl--hit the gym...Oh what an idiotic comment to make." A quick comment or like can suffice but it can't be everything. Maybe we need to take a moment and figure out what we are placing first--are we spending precious moments with people that we truly care about?  We need those moments with friends and family. Just recently, my three best friends and I decided to up our girls night out from once a month to every other week. We realized that we need each other more than ever--all four of us are at four total different points in our life but we balance each other out. So, setting GNO dates in advance holds us accountable to see one another and it gives us something to look forward to at the end of each week.

    Earlier today, I joked with my friend, "YOLO!" and I absolutely HATE that statement. Nothing makes that statement have such a negative connotation when someone you know personally passes away unexpectedly. And we are left reevaluating our own lives, making ourselves feel inadequate because we aren't doing something out of the ordinary- it reminds us that maybe we aren't living these extraordinary, exciting life. But actually you are. Yes, you live only once but don't be reckless with what you have--don't take those around you for granted. Love on them. Talk to them. Be with them. Because at the end of the day, you can't live in the shadow of past regrets or you'll die each time.
  

It's over.

Two words that can turn any one's world upside down in so many contexts. It can mean that the life storm has passed and calm waters are ahead. It can mean that a event is done and you sadly missed the whole show. It can be said in the meaning that the week is done-- and it's the weekend! Or, that the weekend is over. So sad.

Or it can mean that a relationship is over between two people. Just thinking that about those two words brings back hurt and feelings that you can never get past.

Tonight, though, my thought isn't about moving past a broken relationship or moving on. I have been thinking about how when you hear those words, what is your immediate action? Do you accept defeat? Do you come to peace with it, knowing that in your heart it just wasn't right or meant to be? Does it become just a little bit of both? Maybe you strut your crazy on the front porch and let everyone know that you are now the official crazy ex-girlfriend.

Tonight, I spoke to my college best friend. She was head over heels for the guy she was seeing. They met at the end of the summer and the relationship progressed so quickly. The "L" word was said, the "M" word was talked about, and the idea of her moving to be closer to him over the summer was very real. Last week, I spoke to her and she made the comment that things didn't just seem right. Girls get those feelings. Sometimes it's just paranoia but other times there is a true reason to feel that way. Side note: the last few times I have felt this way, it wasn't paranoia. There was always something lurking around the corner that soon revealed itself and brought hidden situations to light. Anyways, moving on--she met up with her beau the next day because she was in town for an appointment. After a few awkward moments, he dropped the bombshell on her: It's over.

Actually, he said, "I think we need to break up for the next three months until I graduate." That comment in itself flew all over me. I'll get to that in a minute.

When I asked how she was doing with this ending so suddenly, her reply was, "I'm ok. I'm totally at peace with this because deep down I knew it wasn't right if I was completely honest with myself." Yeah, it hurt like mad. The next day included several tears. But, she said that peace that soon settled in her heart was what took the pain all away.

At what point do we just accept that a relationship isn't the one for us? If we know that relationship isn't the one, how you handle it? Do you rip it off like a Band-Aid and deal with the immediate burn of hurting someone you care for or even hurting yourself? Or do you slowly peel it off hoping that it doesn't end too badly and you have lessened the burn for the both of you--letting the other one down gently? You get the end result. A wound is exposed that is left to breathe some fresh air so that it can heal.

Sometimes it's hard to look inward and be completely honest. Why it is the hardest to be honest with ourselves? Probably because we know what we will see and it's not what we want to see. We may want something for that moment but that doesn't necessarily mean its the best for us.

In the end, my friend realized she had settled for what was best for her. While some of her desires were being met, her most important wants and needs in a man were falling short. I'm definitely guilty of that. Compromising what I want in a man just so I don't have to feel the loneliness. Any man can kiss my cheek and tell me I'm beautiful. But at the end of the day, has he touched my soul?

I was reading tonight about why some women are so impatient and how we typically settle for what we deserve. I'm not even really talking about seeking to find someone to marry. But, someone to date. Someone to spend time with on the weekends. Someone to build a friendship that may develop into a relationship that may, God willing, lead to marriage. Women fear that we are going to miss out on some of life's greatest joys: marriage, kids, traveling with your love, having someone to come home to each night. Fear creeps in and soon has us doubting our true self worth all over the place. I especially start to doubt myself as a confident woman and if I am truly worth the fight. And can we just talk about the external pressure from society? If you are not married by the age of 35, your odds of getting married drop to 5%. If you're 40, you are more likely to be killed by a terrorist. True stats. Research it. However, on the flip side, if I wait until after I am thirty, I have only an 8% chance of going through a divorce. It's a statistical battle being a woman approaching 30! (I'm not even worried about the getting pregnant part-- I'm currently seeking out friends that have had multiple kids that want to have my kids for me. They seem to be pretty good at it.)

So, what are we to do? Of course,  we need to be completely honest with who we want as a potential forever love. I used to be the queen of making lists of standards I wanted in a husband. I still have little check marks and notches in my mind. Somewhere, in a deep old journal I am sure that list is still there. Is it bad to have a checklist? I think not. I think if you pray over that list and ask God to help you truly reveal one who would be best suited for you, then that is perfectly fine. The Bible says that if the Lord will give us the desires of heart if we pray. However, the Bible also says that no man should come before him--and this means searching for a forever love. My cousin has a specific standard of a Godly man that she wants. If you were to ask her right now, she could tell you point by point and reason for what she is searching in a man. I think she's more specific than I am. She text me the other day and said, "Do you not have any attractive, single, Godly, athletic men you can introduce me to?" I told her, "Are you kidding me? I was going to move to Florida in hopes to try a different fishing pond!" It is frustrating. We live in a society where standards and morals have flipped. There seems to be a shortage of men. Especially a shortage of commendable men. We have to look for specific qualities in a potential forever love while dating. If they aren't there while dating, what makes us think that these qualities will shine through in a marriage or in a future?

Also, when a relationship ends we have to know that God has all things that work together for His good and our good. We have to trust that. A common prayer that I pray daily is that for God to slam the door shut in this relationship if it is not for me or for Him. I also add that if He does this, He needs to make it harder to pry open than a bottle of nail polish that hasn't been opened since last summer. I want God to remove anything that doesn't bring me good and positive to my life But I also know I tend to give chances that I shouldn't. If it's closed and locked, then I can't try to go back and open that specific door again. If I get a feeling that something isn't right, I pray that if it's the enemy that it would be removed from my mind. If it isn't the enemy, then I pray that God would open my eyes to the truth and help me see what needs to be seen. Which, of course, always leads back to being honest with yourself, and your mate being honest with you.

When my friend told me that her ex said he wanted to date after graduation, I immediately punched my steering wheel. Once again, the male brain spits out an excuse to a female, thinking it looks like a perfectly good piece of white toilet paper but in the end it just has crap smeared all over it. The best thing he could have told my friend was, "I'm sorry. I just cannot do this anymore. The relationship is over." When I asked her what his reasoning was for wanting to wait to date til after graduation, she said that his school schedule (he's in med school) and graduation and trying to find a job was overwhelming, plus trying to make her happy. My immediate response was, "Oh, so you were a burden to him? That's comforting to know." Girls. If a guy makes you feel like you are burden or not up on the importance notch, YOU need to back away, or let him know. Yes, there are times when you have to step back and take the back burner because life happens. But, in the end, he should want you there to go through those moments with him. If he cannot handle the pressures of a new job or a change in his life with you by his side, then he doesn't deserve to have you by his side. Those are moments when you rely on one another to push forward. You see how committed you are to push through those crappy, stressful moments. At the same time, he should let you know that he APPRECIATES you for being there. Plus, anyway, this guy knew that this time would be hard at the end of his school career. He shouldn't have entered into a relationship knowing this type of stress was coming. Sigh...thinking with the wrong head. Again.

At the end of the day, my friend knew the relationship wasn't right. Some new revelations were brought to light that she wants to see in a forever love. She also learned some things about herself. In the end, it has made me question and re-evaluate some things on my world. So, when you hear it's over, accept it. So, maybe your odds of being killed by a terrorist increased a little? It's better to hear those words now. Like I always say, we (single girls) are just lowering the divorce rate with one bad date/dating relationship at a time.

Dating from a Distance-One Month Later

   This past weekend officially marked Newbie being gone for a month. Fortunately, his mother suggested a road trip to go visit him a few weeks ago. We decided on this past weekend so I was so excited to head back out to Oxford again. We had a great trip--I didn't make too big of a fool of myself in front of his mother during an eight hour drive there and then back, I was able to spend some one-on-one time with Newbie, see Oxford and Ole Miss, and get to know his precious mother a little bit better. Also, the stories she shared with me about Newbie and being a mother to three boys were priceless. A moment I will treasure in my heart. (Side note: before I left, my mother called to ask if I had "groomed" myself. And I did. It took me an hour to get it all done, but I was smooth and polished upon arrival in Oxford!)

    Tonight, however, I'm not really going to write about my trip. Another topic has been circling in my mind lately and has been the topic of some conversations with my friends, coincidently. Care to take a guess?

    Yeah, you're probably too tired to guess so I'll just start. Jealousy and being territorial.

    I have never been the jealous type. I have always been super trusting in relationships and friendships. In the past, I never worried about girls hitting on the guy I was seeing or the guy sneaking around behind my back. Why fool around with another girl or guy when you are committed to someone else? If you are not happy in that relationship then please be honest, bow out gracefully and do your thing. Because, if you choose to take the sneaky road and hide your private business, it will come to light eventually. It's funny how small of a world it is and how people connect, talk, and share...just sayin'.

    Lately, I have become more territorial. At first, I blamed it on my PMS because we all know my previous experiences of hormonal issues. (Side note: Last Monday PMS reared it's ugly head. Big time. My apologies for anyone that came in contact with me that day. Lots of tears, and a very big sarcastic-you're-getting-on-my-nerves-you-are-not-my-favorite-person attitude.) But, getting past my PMSing and continuing on with my life--it just continued. I won't say it got worse but it hasn't lessened. I talked to a good friend/co-worker about it today. She's married to a fabulous husband and a great bunch of kids (noticed I said bunch). She said she still struggles with this issue to this day. Her husband has never given her a reason to be this way--she just is. You may think, "Well, she has issues obviously." But, girls, you can't tell me somewhere in the back of your mind you don't wonder what goes on behind those private Facebook messages, text messages, and quick emails. Or, when you see a girl that you have never seen or heard and start making appearances on his social media--you turn into Carmen San Diego. Well. Carmen San Diego disappears but you start to track clues and create a timeline in your head and make up all these crazy situations. You have this sudden urge to check his texts, maybe "forget" to log out of his facebook and just filter through and see if anything catches your eye.

   And maybe you don't. Bravo and kudos to you. Please tell me where you get this self control at?

   After talking to some friends, I think I figured out where I'm failing at in this situation. It's pretty  much a combination of different things. I'm about to get really raw and expose some skin here. So bare with me (bonus points if you caught the pun).

1.  I have been totally insecure lately. Not really feeling good about myself (i.e. lack of grooming), I have found myself comparing me to other girls. I don't mean celebrities. I mean girls that I pass, meet, or friends of mine. Usually being a pretty motivated girl, I don't let this get me down too often. But, I think to myself, "Well. She's totally pretty and looks awesome in that picture. Why wouldn't he try to be with her?" And I feel like I'm speaking on the behalf of most single girls here. Maybe some married women feel this way. I'm not positive. But I know my mind has gotten to the best of me lately. It's an exhausting battle. Solution: Now, I bet Newbie $20 I could lose 10 pounds before him. Determination and goal set.

2.  Not knowing the unknown. When I write this I mean not knowing the future. Not knowing what is coming next. I have had some curveballs that have been thrown in my face and knocked me out. I handled those situations the best I could but hated the hurt and growth it brought sometimes. We want to know our future. I want to know if this relationship is "it." But I don't know that. I want to know where I will be planted in the next five years (hopefully not in Spartanburg). I have all these questions that I want to know...now. But, what good is the ride or going to the movie if you already know how it's going to end? Patience hasn't been my best quality lately. However, I also know I am not a fan of hanging around or doing something knowing I could have been doing something else productive with my life. Again, another exhausting battle. Solution: Find my grind and keep going. Focus on me only.

3.  Being away from my buddy. This has been the hardest, and I think it falls in line with not knowing the unknown. I went from spending weekends with Newbie and having him with me to not seeing him but once a month. Not knowing what he is doing, talking to, or anything--it's been incredibly hard. Keeping up with him is a full time job and having 500 miles between us just made it even more challenging. I am not saying I should be checking behind him because then that looks like I do not have one ounce of trust in our relationship. But the comfort of him near me isn't as regular as it used to be. Solution: Count down the days til we see each other again, and communicate!

    So what makes us women so territorial when it comes to our men when they haven't even really done anything or give us a reason to be that way? Mothering instinct? Protecting what is ours? In my head, I think to myself, "Man. I am finally happy in a relationship. I have found someone that I am falling for, that makes me laugh, and everything just seems to be falling into place." The thought of someone coming between us or trying to take what is mine gives me an urgency to protect my territory. The thought of it unraveling is unsettling. Do I trust Newbie? Yes. Has it been easy? Heck no. Do I trust other girls? No, not really. As I sit here thinking about all of this, I think back to my post where I wrote about learning how to trust in a relationship again. I'm just looking at this like it's another level of learning to trust. All this isn't new to Newbie (ha-say that five times fast). I told him how I felt this past weekend because he could "see the wheels turning" in my head (he's too good). He was understanding and reassuring, like always. He probably thinks, "Good God. What have I gotten myself into?" It's something I'm working on and making an honest effort to improve from my side.

   But, men, what are some things you could do to ease your woman's mind if she's like this? Just some thoughts from my end.
1. Tell her good morning and good night every day. First thing on your mind, last thing you think about before going to bed.
2.  Compliment her--inside and out. Think she looks great in her outfit? Tell her. Love how she handled the rude cashier or struggling with her job? Encourage her.
3.  Do something that lets her know that you are thinking about her. A text. A card. A voicemail. A post-it note on the coffee pot. Anything will do.
4.  When you are with her, be with her. Listen, converse, and hold eye contact. Touch her, hold her hand, stroke her head--we notice those little things.
5.  Profess your like/love for her. I'm not saying a mushy status or tweet--keep that private for your journal. But, a shoutout on social media, a throwback picture of you two...It's like you are claiming your territory, too. It feels good to know you like to brag on us, too.

   Girls, are you with me? Or am I totally out on a limb here? Men- any thoughts? Am I just totally failing at this dating from a distance thing or rather this is normal and something I just have to work through? Here's to hoping next month is more practical and refreshing.

Doing Me While Dating from a Distance

     My most serious relationships have been long distance relationships. I just realized that. Does that mean something about me--I love best from a distance? Man. I hope not. Surely not. I don't know. Maybe I just like my space or I just prefer men who do not live in Spartanburg. We'll go with the later.

     When Newbie moved to Mississippi a few weeks a go, the term "long distance" took a whole new meaning in my book. Previously, long distance was only 60 miles away and turned into a weekend relationship with occasional dates during the week. Now, we are looking at over 500 miles away with our next date no where in sight. All I can say is thank goodness for Snapchat and text messages.

     I hit a pretty big low this past week dealing with Newbie being gone. The last few weekends I have been pretty busy. For some reason, it hit me really hard this week that he is not around. I think I realized this while I was in the shower. I bent down to wash my feet. As I got closer to my legs I realized that I could not remember the last time I had shaved my legs or washed my hair. I noticed I needed a pedicure pretty badly. As I was washing my face, I noticed I needed to pluck my eyebrows and do some major cleansing on my face. All those "procedures" took place when I saw Newbie on the reg. But, because I have not seen him in over three weeks and knowing no time soon, I wasn't "pampering" myself on a regular basis. I thought to myself, "If he were to walk in right now and see my current condition, he may just walk right back out the door, all the way to Mississippi." Bravo, Jess. I ran into some mutual friends of ours last Saturday and I was thinking in the back of my mind, "They are probably thinking I have let myself go and Newbie is crazy to be with me. Gross, Jess."

    So, I thought to myself today (as I watched The Millionaire Matchmaker with my third cup of coffee), "How can I turn these down-time moments into something productive? What am I going to do with myself? Sleeping a Saturday away isn't going to help you at all" (I slept till noon due to a large dosage of Nyquil from the night before because I had no need to get up early).

     I feel like I am going back to reinventing myself. Trying to find my happy balance. I called my mom Thursday night so upset I could barely get my words out. It was a pretty emotional draining week and I was at my breaking point. She just kept saying, "I know it hurts. I know it's hard. But put yourself first, Jess. Just let it all out." I did just that. I let it hurt, and I just cried. I'm not sure I could pinpoint what exactly hurt. Knowing I was going another weekend without seeing Newbie? Finding out that it very well may be another two-three months before we see one another again? Being with one of my best friends as she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and starting a new part of a life I am longing for? Being out of wine? Or was it just exhaustion? I'm am going to go with all of the above.

    What is a girl to do? First things first, I shaved my legs. And my arms. And my toes. And any other part of my body that has hair (can I get an amen or was that too much information?). I then dragged my sorry butt to the gym and ran until I was exhausted. I treated myself to a caramel skinny iced latte and got my tan on. Something about the smell of my sweat, Starbucks and tanning oil instantly perked up my attitude. I would like to say that next I did something amazing, like fed the homeless or cleaned out and reorganized my closet. But all I did was open a bottle of Skinny Girl Sangria and curled up in bed to watch Untold Stories of the ER on TLC.

    Baby steps. One. Two. Three.

    So, what do I do next? I'm not quite sure. Continue a pattern of the gym, obviously. I know, I know--exercising increases happy endorphins. With the rest of the time I am trying to make a point to spend more time with friends and their kids. I have found myself calling my mother more. Working has been my sanity (and that's pretty sad where such a crazy job seems so normal). I have plans to visit friends in NC in the next few weekends just so I can leave town for a few days. But that will only go so far and last so long until I am bored with that. That just sounded really bad. I'm not saying seeing my friends is boring but you miss that longing that friends cannot fill.

     I guess the worst part is I start to think in the back of my mind, "Man. I hope this is worth it and it's going somewhere." I am trying not to compare my past long distance relationship to my current situation. I guess if anything I learned we both have to do a whole lot more communicating and be creative in letting one another know that we're going to be ok. Hand written letters, text messages, voicemails and late at night phone calls have been my saving grace.

    (And, for the record--can we not compare this to a couple where one of them may be in the army and they go months and months without seeing one another? That is a whole other level of relationship strength that I am not sure I could handle. Those couples--I admire.)

    I'll continue on the path of righteousness. Our prayer has been that this is God's will for us. His opportunity is there and my opportunity is here--apparently taking care of myself (a.k.a. grooming). It hasn't been quite a month since Newbie has left. I refuse to turn into that pathetic girl that just becomes so dang dependent on a male. So, I'm pulling my big ole panties up and going to deal with my current situation. I'll find my own fun again in this small town. I'm just going to do me--whatever that is.

Just let me be selfish for five minutes, ok?

     The last three weeks have been a complete blur, and I have felt like I'm not quite sure what to expect next.

    In short: Newbie took a job as Assistant Coach to the Men's Golf at Ole Miss. He moved there this past week.

    When Newbie applied and told me about the job, I was hopeful for him but in the back of my mind I thought, "Ole Miss. I mean, Newbie is good from what I hear as a golfer (ha!) but really, God? Mississippi? Nah." Then the interviews started coming and each week brought the possibility of Ole Miss becoming a reality. It was time for the final interview with Newbie flying out to Ole Miss for a couple of days. Luckily, I had Lo's shower to keep me occupied and mind off the fact that he could be moving to Mississippi for good. A few short days later on a Tuesday, that could turned into would. When I received the phone call, I was sitting the library during lunch. As I hung up, I felt tears stream down my cheek. I immediately thought, "How pathetic am I? Get it together, Stro." And that's just what I did.

   We quickly found out that he would be leaving the next week, which really threw us into this whole, "Is this really happening? Where does this leave us?" I really struggled with the fact and balance of being the supportive girlfriend and being selfish to want to keep him here in Spartanburg. I never once uttered the word, "Stay" because I knew that would be wrong. Instead, knowing Newbie's desire to move up in the coaching college world, I repeatedly said the word, "Go." Here is his opportunity to do great things without having to be responsible for a family. Why wouldn't he go? I made a promise to myself that I would do whatever I needed to do to help him get to Mississippi.

    Meredith, knowing my true personality and what was going through my head, she reminded me that I needed to be positive when speaking with Newbie about this "exciting! new! adventure!" but if I were ever want to vent (or cry) to be sure to speak with her or any of our other friends and not just hole up like I usually do. For the most part-- I was ok throughout that week. I kept my feelings in check when I would talk to Newbie or when I would see him. The Saturday before he left, we were sitting in his apartment having our typical lay-on-the-couch-and-veg night. As we were talking about his upcoming move, I started to cry. Knowing Newbie hates to see girls cry, I tried to keep it under control and not completely lose it from keeping it in all week. Plus, when I cry-that rarely happens.Well, I tried to hide it at first but that was dumb of me to do. He starts questioning why I am crying because "it's not like it's the end for us." I told him, "Just let me be selfish for five minutes, ok! I have been so good this last week. Just let me cry!" And he did because sometimes a girl just has to let it go.

    I think what has scared me the most about Newbie leaving is the thought of having another long distance relationship. My one-hour-away-long-distance relationship obviously did not work. If I couldn't make a relationship work that was one hour away, how can I possibly do 7 plus hours with a career that takes him traveling for several weekends in a row throughout the year?  Reading that makes me sound like I don't have hope or trust in mine and Newbie's relationship. I do but sometimes when you feel like you are going against the wind, you get tired of pushing. I had finally found a relationship that I was comfortable in and was progressing at a strong, quick rate. Feelings were developing at a much stronger rate that I ever thought could happen. What was once a huge wall had been knocked down slowly over time and I felt exposed. Our weekends together have gone from Friday Mexican date nights-Saturday veg nights-Sunday naps to having to plan out weekend visits a month in advance. It's like I'm that kid that just sits down in the middle of the store and refuses to move. I wasn't sure where I stood with Newbie prior to the move, but once I found out that we would be hours apart--emotions and feelings rose in me that I didn't now was there. My best friend, partner in crime, and buddy was leaving me.

    However, in order for this relationship to even have a chance in surviving, I know I will have to give it an honest effort. I have to trust Newbie. I have to trust myself. I have to trust God. As many times I have prayed for Him to close the door to this relationship, God has left it opened. I have to be willing to take a backseat for a little bit to Newbie's career. I am going to have to learn a whole new level of understanding. I didn't have a lot of that at the beginning of meeting and hanging out with Newbie, but now it's different because my feelings are different. Communication just got taken to a whole other level. I feel like Newbie and I have done more talking in the last three weeks than we have done in the last 3 months. Looking ahead to seeing him again and replaying our last few days together is what has gotten me through the last day or two.

   There have been moments where I have been more positive about this-knowing that this is just short term and isn't forever. Receiving his excited messages, pictures, and hearing his "When you get here, we're going to..." thoughts ease me. I am so incredibly proud of Newbie and honestly, jealous that he has this opportunity. An opportunity to leave Spartanburg and go somewhere to live and do what he loves in a town that we have never experienced before--starting something new! Newbie's opportunity called him to Mississippi. My opportunity is still here in Spartanburg. And our relationship lies somewhere between. I know that everything little thing is gonna be alright. But if one more person tells me, "If it's meant to be, it will be" then I am going to punch them in the throat.

   Here's to blogs about roadtrips to MS and giving this whole long distance relationship thing another try. I'm not a quitter. You fight for what you want, right?

My Buddy and Me

   Can I just say that I am so thankful to have a married best friend? Well, all my best friends are married. But tonight, more specifically I am thankful for Meredith. It's nice to have that friend that you can just confess and indulge secrets with and she will always understand where you are coming from with each situation. Meredith may not always agree and plays a heck of a devil's advocate, but she helps me see each situation and person for what it truly is or can be.

   Tonight, like often, we were comparing relationships of being married to my dating life. We bounce frustrations, laughs, and ideas off one another. The last week or so I have been confused of finding my balance between of being the friend to Newbie to being the girl he is dating. Mine and Newbie's relationship started off as friends, getting to know one another. It started off with me not sure where I stood with him and figuring out what I wanted. With a strong connection, he was (and still can) read me better than most people can. Guarded and after some highs and lows over the summer, I began to push away him but keep a safe distance. Meredith came to me concerned that I was settling and reminded me to stay on guard at all times. Around August I guess it was when Newbie and I began to spend more time together. Small dinners here and there, movie nights with the DVR and a few talks later, things began to shift. I became more comfortable with Newbie and began to accept that we were more than "just friends." We were becoming those friends that our relationship started to turn into more. Not that things were intimate or all romance all the time. It was opposite of that. I almost felt like we bypassed the "romance" part and it all comfort and "relaxation" (I use that term loosely). Not quite a friend but am I "the girlfriend?" I expressed this to Newbie one night and he agreed--sometimes I am treated more like a buddy than a girl he is dating. Also, I can be closed off and shut down when I am feeling inferior to a situation. We talked about how we both wanted to have a foundation of friendship between one another before anything serious, but as I girl I wanted Newbie to express that he is genuinely interested in me more than just a friend.

    Ironically, the next day at church our pastor made a comment about relationships. He said that when it comes to relationships, people focus too much on the romance and not on building the relationship and friendship--the foundation that can make it or break it between two people. Did our pastor have the apartment bugged the night before? I could feel Newbie glaring at me and so badly wanting to say, "I told you." I just didn't even look at him. I took this as God saying, "Enjoy this time. Focus on me and I'll be the glue that can hold the relationship together."

    Fast forward to tonight. I was explaining to Meredith about my concerns (still) about finding the balance between friends and more than friends and where I stand in some aspects. It's not that I don't wonder if Newbie has feelings for me because I know he does.To a guy, he would be saying, "Um, isn't this enough? What else do you need from me?"  But what are the boundaries? It's been that moment of we are more than friends but not crazy exclusive.  Meredith made a comment tonight that made sense. Well, first she asked if I was PMSing (yes--obviously--you probably already thought that in your head). Then she said, "It's good to have a fun loving friendship like buddies. But there has to be a romantic relationship side of it too...otherwise, aren't you just friends?"

    My first thought was, "Yes! She gets it! I'm not crazy!"
    Then of course she hits me with, "But the fun part is really important so don't be upset about it."

   Dang it. She's right. What is so wrong with being with someone that you have fun with? Aren't the happiest couples the ones who can create fun out of nothing and find joy in just being together? Romance is nice-- a special date planned or little surprise but that's not everything. Yes, they are important but eventually it comes down to just being with someone that you want to spend time with. If it's over done then won't those little surprises not be so special anymore? Newbie is going to say I am over analyzing this (I'll be waiting for the text message tonight or tomorrow). But, I cannot be the only one that has felt like this. Growing as a couple, whether it is two friends or a loving relationship it takes work. It takes balance. It takes communication. Newbie says the best relationships shouldn't require a whole lot of work--it should come easily. I agree partly with this. It should be natural, but you should never quit or become lazy. You are praying and hoping that you are doing the right thing--trusting that is supposed to be, will be. Do I get frustrated when laying on the floor I am expecting a back rub but get a wet willy in my ear, or when I am tripped up coming out of a store because he loves the irritated look on my face? Often times, yes. But those moments of a quick peck on the head, a look he gives that can speak a thousand words and the laughter that comes from him because of my quips and dry humor speak more than anything. Tonight I have had to remind myself to enjoy these moments. I would rather have a friend that can make me laugh and bring tears to my eyes because he knows the intimacy of my heart than a relationship that is built on the fluff of how the world says we should date. So, I will take the nights of pizza on the floor, HORSE on Sunday afternoons, and the 3 AM talks of the dreams of our future (water rescue swimmer? artist?) because from this I have gained a special friend that has taught me to take life as it comes and live it to it's fullest.

    As for Meredith, I am glad that she can remind me that while I sound logical in my head, PMS does insane things to a girl's mind. Where's the wine and chocolate?

A Lady of Security. Give me one week.

   Tonight, I'm toning down the dating scene commentary. Things have been low key for a while. So, I thought I would move in a different direction tonight.

    Over the summer, my mom gave me a slew of books. Being the avid book collector and reader, I was excited. I am blessed to have a mother that loves to read and share with me books she has been reading or have been recommended to her. One book that she gave me was Lady in Waiting by Jackie Kendall and Debby Jones. At first I thought, "Great. Another 'Christian dating guide book.' Thanks, Mom. I can't wait to start reading about being patient and waiting for Mr. Right." Total sarcasm of course- and I'm not downing Christian dating books. Sometimes, they just come across as self help and they all start to say the same thing. Be patient! God has the one picked for you. Put God first. You are beautiful in God's eyes. Pray, pray, pray. This is good, true and everything else. But I wanted more in depth questions answered. I wanted to learn more about having a heart for Him. I wanted to bypass all the usual junk that is feed to Christian women, especially young women. I wanted a book that would hit my heart hard and cause me to think. I have heard of Lady in Waiting but never made an effort in reading it...that is, until this summer.

   Reading Lady in Waiting has opened my eyes (and heart) to God's promises for me and showed me that I can easily compromise those promises without even realizing it if I'm not careful. It has caused me to raise awareness in my own life and challenged me to face some dark areas and questions. Yes, I asked God to show me a devotional that would hit hard and He delivered. Each chapter I read always seems to be an area I am struggling with at the time. I haven't read it lately because I have been letting other areas dictate my spare time and take over my quiet time (I will expand on this in a minute). Tonight, I actually had some quiet time to myself so I started to read where I left off at, which was being a Lady of Security.

  At first I thought, "Ok. This won't be bad. I'm pretty secure in who I am." Wrong. First question was Why do women tend to go after the guys? I've always wondered that. Why do we chase? Why do we pursue them? It's exhausting! And obviously, its about being insecure. It can have such a hold on a woman's heart and prevent her from experiencing joy in her current situation. We look for security in a man, but they can't provide the security like God can. We become clingers. Women cling to a guy that she is dating for fear that she will lose him. One time Newbie asked me why I wasn't honest about something I thought and I told him, "It's because I am afraid that if I am honest, I'll lose you." Pathetic, but true. Why should I be scared to be honest? Obviously, I was putting my hope in him, not in God. Kendall and Jones discuss how insecurity can cause one to be jealous and cause unrealistic expectations. Guilty of both of these, daily. I get jealous when time isn't being spent with me. I question things I see on social media or hear. My mind starts to race and I start to get anxious inside and feel like I am not adequate. Then, I hear a voice that says, "Stop, Jessica." I know I'm not the only woman that feels this way--I have had several tell me they completely understand. Women then start to chase the men and (we) feel that (we) must show our love for him in greater and greater ways. We become a manipulator and a maneuver. A manipulator is one who puts herself in situations, places, and times in hopes to get his attention. She may do something out of her heart but there is often ulterior motives, such as getting attention from him. I am more of a maneuver. This was hard for me to admit. Kendall and Jones describe how a woman may cook, wash his clothes or do thoughtful act for a man in hopes to show her love/liking for him-surely doing these things I can win his "like!" They bluntly write When a woman does something really nice for a certain guy, he usually does not spend the rest of the day thinking about her unselfish service (he may be accustomed to receiving). The woman may begin to feel used.

  Wait. You mean he doesn't dwell over that message I sent him? He doesn't brag about how I brought him dinner when he was under the weather. Nope.  Amen. I need to read that again. We think, "Well, I cooked him dinner! I sent him a good morning text! Why isn't returning the favor? One-for-one right?" The true question is what can I really do to win his "like?" Nothing. Now, I don't think these little acts are wrong or that you shouldn't do them--if you have a right motive. But am I doing it because it's bringing honor to Him or because I want "him" to notice that I can throw a casserole together? If I continue to maneuver my way through a relationship, I will have to maneuver to keep him and the relationship in motion. Just that thought makes me tired. I do think some guys appreciate the acts of kind service, and when they do they should express it authentically. But, girls, we cannot continue to serve him with selfish motives or he will come to expect them each time and will leave us feeling like we don't measure up. Will I continue to do kind things for him? Sure-but I need God to show me if my motives are pure or intentional. If we continue to be the manipulator or maneuver, we create situations that drive us crazy that will hinder a growing relationship that God may have brought together. God doesn't need my help. He's got this stuff together, where as I am finding myself scrambling around, pretending like I know what I'm doing but really--I'm a chaotic mess. I don't need to ruin a blessing.

    Really though, who should a woman compare herself to? It's hard when we see a friend acceptance on his FB wall of another attractive women. You want to so badly go digging through her pictures, find out where she lives, what she does, and try to figure out how they know each other. Restrain, ladies. It's tempting (and I'm totally guilty of doing that in the past). But, that just goes back to being insecure. Where is my perspective? Where does your insecurity fall? I know where mine does.

   With that being said, our pastor has asked our church to fast for a week and be in prayer for our country, burdens in our personal life, and our church. I decided to not fast from only one meal a day but from Facebook for a week. I easily spend at least an hour a day on Facebook (not at once) but long enough that I need to refocus this week. It's going to be hard. Besides, the only thing that honestly happens on my news feed are pictures of babies, recipes, and football commentary bashing. It'll all be there when I return. So, loves, I shall return in one week.

Call to Me, and I will show you great and mighty things, which you do not know.

Jeremiah 33:3

Girl, just date yourself.

   I saw this quote on Pinterest tonight and it made me think of how I have been wanting to write a blog post about dating yourself. And after my day today, I knew I needed to go ahead and write about it.

   When "the boy" and I broke up last October, I was obviously very upset. But it wasn't just because I had lost one of my best friends and the only guy I have ever loved but because I knew I was going to be....a-l-o-n-e. I knew I was going to have to face some pretty dark fears and get used to the idea of being just...me. I had made the relationship become the center of my world that I lost myself and who I was--truly. That was the first step--realizing that I sucked at life and I needed to get over it. The reality didn't hit until probably two months after the breakup. As I found myself spending time alone at night, with no one to talk to, and no one to plan weekends for but myself-- I realized that I all of a sudden had this freedom and I wasn't doing a darn thing with it. I wasn't happy with myself, physically and emotionally. I was a wreck. I refused to drink for the longest time because I knew I would hit rock bottom so hard, contact someone I didn't need to and just make a fool of myself. I would put on a façade at work, and then come home and break down. Right before Christmas break, I knew the only way I was going to get through that holiday and my birthday the next week was to pull up my big girl panties and start to move on.

   As the process began, I was trying to figure out "me." And I guess it didn't hit me until I had Lisa tell me, "I miss my Baby Jess. Where is the girl that when I call to see what you are doing, you tell me that you are in the middle of making curtains because you were bored? Or, I would come over and I would find you in the middle of the dining room floor, with an empty bottle of wine, painting a canvas because you found a quote you loved? Where is the girl that throws on her boots, favorite black shirt and scarf and is ready for life?" Yeah...where the heck had I been? I knew if I didn't know myself, then I definitely couldn't start to move on. Because during those two months of "nothing," the guys I met was just hopeless. It was all emotions. It was a complete and total disaster. Each time And it wasn't necessarily the guys that was hopeless--I was. I gave up by February. I knew I needed to take time for me and not push anything.

   So what did I do? I started to date myself. I knew I needed to take better care of me. I hated myself. So I made a list of things that I didn't like about myself. But for every negative I had about me, I made myself write a positive. It's easy to point out your own flaws, but so dern hard to figure out what you like about yourself. If I didn't like me, then how could anyone else? I thought to myself, "Maybe that's why the relationship ended. I wasn't being me. He didn't even like me anymore." I beat up myself a little bit along the ways, and my friends were incredible cheerleaders. However, as I focused on my more positive things, I found myself feeling better.

    I started with my hair. I have great hair. And I don't say that in a bragging way. It's thick, dark, and has an easy natural curl that isn't a pain to deal with but can easily be straightened. I don't have to wash it every day but rather can go three days. So, I started putting more effort into fixing my hair. Betsy even came over one night to find me in rollers and bobby pins, playing "beauty shop." (Girl has got to do something to occupy her Friday night at home.) Then, I moved onto focusing on my curves. That has been my biggest obstacle. I have never fully embraced my body type because God blessed me with a big butt. So I started finding clothes that I felt the best in-- not necessarily the clothes that were in style. I treated myself to new shoes or a couple new pairs of shirts. Because when you dress frumpy and don't have a sense of confidence in what you are wearing-- your day is doomed. When I am having a "day," I put on my favorite outfit for that moment and just go with it. But sometimes, that outfit calls for yoga pants with a t-shirt and that is completely ok-- just not all the time. Next, I treated myself (and I still do this) with make up. I could easily spend $100 on Bare Minerals make up, but that isn't included in my monthly budget. I started to swap out my powders, foundations, and blushes for more simple, natural look (and much cheaper). I started to receive more compliments about how I was glowing (thought only pregnant women get that look). The only splurge I have on make up is with mascara and eye liner. That can make or kill a look. I will spend $13 on a tube of mascara if it does wonders for my eyelashes. And girls, I am telling you-- if you do that, you'll feel like you're going to be on the next commercial for Extremely Long Beautiful Full Eyelash {insert brand commercial name here}. Next, I started making myself cook dinner for me. I figured one day I will have to cook for a family so I need to learn some basics while I am living alone. I have perfected the best spaghetti with fresh veggies; I have a signature meatloaf; I have perfected BowTie pasta with peppers and mushrooms; I have learned several different ways to cook squash and zucchini; I can multi-task and have all burners going at the same time and not burn anything down. Total success. When I do cook, I turn on music and just go with it. I love a night of cooking for myself. I feel totally accomplished.

    Lately, I have challenged myself to tackle things that I would not have normally done. Yard work and landscaping became my obsession over the summer. Some friends of mine and I just took out half my yard and busted tail to make it look amazing. I now find myself looking forward to Saturdays and Sundays working around my yard by myself. It has become a time for me to think about some things, lose a few pounds, and really take out some aggression with those hedge trimmers. Today, I did something else that I almost did not do. But, with my inner competiveness, I made myself do it: I learned how to surf behind a boat today. With some amazing friends, I was able to get it done. Each time I face planted in the water, I told myself, "You can do it. Focus. You got this. Prove it." And with each attempt, I got a little bit better, until eventually I found myself up and riding and getting a little bit braver each time. Had I not pushed myself and just hid in the corner of the boat (like I was doing), I would have regretted it big time. But nope. Next time, I'm not going to use my hands.

   My point being: date yourself. Find out what you like. Do your own thing. Throughout all this, I have found my confidence. I speak my mind more when I am not happy (well, not all the time but I am getting better) and I stand up for what I think or when someone has made me mad. I find ways to entertain myself, like running up and down the hallway in my socks, to see how far I get without busting my tail. And when you've found that happy medium, dating won't seem like such a big deal. Who needs a guy to make you feel special when you can do so much more for yourself? After all, shouldn't you know YOU better than anyone else?

The Little Things... Starting with Prayer

   Today in church I saw the smallest little gesture at the end of the service. I am pretty sure no one else saw this, as it was during prayer time. And I am sure this husband did not think it was a big deal, but I picked up on it. As our pastor was ending in prayer, I was bowing my head and I caught a movement to my right. As I glanced over, I noticed that a husband had wrapped his arms around his wife's shoulders, and whispering a prayer in her ear, fervently. I don't know what prayer was he praying; whatever it was must have been a sweet, merciful prayer because as he prayed, tears streamed down her face. I couldn't help but stare. He did this throughout the whole closing prayer. It's not uncommon to see couples go down to the front alter and bow together to pray. Or see couples join hands during prayer. But to see this couple, off to the side, praying quietly with the husband leading the prayer was absolutely powerful and touching.

    This image has stuck with me all day. How blessed is that woman that her husband--who without shame, would wrap his arms around her and whisper a prayer in her ear, not caring who noticed, or who even heard his prayer. I would think that this is an indication of their prayer life. I would like to think he prays for his family like this each day. Maybe he wraps his arms around his wife each night before bed and prays. Maybe he does the same for his children, and even his grandchildren. A praying husband is a powerful blessing to have in a marriage that is based on Christ.

    Instantly, I prayed "God, send me a husband like that. A husband that will wrap his arms around me, whisper prayers in my ears that would bring sweet tears to my eyes. Tears of joy, tears of appreciation, tears of love." Knowing that God is going to give me a man who not only loves me as deep as Christ loves me, but that will also lift me up in prayer on a daily basis is one of the most humbling, enduring treasures I cannot wait to experience.

   I don't know who my husband is for God has not exactly revealed this yet (for I keep telling myself God is a god of perfect timing). But I would hope that my husband, whoever or wherever he is, is praying a passionate, truthful, honest prayer for God's will in my life and his life. I came across a great blog called Paul's Ponderings. He wrote a post on how a Christian man can pray for his girlfriend and for God's will to be done in her life and also in his. You can find it here. Definitely worth for all men and women to check out.

  So, as I thought about that couple today and I look at where I am right now I am reminded: that couple-- that praying couple-- that is what I long for, that is what God has planned for me one day. I just know it. This I pray...

"...we have not ceased to pray for you, asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of his will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding..." Colossians 1:9-10

  

  

What date night?

    As I was scrolling through Pinterest tonight, I noticed several pinners have pinned links to different "date" activities. One said, "50 almost free date night ideas!" Another said, "31 different date nights for each day of the month." And my current favorite, "50 Fun Fall Date Ideas." Now, I'm not knocking these date ideas or websites because I think some of them are honestly legit good ideas for couples. But then it got me thinking, "What does a date night look like?" Or rather, "What constitutes a date?"

   When you are in a relationship, the girl always looks forward to a date night with the one she is seeing. I know I do. I'm not hinting that the guy doesn't look forward to it-- I just think the guy looks at it in a rather different light: make plans, show up, hang out, take the girl out, the end. But a girl likes a little bit of effort, even if it means you just picking out the restaurant to dine at for the evening.
For example, I always hated the dreaded, "Where do you want to eat?" conversation. Just pick a flippin' place. If I don't want it, then I will let you know. My current "date" is pretty good in this department. He picks the place, and I just go with it. It's been refreshing. But, there are other times where his ADD mind has caused us to go to four different parking lots because he's not sure just where he wants to eat. But, we typically have our four basic places we like to dine at, so it's not usually a traumatic process.

    Lately, I have heard so many couples (married and dating couples) complain that they just have not had time together. I had MA tell me today she probably saw her husband for a total of 6 hours this past week. I had a coworker tell me that she probably spoke a total of 5 sentences to her husband in one day. Another friend's husband is going back to school so she feels like she's been pushed to the back burner lately. Another friend is dating a guy that is an engineer at Clemson. She said it was over two weeks before they finally were able to spend some time together the other day. Life is ridiculously busy. With my new "date interest," our schedules completely conflict. It's been a struggle to find the time and the energy to see one another at least one night during the week/weekend. The last couple of Friday nights I have deemed "Friday Date Night."  Last night we were able to hit downtown Greenville, which we have never done together. We were like two little kids-- excited to leave work behind, grab some dinner with some fun friends and just make a night out of it (which I have to say, it was one of the better Friday nights I have had in a while). We try to make plans a couple days before to see one another and just take a night off from the drama we call work. And, it has been amazingly nice. I found myself looking forward to getting through the week and just enjoying that one-on-one time that we don't get a lot during the week. It doesn't always happen, but we try.

   And I don't think it's that people don't want to see each other. Life gets in the way. That's just it. It always gets in the way. But, we have to find a way to push life aside, make spending time and creating date nights as part of life. So I guess my essential question is, "What does a good date night look like?"

    I think this could go several ways. I love dressing up, throwing on my favorite jeans, boots, freshening up my make up and go out for dinner and a couple of drinks. I love being picked up, complimented on how nice I look, have a conversation with someone other than an eight year old, and made to just enjoy the night out. But even then, after a while, that gets old. That's where a good night in comes into place. A night in my sweats and a movie to watch on TV, with me falling asleep on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. It's hard to not just collapse when you get home and not speak to one another. Especially when you have children. Then, it that case, planning a night out isn't as easy-- it ends up requiring so much more planning and becomes tedious.

   But, that's the thing-- date nights don't have to require a lot of planning. It can be nice to be surprised and have an elaborate date preplanned. But who says a date can't consist of you two carving a pumpkin or two one night (hint, hint, cough, cough)? Who says a date can't consist of you two sitting on the porch after the kids go to bed, talk and share a glass of wine? Who says you can't just decide to stay in, cook dinner and have a little dance party in the kitchen? And what about going to church on Sundays then having lunch afterwards at Wade's? Or, even better, take in a football game for the day or a quick trip to the mountains?

    When the routine is changed up, it makes you really appreciate your time together. When you do something new together, like go out with a group of friends that you don't typically see, you get to know that person in a whole new light. When you try something new, you see other quirks or sides of that person. And this is so important, especially when you are just starting to date a new person. You want to see how a person reacts in a certain situation. For example, the "date" and I were watching TV one night and our viewing channel landed on an episode of "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?" Little did I know how competitive he is and how competitive I can be in games-- it became our "thing" to do when we are hanging out. Which sadly, he has beat me every time. Astrology and random geography questions get me every time. I will win, one day.

   So, I think, just spending time together can constitute a date night. Anytime I would go out with someone a few times, my closest guy friends would say, "Ok, so has he taken you on a date? Has he treated you like the princess you deserve to be treated like? And a Mexican restaurant doesn't count." (Which by the way, I think it totally does.) And yes, we like to be taken out and wooed, but the comfort of the couch or a ride in the car is just as enjoyable (as long as the couch and the house doesn't become a common date area). Make time for one another to do something fun, to spend time together. You each deserve it. If time isn't possible during the week, go ahead and make plans for something fun to do when a free night opens up. Make each other a priority.

   And if you're single and not dating anyone--girl, I know how you feel. Just go ahead and take yourself out on a date. Get some Outback take out, or my personal favorite, a feast of Mexican food and just lay it all out on the table and indulge. Treat yourself to a new pair of boots (did that Thursday) and a hot afternoon coffee (did that Wednesday). Pamper yourself. Dating yourself sounds crazy. But, those moments are when you learn the most about yourself. Hmm. I'm thinking I may have to look into expanding that thought in the near future...

   Date nights. It can be as simple as you want it, or it can be as elaborate as you wish it to be. But as long as you are spending any quality time with someone you care for, call it a date. And if you're stuck on ideas, don't worry-- Pinterest has your back, or rather your dates, covered.

It's just a waiting game.

There is a question that has always bugged me when it comes to dating. It's a question that every girl frets over. I'm pretty sure I have mentioned this question before in previous posts. However, tonight, I want to really focus on this one question that every girl asks her self, that every guy ponders over (even if he will never truly admit it) and that is easily one of the most argumentative questions in the dating world. Let me set the scenario.

Boy and girl are set up through mutual friends. So essentially, it is a blind date. Boy and girl hit it off. Enjoy a festival around town on a Saturday afternoon. Take in a late afternoon football game at a local bar and grab a couple of drinks. The date lasted longer than just a couple hours. Girl is very pleased and happy. When departing, girl tells guy, "I had fun." Guy responds with, "Yeah, I did too. I will call you." Guy reports back to friends that he had a great time and will definitely call her again.

Over a week passes and no call. No follow up. Nothing.

Hmm. This makes me mad for the girl.

We try to keep in mind of the three day rule, which I think is complete BS. "You shouldn't call a girl in less than three days after a first date." More on this in a minute.

We try to keep in mind of his job (coach) and how schedules for coaches right now can be busy and demand a lot of time and attention. I give some leeway in this department because dating a coach can require a lot of patience, understanding, and...well knowing that you are not a top priority during the season (because it's not easy being put on the back burner).

Boys. Men. What do you think? What is the appropriate time to contact a girl after a first date? Do you stick to the three day rule? If so, you are doing nothing but causing stress and anxiety not only on the girl's part but also on yours. What is the point in waiting? So you don't seem so anxious? What is wrong with showing a girl that you are interested in her? We aren't saying that we expect to be asked out in the next three days; contact, however, would be nice. In today's technology driven world, you can't tell me a little text or quick phone call isn't feasible in your busy schedule. We are just as busy as you are--teaching, volunteering, extra curricular activities (because 30 year olds can have those, too). And when we see your tweets, Facebook posts-- don't tell us you have been busy. Not that you aren't free to tweet or Facebook, but girls do look at this. Contrary to popular belief, we do not want to have an hour long conversation with you every night before bed. Are you kidding me? I have been talking all day. The last thing I want to do is talk to you for an hour like 13 year olds and argue who is going to hang up first. And honestly, personally, if I haven't heard from you in more than three days, I am moving on. I do not have time to be waiting around on your call, wondering if you are interested, if we will go out again, or whatever foolishness comes after that.

But we do want to hear from you-- if you said you were going to call. If you didn't mean it, don't say it for heaven's sake. It's not that hard. If you are busy, be honest. A simple, "Hey, I had a great time. I am really swamped with {blank} this week but let's plan to get together next Friday for a late drink." If you are a fly by the seam of your pants kind of guy and like to do things at the last minute-- that's not going to work when you are first dating a girl. You have to make an effort to plan in advance for a while. I know I know. You have to actually put forth effort and plan. But God blessed you with the manhood, so act like a gentleman who cares. And if you are truly busy, then don't even bother going out on a date with a girl. Honestly. Because if you know that you do not have time for a dating relationship, you need to be up front with her or not even entertain the thought of dating (I am hoping this isn't going to bite me in the butt right now). IF you feel that you can juggle work, extra curricular activities and dating, be ready to juggle it all fairly. Make an honest effort and plans to see that girl. I say this all the time: If you really want to see someone or be with someone, you will make time. You make time for you who want to see.

I am still a true believer that the guy should pursue the girl. He should make contact. He should plan dates consistently. Then after a while, I deem it ok for a girl to make contact first every once in a while-- put forth effort in also pursuing the guy's heart (which has been my recent challenge). It's just that tricky balance that will eventually even out in a healthy, equal relationship. But until then...

Guys. Seriously. You better make a move. Because while you think you left a great first impression, that second impression you are giving right now is not getting you anywhere.

There's a cold front coming through. Oh wait, that's just Jess.

    I'm a nerd. Want to know why? I bought season tickets to the Dorman games this year...again. I know, I know. But, it's kind of become a Friday night highlight social event each week. There are about four rows of us, about six families that always go together. We get the same seats each year--50 yard line, second row from the front. Sometimes we tailgate before. Other times we go eat before the game. Our little gang has grown each year.

    Friday night I was catching up with my friend Ali. Her kids went through RES and we met through a mutual friend, who also is part of our little Friday night gang. I haven't really had the chance to hang out with Ali lately so we were catching up on life. Like most married women, Ali was asking about my...wait for it...wait for it... my dating life. I don't know why every one finds it so intriguing. I don't think it's very interesting. If anything, it's quite...boring. She was asking if I was seeing anyone, how other past dates have panned out, or any interests or potential dates. I filled in her on some summer escapades and other random adventures that I have found myself in (I use the term adventures loosely). I was telling her about my rule of "I don't call or text first. IF I do, it's very random." I guess I am more old school. If a guy is interested, he will pursue me I think that has gotten lost over the last decade. Especially with technology, where a text can be sent, received, read, and responded to in less than 15 seconds. Why put myself through that torture of texting a guy and him not responding, leaving me wondering what the HECK he could be doing for him to not respond to me--or worse, decline my invitation of hanging out. (On a side note: dating through technology is the devil.) I guess, now that I think about, I am just trying to save myself from rejection because we all know it sucks.

   When I told Ali my rule, she got kind of quiet. And then she just looked at me. She then made the comment, "Are you sure you're giving off the vibe that you're interested? Because sometimes, that may come across that you're not if you don't keep in touch with him." I thought about it and said, "I don't think so. If he wants to be with me, he'll contact me and make an effort." Ali then replied, "True. But sometimes, you are hard to read. Heck, even I have a hard time reading you sometimes. Maybe you not calling or texting is showing him that you're not really interested or care." And I thought about that.

    Am I being hard to read? Am I playing hard to get? Then, Ali commented, "You like being the challenge." I do like the challenge. I do like knowing that someone has to work to be with me. But, do I make it too difficult sometimes? I believe there should be a guard up. But, is it more of a guard or has it become The Great Wall of China? Girls, at what point are we just guarding our hearts, or are we being too much to handle?

   My brother has always said I can be the most loving, sweet girl. But, when I am finished with you, and if I don't really care to talk to you any more-- I can come across as a total witch and cut you off completely. It's a Castro thing. My grandfather is like that. My dad is like that. I'm like that. I get it honest. And I guess that is what makes it hard to read me. It's not that I don't like you. When I'm over a situation or someone, I move on. In high school, I used to have so many people say that they were intimidated by me because I looked pissed off all the time. No, that's wasn't a pissed off look. I was just in deep thought.

     Maybe I should be more "warm." But, geez, I'm not a kitten. It's hard finding that balance. You don 't want to come across as that clingy girl that just becomes obsessive. But you don't want to be that girl that is too high maintenance. I don't know. I know I will find my groove and balance with the right person. However, until then-- sometimes are worth waiting for and worth fighting for. It just depends on how much of a fight you want to put up.

Touché Facebook, Touché.

Back in the middle of the summer I decided to take a hiatus from Facebook. I was spending too much time on there. Plus I was forming resentment towards others and their posts. It was getting to be too much. But my account kept getting re-activated because of some of my apps on my phone were registered through Facebook. Plus, I wanted to keep in touch with my new friends from the Nicaragua trip and share our pictures. However, I refuse to have the app on my phone to keep me from staying on Facebook all the time. Plus, I have enjoyed just stepping away from it all. But anyways, I log onto Facebook tonight to check a message from a friend, and this ad is the first thing that pops up. Oh, you know how to welcome me back with warm greetings Facebook. If I find myself in a rut or just wanting to try something new, Farmer's Only may be the next eHarmony. 

Trust: An Unconditional Love

I'm back! My trip was incredible. Indescribable. Which is why I haven't blogged about it, yet. I have been catching up on my jet lag and spending time today just taking it easy. However, I do promise tomorrow to upload some pictures and post more about it.

Tonight, though, I was thinking about trust. It's a staple in any relationship. Think about it-- every relationship or friendship is built on that. Some people automatically trust. Some do not trust so easily and one has to earn that trust. Often times this comes from being hurt repeatedly in the past, or even just in one instance. And when that trust is lost, it can be so hard to gain back. But I was thinking more tonight about how do you know when to trust people--again. I believe we all deserve second chances, in most cases. But I have such a hard time writing people off immediately. I know people that if you do something that causes them to lose trust in you, then can forget ever entering their world again. And these people are usually more protective of the ones they love, they are strong willed and very outspoken. I also know people that are so open to love, forgiveness, and will always try again. I don't mean people that just constantly keep going back to a bad relationship, but they don't hold grudges. They don't belittle those around them. I admire those people because those tend to be the most tenderhearted ones. But, you know, I'm not one to write people off immediately. I have a hard time walking away from friendships or relationships. It takes me finally having to come to that point on my own to walk away. No one can force me, talk me into it, or lecture me into doing it. I have to find out for my own. Sometimes I'm glad I did not leave the friendship in the dust because God shows me how it was part of his plan the whole time--most of the time it was teaching me a lesson. And other times, it shows me that not everyone is perfect and I have to forgive but move on.

I typically trust friends easily. I have several close friends, each one that I share intimate or important things with. I guess you could say I have a very well rounded group of friends. But in the relationship department-- I struggle with trusting men. The first man I loved, my dad, lost all my trust for a while. I am working on trusting him once again and rebuilding that relationship because I know one day it will bring honor to God. The second man in my life I loved for five years. I was never the jealous type. Never questioned him or had any reason to really question anything. The relationship ended out of no where and my whole world was turned upside down. Ever since then I have had a hard time trusting. What was once a strength of mine has now become a weakness. And I hate it. I know it's the enemy--taking any opportunity for me to doubt any future relationships.

I started reading through the Word to see what exactly God's thoughts were about trust. In John 14:1 Jesus says "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me." King David in Psalm 56:4 writes "In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?"  The Bible also states several times to not trust man, but God alone. We shouldn't put all our hope into one person, or one relationship. We are not perfect, so we will all at some point let someone down. Probably daily in some sort of way. That phone call you were supposed to make but you didn't. That task at work you said you would have done, but you never finished it because you got distracted. That promise you made to your child to take them to get ice cream but you got caught up at work. That time with someone special or a friend you were supposed to make happen but you didn't follow through. Or, promising your dog to go for a walk but fell asleep on the couch. Each little thing breaks down that pillar of trust.

So I started thinking, "Ok. So not to trust man. Got it. Trust God. I mean really put faith in Him and his works because in the end, it's all going to come out for the good for me and bring Him glory." It made me think of when I went zip lining on our R&R day in Nicaragua. I was strapped to a cable cord that hung thousands of feet about the ground, in the forests of Nicaragua. I decided to do something different. Well, Michael dared me to zip line backwards, upside down. Being one to not have a man prove that he can do something that I cannot, I accepted the challenge. But right before I was pushed off the platform, I truly had my trust in that cable, in the guide that I was hooked up right, in the other guide at the end of the cable that he would catch me. One snap, or unhook and I was done for in that forest. But I did it. I went and trusted in that cable and tour guides--and it was the best rush of my life. Trusting God is like that. When we really put our faith in God, and anchor that hope in our soul to Him, the ride and rush he will take us on will be breathtaking. You just have to take that step and know that he is going to always keep you sailing through your life.

But, what does this mean about trusting in relationships again? Lately, I have been so prayerful about certain relationships. I know that sounds like I am typically not prayerful with them, but I have really been pouring out some time, thoughts, and prayers. And I am trusting that God is working in them because I have already seen the fruit and his overwhelming response to me through answered prayers or little quips. I know at some point I will have to trust in a relationship again. If you ask any married couple or two people in a relationship what is one building block of foundation on their relationship they are going to say trust and love. And lately God keeps pointing me to the theme of "love" in Ephesians and 1 Corinthians. Tonight, it was 1 Corinthians13:7: Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. How does love trust? We aren't to trust people but to love them. When we give love to one another, we are seeking trust. It may not be a lot of love at first, but with each little service of love, trust is built. When we love we are communicating trust. In time, faith will come in that person. We become hopeful. And love will always out win any given situation. I have always heard my mom says, "Love is a choice." I totally believe that. You choose who you want to love and who you want to be with. You choose how much time, energy, trust, and hope you put into a relationship and into a person. You can choose to love someone so much, just as Christ loved us, that your heart is going to explode. Or, you can hate someone and push them away because that may be easy at the moment, but in the end it is going to suck.

But, let's be real here for a minute. Some people are hard to love. Lord help us and them. But that's what is so amazing about love. It is unconditional. Colossians 3:12-14: ...clothe yourself in compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience...and put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. How can we have compassion towards others if we don't love them? How can we be gentle and have patience if we are have such hate in our hearts? I know I have had to call upon God to show me how to love someone when I have completely lost patience with that person. It may not be an instant answered prayer, but something that God slowly shows me how deal or change my heart so that I can be patient. It's a tough prayer that does not need to be taken lightly.

In order for me to truly trust in relationships again, I must trust that God will be my harbor of hope, that he will not lead me astray. That any situation or circumstance I am in is to bring him honor. But I also know I can't truly trust in any relationship until I learn to love unconditionally. I'm not quite sure how to love unconditionally. But I pray that God will show me how. I also pray that God will grant me discernment so that I know when to discern fact from fiction. And that's when I have to be quiet and listen.

Trust. It's something that's earned. It's something that can be easily lost in man. But it comes from an unconditional love from deep within, based on Christ's extravagant love for us. Trust. Will it happen again for me? I like to think so. I have a little bit more hope tonight.

"You want me to cook? You could at least text back."

    It's nothing new to know that I am dating again. After my five year relationship that ended out of no where this past October, I am finally entering back into the dating world. It has been a slow, grueling process. It wasn't something I was looking forward to doing again. The last time I dated was in the summer of 2007, at the ripe age of 22. Fast forward to 2013, at the age of 28, I knew it was going to be a whole different ball game. I knew it would be crappy. With all my friends married and starting families, I was on my own. Now, don't get me wrong-- I have a great support system and sounding board. My friends are always eager to hear about dates, meet these young gents I have dated, and encourage me to move on to the better (or that's what I tell myself).

     Going back to when I was 22, I was dating for fun- nothing serious. I wasn't interested in settling down. I was just getting started with my career. And "the boy" was still in school. When we first met, it was instant. There was no game. There were no questions. Our first date was my last "first date" for the next five years. It came so easy. Our weekends were spent burning up I-85 visiting one another, going out to Sammy's with everyone, and then busting tail during the week for school work. It was a serious relationship, but always care-free fun.

     Now, entering the dating scene at the age of 28 is quite scary when you haven't really dated around in a while. It becomes this whole game. I found myself asking questions like, "Do I respond now? How should I word this? I don't want to be that girl." (No lie- I have once seen a girl text a guy 10 times in less than 5 minutes because he wasn't responding immediately. One text read, "I do NOT enjoy being ignored." Uh, you are being ignored for a reason. Back off, crazy.)  Every move you make in the dating world becomes a calculated move. Every move I make, I have to see it from a guy's point of view. As Steve Harvey says, "Act like a lady. Think like a man." (Great movie by the way.) And this is when close guys friends become great advice givers. Play hard to get. Back off for a little while--he'll come around. He wants what he can't have. Then eventually it ends up with, He doesn't deserve you.

Right.

   I find myself constantly going back and forth with re-reading text messages, replaying conversations in my head, thinking back to situations and questioning my sanity if it's just me and I'm out of the loop. I am too dang old to be playing this game.

   Now, enter my beautiful sweet friend MB who is 22. After a Mexican dinner one night, we quickly realized our worlds are very similar and parallel. After seeing a guy for over half a year, they break up. It was a hard break up. I saw myself flash back to her age--to her situation. And I am sure she saw herself flash forward to my time and age. It was almost kind of freaky. I also realized that night that no matter what age we are-- 22 or 28-- the dating world sucks. We are both in careers where you don't meet many guys (someone please tell me the male to female teacher ratio. It is not in our favor). And the guys you do meet in education--well, that's just not our type in most cases. Then you deal with the guys that are playing the hard to get. The ones who like to be chased, or they like the chase. And then, bless, you deal with the guys that are just super sweet and you give a chance, but there is no chemistry. Nothing special. You can't continue to see that guy just because you're lonely. We have a heart, people. So you end it and you're back to square one. Searching. But we did realize that have both dated that guy that likes to keep you on the side. The one who texts you to hang out, to meet up for a quick dinner or drink just to say hey, gets your hopes up, tells you they miss you. Then, oh surprise. They have a girlfriend a short few days later. Oh. Wait. What. Excuse me? I didn't think you wanted a relationship. You just texted me last week, wanting to get back together, and now you have a girlfriend?

And they say girls cannot make up their mind. Ok. Newsflash guys. It's ok if you want to date around. It's ok (sometimes) if you want to date multiple girls. But here are some guidelines you should remember if you want to keep your reputation in tack.

1. Be Honest My gosh I cannot stress this enough. Be up front if you don't want a serious relationship. Let us know that you are dating around. You don't have to tell us her name, where you are taking her, how she compares to us, etc. However, don't tell us that we are the only girl that you talk to and no one else is of your interest. Because, when we are told that you were saw out with another girl at a fine dining restaurant on the weekend when we haven't heard from you in a few days because you are "busy," we look like the fool. And when a woman realizes that she looks like a fool--well, let's just think of Carried Underwood and the baseball bat to the pick up truck. If you are seeing a girl and you're not feeling it, don't just ignore her. Some girls can take a hint and hit the road and not look back. Others will take that as playing hard to get and they will continue to chase you down, and obsess over you. But either way, ignoring her is the coward way out. In my mind, you will always be left with a huge red "x" next to your name in my mind. Honesty saves a lot of trouble in the end. And if you are up front and tell us that you are dating around, and we're not ok with that then we can bow out gracefully. You are left with a decent reputation and we can move on.
2. Be Consistent. Don't tell a woman you miss her and then not make plans. If you are texting constantly, liking her Facebook status, calling her to see how her day is--well, then we are going to expect something from you. And when you drop off the face off the earth for a few days, and we don't hear from you--you become that unreliable guy. Remember: you make time for you who want to see and be with daily.
3. On that note, Be Considerate. We have feelings. Those feelings can be all over the place. We can either be super sweet and the greatest girl you have ever met, or we can quickly become your worst enemy. We date with our heart. I try not to put my heart out there. But, then you get those talkers who can tell you what you want to hear. Not the words where I all of a sudden become a panty dropper. But words that I start to let you in. And when I let a guy chip away at my wall a little bit each time and I find out it was just a game, that is almost worse to deal with than if I had slept with you. Put it this way: We want to see you. But if you don't want to hang out that night, let us know. We will respect you a whole lot more. Plus, that means we get a night in with a bottle of wine and Hulu Plus.
4. Don't think that we will always be there--next time. I am one to give chances. I always try to see the good in people. I know people mess up. I keep going back, thinking I can change it or it will be a different situation. However, I have quickly learned that I can't do that anymore.  You can't always have the best of both worlds. You can't have me for right now, then decide you're kind of bored, then come back in a few weeks when nothing else is around. No. That makes you a player. And no one wants a player.
5. Behind every girl is gang of girlfriends. I have some amazing friends. When "the boy" and I broke up, one best friend threw me in the car with a six pack of our adult beverage, drove me to the NC, cleaned out the house with all my stuff, and let me cry the whole way home while rubbing my head. Then, lectured me to let me know that this is just the beginning. Another best friend instantly planned a weekend for us to go to Harrah's to see LBT and have a girls' weekend away. Two of my closest coworker friends would leave me little quotes in my classroom, hide candy in my box and let me hide in their room when I couldn't manage during the day. My point being, I didn't have to ask my friends to do that. They just did it. The Bible says, "Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned." Well, I think that should be changed to WOMEN scorned. I know for a fact that there are a couple relationships that if I even entertained the thought of returning to, those friends would be on me like white on rice so quick to remind me of what I deserve, I wouldn't give it another thought. And just as these past relationships have me jaded, and some guys have earned that reputation of sucking at life, those friends support me. They will attack. So remember-- if you want to get close to a girl, make an honest effort with her friends. Because I guarantee you, after you leave, there will be a mass text message about you and your approval rating.

   If you are one that loves dating around, having multiple girls to hang out with that could be "potential girl friend material," staying in random beds and have different girls in your bed, then go enjoy the single life. Just don't feed us such bull in the long run. And let's be honest, please. At some point the game gets old. Especially around my age. If you are ready to settle down, throw the game out the window, find the girl you want to be with, and just do it. Flipping pursue her! Let her know that you want to be with her. And if you don't, we'll be ok. We deserve better. Because after all, with the each failed date or relationship I am just quickly learning what I don't want or need in my future.