I was reading back over my old posts and came across this one that I posted back in February 2007.....
His name was Stephen and he was the cutest boy in all of 6th grade – just ask any girl! In addition to being cute he was also smart and hung out with the popular crowd – even 7th graders!
I'm sure I wasn't the only girl in the 6th grade that wrote about him in a diary every night. We all had his name written somewhere in a notebook and had dreams of one day marrying him. It really didn't matter which one us ended up being his girlfriend. My friends and I agreed that we'd just be happy for the chosen one.
Then came that ill fated day when I discovered that not only wasn't he interested in me – he wasn't interested in any of my friends either. Because there – across the lunch room – we saw him sitting with Dianna Marsh. The most popular girl. And they were holding hands. I was crushed.
The rest of the school day was miserable as I tried to get through the day without crying my eyes out.
When I got home I ran to my room and locked myself in. I was determined that I'd never leave the company of my stuffed animals ever again. But when mom got home from work she convinced me to let her in. When she asked me what was wrong – I spilled the whole story starting with my undying love and ending with the hurtful betrayal. Mom gave me a big hug and assured me that I would love again.
About an ½ hour later she came back to my room with a big bowl of creamy macaroni and cheese – one of my favorites back then. I wasn't hungry but she made me eat. Sure enough – I started to feel better. I had found my comfort not in another boy but in Mac and cheese. The heart ache passed a few weeks later when I let myself realize that there were plenty of cute boys in the school and that Stephen wasn't the only one.
Until a few years ago mac and cheese has always been my comfort food. Whether it be a broken heart.. a bad day at work or an argument with a friend. These days I just turn to a good work out and if that doesn't cut it – a glass of red wine.
My friends vary on their tastes – ice cream, cookies, one even turns to oatmeal as his comfort food. I can't say that I understand that one.. lol
So what about you? Don't tell me you don't have one – everyone does. Men and women alike. We all have a food, dish, recipe that helps us escape from a stressful day or situation. What's yoursReading back over that story always makes me laugh. I remember it so well and I was indeed devasted. Stephen was my first official crush!
I have, of course, dated some since then and have even been married and divorced. Since my divorce, there have been a few relationships and dates sprinkled in my life along the way. Yet somehow, it never seemed quite right.
Last October, I don't know if you felt it or not, but the earth shifted off it's axis, the dating gods smiled upon me and I met yet another Steve. Cautious yet optomistic I went on the first date..the second and miracles of all miracles there was a third! Could it be?
Three turned into 4 turned into 8 and before I knew it - I stopped focusing so much on counting the number of dates and began focusing on this wonderful gift I had been given.
Tomorrow is the 8 month anniversary of our first date. Yes - we women celebrate these things. I have no idea how many different places we've been or seen but I can assure you there is tons. Now instead of counting the number of dates I count the number of hours it is until I see him again.
This time I get to be the lucky girl holding hands with the cute guy over lunch - dinner too for that matter! There'll be no crying into a bowl of macaroni and cheese. Instead there's joking and laughing and talking over gelato, while on a walk, on the phone, while cooking dinner together - while doing anything together.
So to Steve Parker who broke my heart all those years ago..I've got just one thing to say - POO on you and the bowl of macaroni and cheese!
Last week one of my coworkers told me that she could tell my heart is happy. It's not difficult to figure out why. All these years I had the name right - I just had to wait for the right time and the right Steve - the one whose love would turn my ordinary life into a fairy tale and I'm glad I did. I wouldn't change a moment of these past 8 months for anything and I can't wait to see what exciting adventure is next!