There are many things one can buy on-line. Shoes from Kim K
on ShoeDazzle, Bubble Necklaces from China that take 3 weeks to arrive, or
concert tickets to Jay-Z and JT. If you’re like me you may find that shopping
on line is simple and involves no interaction with any other human being. I
personally would much rather shop alone. No one is there to judge me or tell me
that I don’t need something or be the opposite and force me into buying ridiculous
amounts of wall décor at HomeGoods. If I shop with anyone it’s usually MJ. Were
like partners in crime, we have our favorite Marshalls and usually hit up
Panera or Tavern in the Square when we’re through. I like to blame her for my
problems with me needing a new outfit for every occasion, for it was her who
looked through photo albums every Thanksgiving Eve to make sure she didn’t wear
something similar last Thanksgiving.
While there is a lot you can buy online, it turns out you
can actually buy your boyfriend there to. After going alone to many weddings
and ringing in New Years alone for a number of years, I decided it was time to
get down to business. I needed a husband. But, you can’t just ask someone if
they want to marry you right away. So why not head to Match.com. This is a
perfect opportunity for you to put all your crazy out on a platter at once. I
was at the point where there was no shame in my game. I made my mind up just as
I had all those days shopping at Marshalls. I needed a boyfriend and I needed
him immediately.
My profile so to speak told people ridiculous things about
me. I mentioned how I HATE when people touch the radio in my car, how I’m known
to kick and cry on the kitchen floor if I don’t get things I want, how I have 6
very best friends who I lived with through college and how most importantly
that despite the crazy that I come with, I’m obsessed with Love.
Turns out, people like crazy. I was asked on a date almost
immediately. We talked for a few days, and decided we would go out to dinner in
the North End. We would meet there on a Wednesday night. I told MJ that I was going on a date and where
I would be. I let my two best gals know I was headed into the dating
world. I planned my outfit since the
minute we made plans to go on the date. I decided on my tall black boots, black
blazer, curly hair and my new Kate Spade bracelet that I had just gotten for my
birthday. Etched on the inside of the bangle was, An Ace Up Your Sleeve. With the bracelet came a card that said it
was “My Year” it was from my sidekick, partner in crime cousin who had been
through hell and back with me.
On my way into town I
felt like something was wrong my car, but being the typical girl that I am I
kept driving because I didn’t want to be late. I arrived early to the parking
garage where my car began to smoke. I got out, ignored the smoke and began to
walk. I called my cousin informed her of my whereabouts and my car situation,
she suggested maybe I call someone who could help her considering she was two
hours away. I ignored the advice and kept walking. I went inside and found out
I was early, and there was no reservations. I began to wonder if I was at the
wrong place, but continued to walk towards the bar. I sat upon a stool, had my first
glass of pinot and waited for my date. He arrived late saying he got caught up
at work ( awesome). We talked, wined and dined and things ended smoothly. We
said our goodbyes, and as we left I thought he was pretty nice and we could be
friends for a long time. I walked back up to the top floor of the garage, began
to drive my car down the ramp onto the highway towards home, where my car
stalled. I called AAA, and a nice Tow Truck
towed me off the highway before AAA came. I sat in a parking lot, with a cell
phone just about deal waiting to hear when the Tow would arrive. My date texted
me multiple times, said he had a great time and was just checking to make sure
I got home ok. (how nice I though, for usually I was the one frantically
texting wondering when we would see each other again) I said I was home and never let him know my
car got towed, as far as I knew a Damsel in Distress was tacky. I got home and
dropped my car off to get fixed. I found
out a few days later that the car was pretty much gone, we had a good run me and
my car, but it was time for us to move on. My dad and I picked the car out
together a few months before he passed away. It was a huge deal for us, it was green
and it was wonderful. It was something that the two of us shared together but
it was time for us to part and time for me to move on and find something else
wonderful in my life.
And that’s how the story goes. One day you wake up and
decide you want your life to be better. Maybe you join match.com or a gym or
hop on plane across the country to follow your heart. You put all your positive energy into
something and the universe hears you. For me, my dad heard me and he decided
that making my car die on 95North was a good way for me to wake up and check
into reality and date a grocer, just as he had been.
*Disclaimer: For those of you I told TK and I met
differently, I apologize. In the in end it doesn’t really matter how you met
but how you stayed together.
