I’m not really sure how long I’ve known Jayme of The Random Blogette, but I feel as though she was one of the first readers to really connect with me outside of the blog world. She would not only leave the most incredibly sweet and encouraging comments at a time when I needed to hear them the most, but she would also email me if something I had said resonated with her, and I would often (and still do) look to her as my big bloggy sister. She has such a warmth and kindness to her and I am extremely honored she has agreed to be featured over at my place today. Please give a very warm welcome to Jayme, stop by her blog and say hello, and check out her love story below. You can also find her on Twitter here:
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Someone once said, “Sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your Prince Charming.” You know, you hear that and you think, not me. It shouldn’t be that hard to find “the one” but it can be for some. And when I think about all of the frogs that I kissed it kind of freaks me out a bit. Then I remember, if I didn’t kiss all of those frogs I wouldn’t have found my Prince Charming.
I had just gotten out of a relationship with my manager (shocker!) at a restaurant that I worked with and had pretty much written off all men. I just didn’t understand what was wrong with me. I didn’t know at the time that it wasn’t me, that it was them, and that they weren’t “the one”.
I was working as a server/hostess trainer and used to assist my roommate in bar classes for the new employees. Well, when I say assist, I really mean just watch her talk about tequila and margaritas and all other aspects of being a bartender.
So I pretty much just sat there and watched her talk about tequilas and margaritas and yummy stuff like that. Luckily I had recently turned 21 so I could enjoy the yummy drinks too. After the class we started talking to this one guy, Dave. He was telling us how this was only one of his jobs. He also was the doorman at a local bar/club that I hadn’t heard of and he was telling us how he could get us in and blah, blah, blah. I was like, this dude is a total douche. He is all about the pretty ladies and he seems full of himself. Plus he was already balding. What is up with that?? He was so not my type. You know…receding hairline and all.
So my roommate and I befriended him and then, of course, he was all about her. She was tall, super thin and exotic looking. Me, I was short, had a little chub and blond. So Dave would come over and hang out and he seemed to be a pretty nice guy. We would talk at work and hang out in the bar after work. I found out that he knew my uncle and I thought that was pretty cool. I talked to my uncle about him and he seemed to think that Dave was a womanizing douche too. Hell he had dated a stripper at one time too. My uncle actually commented at one time how it seemed like I liked this guy and I was totally appalled that we would even suggest that.
Well, it is amazing how things just sneak up on you. I had just finished my shift one night and I went to the upstairs bar with another co-worker to watch Ally McBeal. Some guy was watching another show and I was all ticked because I couldn’t watch my show. So I said something to Dave and he changed the channel. He told that guy that I was his wife and that he would be in trouble if I didn’t get to watch my show. I laughed about it and then we started talking about how he didn’t understand how my roommate didn’t like him and what he could do to get her back. All of the sudden it hit me. I LIKED HIM! I couldn’t believe it but I actually had feelings for this guy. Of course I was bummed because he was totally into my roommate and I knew I had no chance.
Boy was I wrong!
Eventually Dave decided to give up on my roommate. He would still hang out with us and I actually seemed to think that he may kinda like me, but I just wasn’t sure. We would talk every once in a while but I just didn’t know what to do. Normally I had no problem with the guys. I would throw myself at them and then that would be it. This guy was different though.
So one night we went to a bar with some co-workers. It was one of our favorite dive bars. Cheap beer is always great when you wait tables! So we were hanging out, drinking beer and talking. After a while Dave looked up at me and said, “Do you want to come over to my place and watch a movie?” I thought it was innocent enough. So of course I said yes. I was hoping that there was more to it than just “watching movies” but I didn’t want to ruin a budding friendship if that was all that it was going to be.
So we went back to Dave’s apartment and we started watching Billy Madison. (We still joke about that movie to this day.) Let’s just say that we didn’t make it too far into that movie. And I ended up staying the night….And that was the end of that!
Three years later we were married and we have been together for 7 years. We have a beautiful 6 year old little girl together and we also have full custody of his 10 year old son. I had no idea that the douchey doorman/bartender would end up being the love of my life and my best friend.