Well, let's start with my very first boyfriend, Andy. We "went out" in middle school....you know..to the movies with a huge group of friends, passing cute love notes in school between classes or sneaking out of class just to wave at him in the hallway while he was in another class...that kind of relationship. He was my first love...the one that you will always remember. Every time I think of how I felt about him, I hope that when I meet the guy that I'm meant to be with, I'll feel the same way. My love for him was genuine with no stipulations...all I wanted from him was to be with him, to see his beautiful blue eyes, to laugh with him, to make out with him forever (oh those hormones! lol). I just feel like love changes as we grow older...maybe it is because of my past experiences (which you will soon find out what I mean), but I feel like love is tainted or maybe it just becomes more about practicality. We start to look for certain characteristics...they must have a great job, they must have at least a bachelor's degree, they must be able to travel with me and take me on trips, and even sometimes thinking...."Is his genetics good...I mean, I really don't want my kids growing up and having a history of heart disease, like the rest of his family.." Don't get me wrong, I think that these are all important and these are definitely some of the criteria I use now when I am dating....but, sometimes, I just feel like it's wrong to think that way...I think I'm just jaded.
Anyway, back to Andy...I really loved him. I mean, thought we were going to ride off into the sunset, get married, and live happily ever after (by the way, thanks Disney for giving me false hope about love and guys LOL)..I don't know. Things change. I mean, really, how many people marry their middle school/high school sweetheart (exception being Sara and Kyle who I love dearly)? Well, on the back of my Herbal Essences shampoo bottle it says 2 our of 5 people marry their first love...I would really like to see the actual statistics on that. That will not be happening for me.
See, we broke up after I finished 8th grade, because I thought...well we are going to different schools, he'll be in another town, and there will be so many more new and awesome experiences with guys....I really regretted that decision for a while, because that was the last time that things ever really worked out for us. Throughout high school, when both of us weren't dating anyone, we'd end up fooling around...but it just never worked out, because by the time he realized he wanted to be with me again, I'd be in a relationship or vice versa....
Then I went to college and we talked throughout my freshman year. But then something happened, I didn't hear from him for a while my Sophmore year and found out THROUGH A MUTUAL FRIEND (which I was very angry about) that he was getting married....married in MAY! MAY...our month!
Well, I guess we just outgrew each other. I wanted to pursue Marine Biology and leave Rhode Island and he went into the Marines, got married quickly, and had a child just as quick....He told me once that I "abandoned" him...right, cause going to college means that I will be gone forever! Andy was one of those platform butterfly bamboo shoes...you know the ones I'm talking about that were popular in middle school with the soft black material on top and a blue butterfly embroidered on them. We all wore them with our bell bottom jeans, especially me, because they made me taller LOL! He was a pair of those shoes....shoes that you just outgrew, they went out of style...and sometimes you think about those shoes and you wish that that fashion would come back, but it just isn't going to happen....so you have to move on to another pair of shoes and stop thinking about them.
Funny Moments with Andy:
Alright, well just to give you a laugh, I'll tell you a few stories from my past with Andy!
The first thing I think of when I think of Andy was the time we all went to some movie...God knows what it was, because none of us were paying attention (if you know what I mean ;) )...but a big group of us, all sitting next to our significant others were watching this movie and I hear my friend say "Hey Reaching for Reefs, you want to play a game that's fun....put a junior mint in your mouth and then let Andy find it." I was like 'Ok.' So I did this...and we start making out and all the sudden, so the WHOLE theater could hear, Andy screams out "I found it! I got half of it!" There was another movie excursion where I actually tried to unbuckle his pants (I can't believe I was thinking about this in middle school)...anyway, I gave up because I couldn't get it undone and he wasn't helping, so nothing happened.
Oh yea, we were that couple that would make out anywhere and people would look at us and make faces and say things like "Oh my god...look at them...get a room!" LOL One time, we were at a party at my friend's house, and their mother literally had to pry me off of him, because my parents were there to pick me up.....I'm telling you..hormones gone wild!!!
Second thing I think of is when we were supposed to go sailing on his dad's sailboat and his dad couldn't get it started, so we were below deck making out and his brother kept coming down and bothering us...Andy was getting so mad, because his brother would not leave us alone! That was the first day I ever ever ever thought about having sex with a guy....
Third thing I think of was when I was in high school at a party (this was after I lost my virginity)...It was in the summer and Andy and I decided to ditch the party and sit in his truck in Paradise Park and just go at it....hah! I will never forget that...he was so impressed I could fit on top of him in that little truck cab...meanwhile, a few friends from the party were looking for us....walked right past us, but either ignored the fact that the windows were fogged up in the truck or really just didn't see us...ahhh what fun times!
Oh, another thing...I'll never forget his water bed! LOL
Well, I guess that's it for my buttefly bamboo platforms....
Until next time,
Reaching for Reefs
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Boys are like shoes
Ok. So let me really start this blog by telling you the premise of it all. See, I've had this idea for a while and I used to keep a journal of the stories I wanted to write about, but thinking that my last boyfriend was the "comfortable pair of shoes" I'd been searching for, I threw the journal away. Instead of starting to write in a journal all over again, I thought it would be great to start a blog and allow people to not only read my stories/experiences, but also to hear other people's input and have them share stories with me as well. I thought it would nice to start a blog that people could relate to!
This idea started a few years ago when I was talking to a good friend of mine from home, Sara. I was talking to Sara about her relationship with Kyle, who she had been dating since she was 14 (and has now been married to for 2 years). Sara and Kyle were high school sweethearts, the couple that everyone looked up to and compared their relationships with. They always seemed to be able to work things out. I mean, I know they had their ups and downs as everyone does...but their relationship just seemed so mature, so beyond what anyone of us could image....perfect almost. Their relationship baffled me, because for over half of it they were on opposite sides of the country (Sara in Rhode Island, Kyle in California) and yet they still were able to stay together. And everyone, including me, wanted their own "Kyle." lol
So, I was telling Sara all about this, and she reassured me that one day I will find the guy I was meant to be with, my "Kyle." She said:
"You know Dawn, boys are kind of like shoes...."
'How so, Sara?'
Then Sara said something along the lines of: "Well you know how you go into a shoe store and walk around looking for a perfect pair of shoes...and then you spot a pair of shiny, sassy shoes, so you try them on and they seem to fit you really well You walk around in them for a while, check out your legs and feet in the mirror in them, see if they compliment your shape and decide 'Yep, I'm definitely getting these babies.' Then you wear them out for a night, and BOY were you wrong! They gave you blisters, your toes are cramped in them, and the padding that you thought was enough just isn't good enough! So you give them away, or keep them in the back of your closet, or hold onto them just because maybe one day they won't hurt you anymore. Then you go back into the store, again hoping to find a perfect pair of shoes. Your eyes glance over to the boot section...you convince yourself you really need a pair of boots. So you try a pair on...they feel comfortable and they look like they are made out of excellent material, but again when you go out with them for a night, they start constricting you and you get them just a little bit wet, and the hardy nice material you thought they were made of was just a lie, a fashion facade....they fall apart. In the end, every girl is just looking for a comfortable pair of sneakers and they may have to go through several pairs of shoes (maybe even a whole shoe store) before they find them. I'm lucky, I happened to find mine before I had to go through all those pairs of shoes."
When I heard Sara say this, I thought...Wow! What an excellent metaphor...the search for the "perfect" man is comparable to the search for the "perfect" pair of comfortable shoes! And honestly, I've turned into a Floridian being down here so long, so I really HATE closed toed shoes (no offense to your sneakers, Sara! lol)....so the comfortable pair of shoes I am searching for and will continue to search for are a nice pair of flip-flops. NOT thong flip-flops made out of plastic, but a nice pair of say....Teva's or Reefs....with the soft, cloud-like bottoms that (after a while) mold to your feet, like a Tempur-pedic bed...and the cloth thong that doesn't pinch or hurt the flesh between your big and first toe, but caresses it...sitting there just so. I literally will wear a pair of these flip-flops until the sole is worn down so low that the layer between my toes and the ground is almost non existent! LOL
So, anyway.... DING DING...an idea came to my head...with all the dating experiences I have, I could really write about this and relate every guy to a type of shoe! Now, I'm not a fashionista, so sorry to disappoint you, but this blog will not be focusing on specific brands or labels...I do not follow shoes that well, so no Gucci's or Prada's as of now! For that type of information, you'd need to see my friends Kim or Jocelyn!
I also would like to give you heads up, although I will TRY MY BEST to keep my posts about boys and shoes, there may be times where I just need to talk about something else...lol! So I may mix it up a little!
Well, I hope you enjoy reading my stories and personal experiences....as of now, I'm sleeping with stilettos, but reaching for reefs!
Until next time,
Reaching for Reefs
This idea started a few years ago when I was talking to a good friend of mine from home, Sara. I was talking to Sara about her relationship with Kyle, who she had been dating since she was 14 (and has now been married to for 2 years). Sara and Kyle were high school sweethearts, the couple that everyone looked up to and compared their relationships with. They always seemed to be able to work things out. I mean, I know they had their ups and downs as everyone does...but their relationship just seemed so mature, so beyond what anyone of us could image....perfect almost. Their relationship baffled me, because for over half of it they were on opposite sides of the country (Sara in Rhode Island, Kyle in California) and yet they still were able to stay together. And everyone, including me, wanted their own "Kyle." lol
So, I was telling Sara all about this, and she reassured me that one day I will find the guy I was meant to be with, my "Kyle." She said:
"You know Dawn, boys are kind of like shoes...."
'How so, Sara?'
Then Sara said something along the lines of: "Well you know how you go into a shoe store and walk around looking for a perfect pair of shoes...and then you spot a pair of shiny, sassy shoes, so you try them on and they seem to fit you really well You walk around in them for a while, check out your legs and feet in the mirror in them, see if they compliment your shape and decide 'Yep, I'm definitely getting these babies.' Then you wear them out for a night, and BOY were you wrong! They gave you blisters, your toes are cramped in them, and the padding that you thought was enough just isn't good enough! So you give them away, or keep them in the back of your closet, or hold onto them just because maybe one day they won't hurt you anymore. Then you go back into the store, again hoping to find a perfect pair of shoes. Your eyes glance over to the boot section...you convince yourself you really need a pair of boots. So you try a pair on...they feel comfortable and they look like they are made out of excellent material, but again when you go out with them for a night, they start constricting you and you get them just a little bit wet, and the hardy nice material you thought they were made of was just a lie, a fashion facade....they fall apart. In the end, every girl is just looking for a comfortable pair of sneakers and they may have to go through several pairs of shoes (maybe even a whole shoe store) before they find them. I'm lucky, I happened to find mine before I had to go through all those pairs of shoes."
When I heard Sara say this, I thought...Wow! What an excellent metaphor...the search for the "perfect" man is comparable to the search for the "perfect" pair of comfortable shoes! And honestly, I've turned into a Floridian being down here so long, so I really HATE closed toed shoes (no offense to your sneakers, Sara! lol)....so the comfortable pair of shoes I am searching for and will continue to search for are a nice pair of flip-flops. NOT thong flip-flops made out of plastic, but a nice pair of say....Teva's or Reefs....with the soft, cloud-like bottoms that (after a while) mold to your feet, like a Tempur-pedic bed...and the cloth thong that doesn't pinch or hurt the flesh between your big and first toe, but caresses it...sitting there just so. I literally will wear a pair of these flip-flops until the sole is worn down so low that the layer between my toes and the ground is almost non existent! LOL
So, anyway.... DING DING...an idea came to my head...with all the dating experiences I have, I could really write about this and relate every guy to a type of shoe! Now, I'm not a fashionista, so sorry to disappoint you, but this blog will not be focusing on specific brands or labels...I do not follow shoes that well, so no Gucci's or Prada's as of now! For that type of information, you'd need to see my friends Kim or Jocelyn!
I also would like to give you heads up, although I will TRY MY BEST to keep my posts about boys and shoes, there may be times where I just need to talk about something else...lol! So I may mix it up a little!
Well, I hope you enjoy reading my stories and personal experiences....as of now, I'm sleeping with stilettos, but reaching for reefs!
Until next time,
Reaching for Reefs
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Welcome to my life
So, I'm a first time blogger...don't really know how to start these things, but here I go...
I'm from a small town in Rhode Island. Rhode Island...NOT Long Island, as some people confuse us with....ya know..the smallest state with the longest name!!! By the time I was finished with high school I REALLY wanted to get out. Don't get me wrong...I love Rhode Island. I love the smell of the sea air, Ocean Drive, Del's lemonade, etc, but I could not stand what I like to call the "Island mentality." For example, I would hear people from my town say: 'What? You mean I have to drive 45 minutes..ALL the way to Providence today!' Come on now, some people drive that distance every day, just to commute to work! Besides that, I wasn't thrilled with the fact that everyone knew everyone in my town. We always joke that if it wasn't for the Naval base, our island would be full of incest. If you are from a small place, maybe you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, passionate about Marine biology and loving the sun (and the palm trees) so much, I moved to Florida to go to college. I have now been in Florida for 7 years, continuing my education by pursuing an Master's in Marine biology.
I'm a daughter of a very loving, compassionate, and very Catholic mother who came from a family of 10 and a father who's profession is in safety and health management. Boy, did my brother and I grow up being extra careful! LOL. I'm talking covered head to toe in pads when I went rollerblading, wearing not only a helmet, but gloves when I went for a bike ride, etc. My brother is a few years younger than me. We used to fight a lot until we got to high school, then we started to get pretty close. A lot of people tell him he looks just like my dad...sometimes he acts just like my dad too...(If you ever read this, don't get mad bro..I love you!). My brother's a smart cookie! He's about to graduate from Georgia Tech with a degree in Aerospace Engineering...yep, he definitely got the math and physics side of the brain!
Ok, so what does this have anything to do with my blog? Well, I figured you would appreciate knowing my background before reading my thoughts/comments about life and about sleeping with stilettos...
Still interested....then please, keep reading...
Until next time,
Reaching for Reefs
I'm from a small town in Rhode Island. Rhode Island...NOT Long Island, as some people confuse us with....ya know..the smallest state with the longest name!!! By the time I was finished with high school I REALLY wanted to get out. Don't get me wrong...I love Rhode Island. I love the smell of the sea air, Ocean Drive, Del's lemonade, etc, but I could not stand what I like to call the "Island mentality." For example, I would hear people from my town say: 'What? You mean I have to drive 45 minutes..ALL the way to Providence today!' Come on now, some people drive that distance every day, just to commute to work! Besides that, I wasn't thrilled with the fact that everyone knew everyone in my town. We always joke that if it wasn't for the Naval base, our island would be full of incest. If you are from a small place, maybe you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, passionate about Marine biology and loving the sun (and the palm trees) so much, I moved to Florida to go to college. I have now been in Florida for 7 years, continuing my education by pursuing an Master's in Marine biology.
I'm a daughter of a very loving, compassionate, and very Catholic mother who came from a family of 10 and a father who's profession is in safety and health management. Boy, did my brother and I grow up being extra careful! LOL. I'm talking covered head to toe in pads when I went rollerblading, wearing not only a helmet, but gloves when I went for a bike ride, etc. My brother is a few years younger than me. We used to fight a lot until we got to high school, then we started to get pretty close. A lot of people tell him he looks just like my dad...sometimes he acts just like my dad too...(If you ever read this, don't get mad bro..I love you!). My brother's a smart cookie! He's about to graduate from Georgia Tech with a degree in Aerospace Engineering...yep, he definitely got the math and physics side of the brain!
Ok, so what does this have anything to do with my blog? Well, I figured you would appreciate knowing my background before reading my thoughts/comments about life and about sleeping with stilettos...
Still interested....then please, keep reading...
Until next time,
Reaching for Reefs
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