Enter the cowboy phase.
Many of you probably don’t know that I grew up in the sticks, had horses, barrel raced competitively for 5 years, wore cowboy hats, jeans and boots. Yep, I did. I miss that life sometimes….sigh.
Spring Creek, Nevada. Home sweet home.
When I was in 7th grade I met my best friend Krissy. She was a ranch girl and we were pretty much inseparable all the way through our senior year of high school. I was always interested in horses, but it was when I met Krissy that I really made the transition into the cowboy world.
By eighth grade, Krissy and I were absolutely boy crazy. I think, besides horses, we only talked about boys. She is responsible for setting me up with most of my high school boyfriends. I was shy and she was much better at being outgoing. It worked.
Krissy worked with one of her older high school friends to hook me up with Dusty. He was a freshman and I was in eighth grade and this was a really, really big deal. I remember the first time we talked on the phone. I was so nervous that I rattled off my school activities and achievements like I was on a job interview. That had to be soooo interesting to Mr. Dusty.
He was my first kiss and my first date. We went to the old Crystal Theater in Elko. Krissy came along because we were inseparable and because my parents didn’t quite know what to do with a 14 year old who was dating. I think she was there as moral support/chaperon. It wasn’t long into the movie when Dusty went straight in for a big sloppy, tongue filled kiss. I thought it was kind of disgusting. For a first kiss it was not what my 14 year old heart had desired.
I think we dated for four of five months. He was not really the smartest guy on the planet, but we would talk on the phone, go to the movies, have dinner with his family or mine. It was my first foray into dating and most of the time I didn’t really know what to do with myself. All of our dates/interactions were super awkward. I was painfully shy with him. Later I realized that I when I’m super shy with someone it usually means that I don’t have a lot in common with them because once you get me talking about something I’m interested in I don’t hold back.
Looking back I realize that I didn’t even LIKE him. At all. Not even a little bit. I should have known it wasn’t going to work out because my dad and brother made fun of him all the time.
We didn’t have anything in common at all.
Things with Dusty were kind of boring and I guess by the time April came around the crush that I had been nurturing for a boy in my Honors math class had really started to manifest.
What I Learned: That chemistry and commonality are super important when it comes to dating.
Why it Ended: Hormones really. I started nurturing a crush on Boyfriend #3 who was some hunky goodness and we had things in common.
Enter Jeremiah – my foray into the preppy, honors student, soccer playing kind of guy. It was a short lived romance, but one that I recall fondly!