I Was Ready To Give Up On Dating, But The Man Of My Dreams Walked Into My Life By Chance

The early bird gets the worm. The grass is greener where you water it. Never eat yellow snow. It will happen when you least expect it. Etc, etc, etc. They say this; they say that. Who are they, anyway? That is neither here nor there. The reason I bring up these stereotypical “you know what they say….” sayings is because I have learned, my dear friends, that those mysterious and seemingly non-existent ‘they’ folk are typically correct.

I wouldn’t know whether or not the early bird gets the worm. I have never been nor do I plan to be early or even on time to anything. The grass being greener where it’s watered is scientific fact, but it is also a nice life-related philosophy. The yellow snow thing is just a safety net for those who aren’t quite the brightest bulb in the tanning bed. The over-used and ever obnoxious phrase I need to preach is the last mentioned, “it will happen when you least expect it.”

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time I was a small town girl living in a big city, trying to figure out what to do with my life. I had recently been dumped by not one, but two guys I had completely settled on out of sheer desperation; I thought there was no hope for me to find love. I was only 25, but being at the point I was in life and in the religion I belong to I felt as though life had dealt me the Old Maid card. I was obsessed with the idea of marriage. I thought I was so damaged and beyond the ability to love that nobody would ever care to ask me to be his forever. I could focus on nothing else. I was this way for seven years. It was pathetic.

At one point, I decided it was time to change my focus. I knew being so obsessed with the only part of my life I couldn’t necessarily control was unhealthy, and frankly unattractive. I worked on building a stronger relationship with my family. I enrolled in an MBA program and went back to school. I built strong relationships with girl friends. I went on Disneyland adventures with my sister.

One night, I went to a Halloween party. I don’t typically do that sort of thing; I am not one who chooses to be social in that type of scene. I only went because I wanted an excuse to dress up as a basketball player who plays for my favorite team, the Birdman. He has a Mohawk and tattoos, neither of which I have. I looked ridiculous. Painted on tattoos, a Mohawk, a basketball jersey. Every girl at the party was dressed as a cat, a sexy nurse, something that showed off either their figure or their femininity. I was dressed to show off neither.

While playing a game with my sister, a man came up behind me and asked if he could be the next to play.

That man is now my husband.

As it turns out, the man had played college basketball and was obsessed with the NBA. He noticed my costume and decided he needed to meet me. He was attractive; I was interested. We bowled together, he asked me out, and we were inseparable every day after that.

Six months ago I was happily single, had a great job, was working on my MBA, and was not looking for a husband in the slightest. Now I am even more happily married, living in a beautiful new state with a fantastic new roommate, and have never been more thankful that stereotypical sayings are true.

You see, when I was looking for a husband and completely obsessed with marriage, I wasn’t the type of girl someone would want to marry. When I stopped looking and decided to focus on my happiness, and myself, I found what I was looking for. Not only did I not have to settle, but I was also blessed with so much more than I deserve. Life is beautiful. Dreams really do come true, and it will happen when you least expect it.