Dark Horse

Dark horse is a term used to describe a little-known person or thing that emerges to prominence, especially in a competition of some sort. (Thanks Wikipedia). I do not view dating as a competition, for the record.

Those of you that know me know that I've been trying the dating scene for the last couple years. For those of you who don't know me, I've been trying the dating scene for the last couple years. For those of you who were lucky enough to meet your other half before the end of college years, count your lucky stars. It is increasingly difficult to meet people once you are no longer thrown together in Cartography 101 or Music Theory 475 or Equine Studies 220. Some people do meet the opposite sex at the drop of the hat. It appears they are never without someone on their arm. There are many places you could meet someone - the gym, church, a bar, the library, Wal-Mart. I did date seriously in this last year and a half and I think there are many reasons that I met the men I did in the ways I did (which, by the way, was none of the aforementioned). Those are a whole other post though.

If you've been reading my blog since it's inception you may have read this little gem of a post Lessons Learned...And Possibly Bridges Burned. I've been lucky enough to have continued on that journey and was pretty darn happy with where I was....single, learning about who I was and where God was taking me. Sure I was still on an internet dating site, and was meeting some great guys. Great guys who weren't meant for me. There are some lucky women out there though when these guys settle down! But enough about them, let's talk about my Dark Horse, or DH.

My DH was someone I had talked to for awhile before meeting. We had some good communication and agreed to meet up around the first of the year. I went into that date thinking I'd have dinner with this guy, and he seemed so nice, but I wasn't sure if there was that spark. Thinking that started to change the second we met and had been blown out of the water by the end of the evening. It was one of those rare first dates where you don't want it to end because the idea of him not calling for a second date had to be put off as long as possible. On a side note, it's a good thing he turned out to be a great guy because my "emergency friend" was asleep when I called her after to let her know I hadn't been kidnapped. Geez...what's the use of an emergency code word if the other party is too tired to get the text? Anyway, I digress...

There are many things that I have learned about DH, many things I absolutely love about him, and some of these things I will share. Others, I will not.  Sorry, but I'm not a completely open book! One thing that I adore is that he listens. To every word I say. Every word. One of the things that apparently had been lacking in my dating life was flowers and I mentioned this. Flowers for occasions. Flowers for no reason. Flowers to cheer me up. Blooms. Petals. Leaves. Buds.

To cheer me up....

For Valentine's Day, an early morning surprise of my favorite flowers...

Because I didn't feel good...by the way, these are some of my favorite pictures I've taken to date!

I've been blessed to meet someone who understands me, who is completely undeserved, who is inspiring in his sweetness and kindness toward not only me, but everyone he comes in contact with.