I have trust issues, yes. Because of one guy who told me he'd give me the world. Because of one guy who said he loved me one day, and dumped me the next. To give a year of your life to someone and for them to just throw it away one day can be devastating. How in the world am I supposed to trust another guy. Just to get my heart broken again? I don't think so. I had given up on guys. Focused on my career, my family. Then one day I met this guy named Chris. He didn't even seem like any other guy from the first moment I made eye contact with him. "Hi, how are you?" he asked. "Just fine." I replied. "Good, have a nice day." he smiled.
That was not the last time I saw Chris. I started seeing him every other morning at my usual coffee shop. He didn't wear business clothes like most of the men and women there, but instead, he always had on a pair of Wrangler jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt with a hat on. The thing I really noticed about his attire though, was his hat was just slightly crooked as if by accident, but it worked for him. Every now and then he'd catch me glancing at him and vise-versa. Why had I never noticed this man before? He was about 6 inches taller than me, bluest eyes I had ever seen, curly brown hair poking out from under his hat, and he was built like a man that had been working hard for years. This rugged look was refreshing after seeing men in suits and ties for four years. And he smelled just as good as he looked; had a hint of one of those intoxicating manly scents that could make your legs feel like jell-o.
After a few weeks of stealing childish glances at each other he approached me one morning as I was getting my usual latte. "Ma'am, I couldn't help but notice you get the same drink ever time you come in here, why is that?" Odd conversation, but I went along and replied, "Well, I'm not one to try new things and I enjoy this so why should I try something else?" He looked at me wryly and said, "Well if you keep on getting the same thing and never try anything else, you could be missing out on something great. Have a nice day." And he left.
I started really thinking about what he said that day. I could be missing out on something great. So I decided not to steal childish glances anymore and the next week I went over to his table and sat with him. From then we started regularly having coffee together. He asked me on a date about a month later and everything was going great. I found out he took over his dad's farm when his dad had become to ill to manage it. (Hence his usual get-up) I learned that he was a truly great guy that I might have never even noticed.
He still to this day gives me those little butterflies that school girls get when they have a crush. He manages to tell me on a daily basis after three years how beautiful I am and how much he loves me. Trust issues aside, I found something that has made my life worth-while.