Colt and I have officially been together half a decade. When I put it that way… I can’t even believe it. I mean, when you think about it… in the same, or even less time, we know more people who have met, married and are on their way to getting those 1.87 children. While we on the other hand seem to be over here like hey, what country do we need to see next? We haven’t taken the typical path, and you know what, that’s ok.
For those of you who don’t know, Colt and I actually met nine years ago when we both transferred to Texas State University in the Fall of 2008. He walked into my apartment with a friend (hey Jeremy) to actually hang out with my friend who was over and watch a movie (thanks Ashley). I didn’t think much of him (sorry boo) because when someone is interested in your friend, that person is off-limits people. Over the years we ran into each other often, always said hi, chatted, were friends. He even tried to save me from a horrible date I was on like the true gentleman he is (I happened to totally miss the fact he was slipping me his number and never called… face plant). It wasn’t until after I had graduated in 2011, and had gone back to visit San Marcos, that our conversations turned into something a little more (apparently I had lost my bitch vibe? I tried to tell him it was because I thought he was into my friend… my bad). He had come to Dallas shortly after that last run in and I told him I was busy and couldn’t hang out. I honestly didn’t want to drive from Fort Worth to Dallas, and figured this guy wasn’t into me anyway, so what was the point, right? Three months later it all finally went down. I had moved to Dallas, and we met up at Milo Butterfingers. After many drinks, a late night turned early morning, a TCU game, one fabulous dinner party and pub crawl later, he was standing on a picnic table at Barcadia announcing that we were officially dating (I guess after knowing someone that long, whats the point in taking things slow?). From that point on this relationship has been nothing short of an adventure.
We’ve moved more times than I would like to admit, spent more months apart than I think anyone else could handle, traveled the world, lived and thrived in a different country, and even raised a dog! There has been so much to be thankful for (some I hadn’t realized until now), but with the good always comes the fair share of challenges (but we will save those for another time). In the end, I wouldn’t trade any of it, if it meant I didn’t get to do life with you CJK.