Perseverence

This morning as I was getting ready for my Sunday "date," I saw a "poster" I have regarding a Champion. "P" stands for Perseverence...going from One Failure to the Next Failure with a Smile On your face. And I thought how that really applies to dating - and even my dating.

Yes, I cried about 3 days over my Rodeo Date (talked to him daily for 3 weeks, guess that's appropriate); I cried really about 1/2 day over Big Timber. In reality, he and I didn't talk THAT much (I'm not counting the weekend we were together - because now all he said is BS) and I did start to get rather fed up with his bs about 2 weeks before this past Friday. With one text I thought "I am who I am, take it or leave it."

Today's date is not someone that I met online; rather I've met him through a "guild" that I belong to in Sheridan - the Artists Guild. He has shown interest in me for the past 5 years - once right after my divorce when he was raising 2 young boys and I thought "no way." He backed off... Then last fall as I was walking down Main Street, he saw me (as he was at his car) and waited for me. Turns out he is the Harmonica Teacher for one of our local music stores - and I, have wanted to learn to play the Harmonica since I saw the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band in Concert (19 years ago).

So my "Date" with Harmonica Man was going out to Ranchester/Dayton area and driving up on the high line - border between Wyoming and Montana. We drove into the Little Big Horn Canyon, we had a little lunch (thanks to him) by the "beach" (Little Big Horn River). I got to take Stella with us, she LOVED it. We threw sticks for her, she cooled off in the river, she sat on my lap. Harmonica Man showed me his house in Wyola, MT; we sat in his yard and played with Stella. We talked about ALL sorts of things. I knew prior to this "date" that I could just be me (truly me...the person who doesn't know if she's talking about Acronyms or what they are called when you use letters for words) - and it felt really REALLY good to be able to share "my story" that included Bill (my past), my parents, without editing.

I say my "date" because I wouldn't quite call it the date - more like 2 people that like each other, respect one another for their interest in Art - and 1 person hadn't seen something that the other person could share... though I know he is interested in me. I can't say that I'm not; I would just say that there will probably be another date in the future and that I do like him.

And if HE hadn't persevered, today would not have happened and Stella wouldn't have come home TIRED! :)