(That’s a real kick to the ego.) The guy who was 15 years older than me with whom I had very little in common that wouldn’t let up on all the reasons “age doesn’t matter” until I eventually blocked him. (People are brazen online, hiding behind relative anonymity.) I don’t have the sort of life where I “get out and meet new people”–my life is really just an endless loop of work, farm, and my yoga studio–so I find myself mindlessly flipping through dating profiles, swiping left and right with relative abandon. That’s more like the time you spend in the changing room when you pull something off the rack. Here’s the thing though…While I’m, admittedly, not good at dating, I’m really good at relationships.Suddenly you aren’t the size you thought you were, you don’t actually look good in orange, and the outfit you pulled from the sales floor looks way the hell better on the mannequin. I’m good at giving little meaningful gifts, remembering someone’s coffee order and bringing it to them at work, making brownies for birthdays, cuddling on the couch to watch a movie, holding hands while road tripping to an out of the way restaurant we both want to try.(Guys, I am learning that I am so good at being wrong.) So, I find myself bumbling through Bumble at 31, wondering if I accidentally swiped left on my soul mate because of bad lighting. 100% Free Online Dating for Farm Girl Singles at Mingle2
The farm is old and rusty and your first thought is to sell it and go back to your urban dating games.
Everyone teased I would drive her to school when I turned 16. One day daddy called from Lone Star Steel and said to meet him when his swing shift was over with a truck and trailer.
Ol’ Blue had died, just a few months before I turned 16.
There would be many loads that looked similar to this!
We were taught “work before play.” Take care of your responsibilities, before the rodeos, play days, and 4-H shows, etc. Today I’m thankful for a family that taught us the value of hard work and responsibility! My daddy would load hay in the back of ol’ blue and we would head out to feed cows.