The Mile High City

I guess since it has been about a week,

and I have posted some of these on Facebook,

not to mention I have repeated the story about 100 times....

I figured it was time I lay it out here on the ol' blog.

The last few months of my "dating" life has been very different.

In the past year I have really only dated one person.

It wasn't super serious and mostly in my opinion on the rebound on both our parts.

Not to mention only lasted maybe two months.

I haven't been dating for many reasons.

Yes, I have gone out once or twice but I just haven't' been interested.

I also haven't really felt I have met someone who has caught my attention enough to deserve it on a regular basis.

Until the past few weeks.

Over a month ago Brad came in to the Maxwells.

(Yes, I know his name is Brad for most of you who know me might freak out. I have, did, and am now over it.)

He was in PC on business.

When he sat down he asked for the good local beer and I gave him what I thought is the best we have.

Over the course of the next few hours I preceded to give him a few more.

During that time like the good bartender that I am... (self proclaimed) I began to chat it up with him.

About anything.

Mostly I remember talking to him about mountain biking.

We talked about Denver and what I thought about living in PC.

I took a mental note about how nice and good looking he was.

How incrediably perfect his teeth are and how when he laughed it made me smile.

Other than that I thought nothing of the night.

He mentioned he was in town on and off for the next three weeks and that I might see him again soon.

The following week there he was.

Right when he walked in I handed him the same beer and said hello.

He sat down chatted some and ate dinner.

Unfortunately I don't remember the fine details of this meeting. I also think I might have all of them a little tangled.

A few nights later again he appeared.

This particular night we were a little busier.

As the night went on I kept an eye on my new friend.

I noted that he was sitting next two two slightly older women.

(One maybe in her 60's who was laying it on really thick. Is there a nickname for a woman older than a "Cougar"?)

I watched his as he handled the "situation." He was beyond polite and charming. He was enduring and compassionate and so very sweet with her as she laid on what seemed to be her best game.

I could do nothing but watch, shoot him funny glances, and shake my head in sympathy as I watched him talking to these ladies.

It was awesome.

THEN.

After these "older" women left some of PC's "Finest" approached or whatever.

("Finest" being they might be known as women who are no good)

He then got up from his stool and followed them to their end of the bar.

I got as close as possible and stared him straight in the eye and quietly said, "Nope, go sit down they are not good."

Oddly his jokingly response was "I don't live here."

Dear Heaven.

Then to my surprise he returned to his seat on the other end of the bar.

That same night I had mentioned I was struggling to find someone to go to Dave with me.

I then oddly told him that if he had time he should come and he should give me his number.

(I know.. I'm good)

He then did.

Sadly we didn't go.

There were a few other things that came up and it didn't happen.

To me I never really thought twice about any of those events.

I thought he was a nice guy.

Good looking.

Funny.

Out of town.

Nice guy.

That was it.

Then.

The last night he was in town I got a text.

"Hey this is my last night here... want to get a drink or something."

(This is what I kind of remember.)

I was at home, just got done riding my bike.

I was nasty.

I didn't do my hair.

I didn't have makeup on.

I also didn't really get dressed up to much... or at all.

I picked him up and we went to Main.

Little did I know that whole night would change it all.

We jaunted up and down the street.

We had more than our share of laughs and then a few sweet kisses.

He said he wouldn't dance.

He did.

And the rest of that night is history.

The next day he got on a plane.

Home to Denver.

I was left in awe.

I had no idea where he came from or why all of a sudden I was stupid.

I wanted nothing then to see him.

To be with him.

To laugh with him.

And he was off in Denver.

Now what?

We talked and realized I actually had some time off. Sadley we also realized he had made a few commitments that he wasn't really sure if I would fit in to.

So we decided it would be to soon and not a good idea to see each other quite yet.

6 hours later I got a text that said, "Get on the plane in the morning."

(Thank you Kristin again for the amazing hook up!)

So I did.

It was the single best decision I have made all year.

First was rooftoop drinks.

Then a Target run where we ran in to Bryce from Willowbrook!

Then off to the Bronco game.

This was one of the "events" that he didn't know we could work out together.

We went and luckily got to sit and enjoy the whole game with each other and had a blast.

I was so excited I could hardly contain myself!

The game was amazing.

The walk home was better.

Somehow between the stadium and home we managed to have a few more laughs,

get hosed with water,

watch a fire show,

and find a place to get beverages.

(Yes, I love Denver.)

It was awesome and the best way to spend an evening.

To think I whole heartily didn't believe it could get any better.

Try a morning of strolling downtown while Brad was at work and then and afternoon of this.

HAHA. No not the whole afternoon... but I had to thrown this in.

He got new seat covers and we got to see how well we work together.

We did pretty good considering it was blistering in the parking garage and the seat covers were ridiculous to get on!

I still had the best time ever.

No that wasn't the really the rest of the day.

This was...

Can you say 14 mile hike to King's Lake?

It was incredible.

He is incredible.

The past few years and the past few men I have dated... don't compare.

He is awesome.

Today I asked him (Yes asked. He is pretty private and not the biggest fan of PDA so I asked.) if I could post about him here on the blog.

His response, "Yeah Babe. Be you. Do what you do."

He said that knowing that I am way more mushy but still supported me.

In the short time that this man has been in my life I have never felt more support from a friend.

He more than once had told me, "Bridge, I like you for you." "Be you."

It is so cool.

Today, we are just being us.

He is in Denver working and moving forward with his MBA.

I am here... yep.. figuring out what is next.

We are planning a few adventures in the next few months.

I couldn't be more excited.

So there you are friends.

Meet Bradley James Petersen.

He hikes and bikes and dances even though he doesn't like to.

I am a big fan...

Needless to say I sure hope to see more of the Mile High City soon enough!

Also.. there is a video in route.

Be ready.

Dumb and Dumber

Lately I am not into dating.

At all.

Yes, I have mentioned that I live in the most delicious place where the men to women ration is eight to one and is crawling with eligible bachelors but as of late these so called men are not grabbing or holding my attention.

Why do I bring this up you ask?

Well here is the story.

Being a bartender in two fairly busy bars in a small town I do meet quite a few people. Every so often I become not just their bartender but somewhat of a friend to these folk. A few guys in particular have sparked a conversation with me more than once that has now led to this blog post.

I don't really know how we got on to the topic of dating in PC but we did. In the process I started telling them what I really thought of all of my potential prospects and the tactics they are attempting to use to swoon me.

Here in no particular order are ways to get me (or any other woman) NOT to go out with you. Ever.

- Get belligerently drunk, ask me for my number, (get denied) come back to the bar the next day and introduce yourself as if we never met.

- Realize that half the reason you are in a small ski town is because you are running towards a girl, from a girl, or because of a girl. This leads to me asking, "Why are you sitting here with me in the first place?"

- Get my number in another way other than asking me for it.

-Facebook stalking.

(As in trying to add me as a friend before you left the barstool in front of me)

- After getting my number having every conversation with me via text. Seriously! How hard is it to hit the call button and use your voice.

- Asking me out and wanting me to pick out the place, plan the date, drive, and pay. Yes, I can appreciate you are a ski bum but really did your mom not teach you any manners?

-Not showering.

- Coming to the bar every.single.day. and getting blitzed.It's called AA. I can appreciate that you drink but not that much.

- Choosing your 420 habit over life.

- Hitting on my mom in front of me then asking me out... YES, this has happened... more than once.

- Pretending to be interested in something I do and then not want to do it with me.

- Ripping on the Sox while I am watching the game.

- Lastly saying you are going to so something or call and then not doing it. That shows pretty much right away that you are just not that into me and I am no longer going to waste my time.

Yes, in the past two months all of these have happened. Which, then leads me to accept that I am perfectly happy at the moment with out any of these men by my side.

I mean really? Who wants to be the Dumber to their Dumb?

The Exception.

So... I don't even know where to begin.

...

I hope that you all have seen "He's Just Not That Into You."

If you haven't, read it, at least rent the movie.

Today, of all days I am really struggling with my "dating" life.

For those of you who don't understand where I am coming from, let me spell it out to you.

I live in a town of maybe 10,000 a year residents.

The ratio here for men to women is 8 to 1.

8 TO 1!

I, not saying anything more than just a the fact that I am female benefit from this.

Or do I?

In the past 6 months I have dated a few people.

One...now 2.. that really caught me off guard.

(Another who also.. could of had been there had there not been other circumstances that are beyond my control.)

Regardless there is these 2.

Both have been destroyed by other women.

Both adore me.

Both are terrified.

Both... have said," I'm not ready."

Now I believe that you never are.

Not for those that really mean something.

But for once...

I'd really like to be the exception and not the rule.

Here's hoping to one day that actually happens.