I’d been dating Tom for a couple of years. I thought I had met the one. We moved in together, had our little West Highland Terrier dog that we both loved, and it felt like a family. I didn’t know that Tom wasn’t happy. When I think back, I really wasn’t happy either. So eventually, I came home from the office and found a letter from him. He had left me. At least he didn’t leave me for another woman. He had moved back in with his dad. His mother had passed away and his dad was really lonesome. I do wish he had left Rosco with me. That is our West Highland Terrier. I loved that dog more than I did Tom. I felt so lonely.
After being in a relationship that long, I had no idea where to start to find someone to fill that void in my life. After arguing with Tom over Rosco, I gave up on him returning him to me and got another dog. It was a West Highland Terrier too. No, I didn’t name him Rosco. I named him Butch.
Butch helped me not feel so lonely. Westies are very difficult dogs the first 2 years of their lives. You have to be very stern with them to let them know who is boss and usually take them through training. So at night, I would come home, walk Butch and then sometimes take him to his class. While at the class one evening, Crystal, another dog owner and I started talking. She told me about a speed dating session that was going to be happening at her church the following weekend. She was really excited about it. Seems she had been to other sessions before and found them to be a lot of fun. I told her I would think about it. I really wasn’t planning on it, but we exchanged numbers. I put the whole thing out of my mind until it was nearly the next Saturday. Then she called.
On Saturday, I ended up attending my first and hopefully last speed dating event. I didn’t know if I was going to be the one asking questions or answering them. It ended up I was on the side the moved from table to table answering questions. I was so nervous. I had barely spoken to a guy that I would have thought about dating in 3 years. Yes, I had already been single for a year. It was time, but I was scared. I didn’t know how to start and I didn’t want to be hurt again.
Here I was, sitting across the table from this guy named Sam. At first, he wasn’t even a guy I would have chosen to talk to, but as we chatted, I did find him to be more charming. I still wasn’t interested in dating him though. Then there was Matt. He was tall, dark and handsome. A dream boat. Even though he looked good, I didn’t feel like we hit it off. There were about 7 other guys I talked to, then came Charlie. Oh……Charlie. He was magnificent. I could find nothing about him, well other than he smokes, that I didn’t like. He wasn’t a dream boat, but he had a cute smile and his eyebrows went up when I talked in a way I knew he was really listening. My heart jumped at the thought we may actually get to date.
At the end of the night, I turned in only Charlies name on my scorecard. There was really no one else I was interested in seeing again. Later I found out, Charlie had turned in his score card with only my name on it. We are dating. I am taking it slower than I did with Tom to start. I hope our relationship does grow to a point we will want to make it permanent. He loves Butch and Butch loves him. It’s perfect. I am so happy I went to that speed dating session that night.