A Beginner’s Love


Let’s Start at the Beginning

Guys, you want to know how can you be a good partner and find success in love?

Here’s a hint: it might be simpler than you think.

The truth is, there’s really no secret formula to being a good partner or being good in a relationship. All men are capable of being so, and all men probably have been at one time or another. It’s just the consistency that’s hard.

If you want to be good partner or to be good in a relationship, go back to the beginning.

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Thank You for Saying YES

Thank You

Ok, maybe you didn’t say it in capital letters, but I thank you all the same. None of you had to say yes, but you did, and I’m really thankful for that.

I don’t take a single bit of it for granted, and that’s why I wanted to take some time to express my gratitude to all the women in my life who have previously said yes to me; in particular, to those of you who I’ve been honored to call my girlfriends or my wife.

I’ve not only wanted to say those things to you for a long time, but I wanted to write my own thank you letter to all of you because I’ve seen too many other letters out there that just don’t add up to my thoughts on love or any of you. You’ve probably seen them all too; you know, the articles out there that thank people for saying NO, or that thank people for breaking up with them, or that thank people for letting them go. Their all so depressing and negative in tone I feel, and it seems as if they only serve to boost the self-esteem of the person writing them so that they might feel better off afterwards.

And that’s why I’m writing mine, because I wanted my letter to you to be different. I don’t feel like I’m better off without any of you, I feel like I’m better off having had each of you in my life.

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Lauren: Part 2

“I wish I could call you. I wish you were still around.”

Those were the words I heard coming out of my car’s speakers the last time I passed her house.

My Spotify was on shuffle. I had not choose the song. I had not planned to go by her house. I was just on my way somewhere else, and where she lived happened to be along the short cut – the short cut she had taught me – to where I was headed. It was all totally random. Totally coincidental. But it didn’t feel like it.

It felt like Spotify was being a dirty, dirty bitch. That’s what it felt like. I didn’t even realize what song was playing on my stereo until that exact moment when I passed her house. I was just day dreaming, enjoying my drive, and then I heard those words. When I did, I looked right, and her house was directly alined with my car. “Motherfucker,” is what I probably mumbled afterwards, half-chuckling at the incredible life fuck I just received.

You can always count on the good ole occasional nut punch from the capital-B life.

Wait; shit, my bad. This is all near the end of the story about her. I’m an asshole. Let me rewind a bit and tell you what happened after that first night with her before you all mutiny me.

Although you really should’ve guessed where this story was headed if you’re any good at being a pretend detective.


If things we’re only as simple as one night.

If all you needed was a feeling to make everything all right and to never have to worry about anything ever again. If all you needed was somebody. If all somebody else needed was you. Man, life would be awesome if all that were true. Unfortunately, life isn’t that simple. It’s a category-5 shit storm that teaches the best of us that we’re never fully in charge. It’s just life.

Goddamn I’d give anything to be back in that redneck campground with her. Just living in that moment. Having everything be so simple again. Having everything I ever wanted back again.

My heart screams for her just thinking about it.

It didn’t end after one night though don’t worry. We did date for a few months afterwards. Fuck, if that would’ve been the end and had she disappeared or something after that, I probably would’ve spent the rest of my life looking for her. I’m not sure what happened next is any better.

You see, timing is everything my friends. Our relationship in the months that followed that amazing moment with her – the moment that changed my life – was a mix of the most amazing feelings and the most debilitating all at the same time. Lauren was as hard to love as she was as easy to want.

When we met she wasn’t yet 21, so she had all sorts of ideas and plans and experiences yet to be had. Things I was never intended to be a part of. And even though love shouldn’t have been an obstacle to all that, it (I) was.

I’ve realized the hard way that certain plans just have no way of not being a distraction if you don’t see them through.

I knew this all to well myself, as I had actually just come out of a similar phase in my own life. Spending almost my entire undergrad experience in college being wild and crazy and void of responsibilities so that I could get whatever it was at that point in my life out of my system and move forward. So that I could be okay with moving on to adulthood basically.

I put aside friends, girlfriends, and life in pursuit of this sole mission –  to give those years pure hell. To live every image of college life I had ever seen or dreamed of. And I did. And if she had come into my life at that point, then I too probably wouldn’t have been able to handle the responsibility of her love because I wouldn’t have been ready. Trust me, I had a really awesome girlfriend at the time and I was a terrible partner to her.

So even though her circumstances were different, I could see a similar writing on the wall with Lauren because even during the incredibly amazing times we had together she would frequently say stuff like, “This can’t be real.” Constantly stopping herself from being fully present in the moment, and saying in effect that this couldn’t possibly be the end of her road when she had yet to travel. And it didn’t really matter where she wanted to go, I knew that those plans were without me.

Man, it was pure torture to hear those things from her and have her resist what I knew she felt too in those moments. To have such amazing feelings and chemistry; to have my heart feeling like it was ready to explode only to have to suppress it right before it burst. And it wasn’t even that she didn’t feel what I felt too, she was just in awe as I was at times with what all that was going on, stopping instead at times to say something like, “How are you doing that?”. But she wasn’t at a time and a place in her life where she could allow those things in her head and heart to solidify – to become a part of her. She needed to do more first. And because of that she also neglected my own feelings and affection because she could not appreciate them by default. It was a true roller coaster of love.

So in effect, as hard as I tried to ignore the signs with her and hope for otherwise, I knew she would eventually have to be set free in order for her to find any absolution in her life. For her to choose me too like I had no choice but to choose her.

And I really didn’t have a choice. After that moment with her I was infatuated. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I didn’t want to leave her. Everything about her awakened something new within me. The music she listened to was like discovering what songs had been playing in my head for years, the things she did (hiking, learning, exploring, etc.) were all the simple things I had forgotten how to do, and the way she looked at life was so innocent, naive, and beautifully attractive that I found my soul begging to let go of my own artificial existence to join in.

If any of my friends are reading this now, they probably realize they have a lot of me to thank her for.

Even her body was the most attractive body I have ever seen. She was the only women I’ve ever been with that I can honestly say I never even cared to glance at others when I was with, because she was the epitome of attraction to me. Not because I’d never seen or been with women who on ‘paper’ or in photos weren’t prettier (I mean I already said that it wasn’t love at first sight), but because of all that she made me feel. And that’s just it, she made me feel. That statement probably says more about her than anything else, because it would be a long time before I myself was just able to just feel on my own.

Despite all this though, there was just no escaping that she wasn’t at the same place yet in her life yet (no one ever really is) to allow for the same. So I knew it was only a matter of time before the inevitable had to happen.



Knowing all this though and accepting it are too different animals. Knowledge is a bitch.

Another part of the whole problem I think was that her mother had married young and that this created this understood desire for her daughter to have a different set of experiences in her life. To see and do and be much older before she decided to settle down. Not bad advice, but definitely not helpful to my cause. I almost even felt in a way that her mom may not have even wanted her to have the need for someone else. That she wanted her to become her to own person first without being held back by someone else. Once again, not bad advice, but not conducive to our happy ending.

I tell yah, to be the barrier to everything you could ever hope for in life is a unique feeling. To have everything you ever wanted right there in front of you and to have it want you back but not be able to give to you completely until you are out of the picture, that is a motherfucker. All that being said, and despite all this reinforcing what I already knew, I still tried to make it work for a long time and allow myself the idea that I could just put up with only receiving a fraction of what was there in order to have those rare moments together when she forgot how to resist or do what was expected. When I was able to experience the most amazing feelings in the world and have what I wanted more than anything else – her. It was almost worth it too.

Eventually though, I could no longer escape the reality I was in and what had to be done. I had to love her by letting her go. Some say that is the greatest form of love. But letting everything I’d ever wanted go, everything I honestly could have never even imagined go, in hopes that it would one day return, that was the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with in my life. And that’s saying something.

But before I go on though, I want to make sure I tell the whole story of her, so I want to stop here and say that that decision wasn’t totally of my own doing and that I was nudged a bit towards making that decision by someone else.

Right as I was nearing that decision to go forward with letting her go and in allowing her to do what she needed to do, one of her best friends told me that Lauren herself had told her that she was thinking of ending it soon.

I’ve never really known if that’s true, partially because Lauren told me afterwards that she would’ve never broken up with me, and partially because I later realized that that friend had an attraction to me as well – an attraction that she later tried to (and did) do something about – but regardless of whether it was true or not, being told that definitely forced my hand to move forward with that decision. Because if she would’ve been the one that ended it, that would have altered the way I had envisioned everything going down and how the fairy tale story of her eventually coming back to me one day unfurled.

So, I broke up with her.


If I Could Give You Anything, It Would Be French Toast, Sweet Potato Pie, and Being There.

Often times people do things, or give things to others in life, that are more than just the object or the act presented to them. When someone does something for you, or gives something to you, it’s hard to know though what exactly that something might mean to be given by them without the context of having lived their life. Thereby, if you can make the effort to get to know someone else, you will essentially allow yourself to always get more than you would have otherwise.

Here’s a personal cheat sheet to somewhat understand what I mean by that.

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Love -N- Shit

This was my first attempt at writing and self expression about 3 years ago. Honestly, I didn’t even explore writing in such a way again until almost a year ago. I had no idea back then that this would be an indicator that I had found my voice, and that writing would later be something I pursued full time (when I have time). This was just me being me in another random, deep, goofy way. Not sure I come any other way really. It feels good to be able to continue sharing those random, deep thoughts with you now. Enjoy! 

After wiping my nose this morning with some toilet paper I found myself looking at the roll. There were only a couple squares left and I knew the next event in the bathroom would bring about the inevitable, oh-so-cautious, usage of the last pieces of T.P. However, at that moment, instead of thinking about how I was going to go about replenishing my supplies, I had a typical me moment of random, deep wondering. I said to myself, “What if we used or cherished love like it was the last piece of T.P.?”

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The Little Things: What I Miss The Most About Married Life

I’m not going to start this post by going into great detail about my marriage. There’s plenty I have already, or will eventually write about that just because it’s part of who I am. I will say though that it’s not a sad, tragic, or bad story to tell. It’s just life. That being said, as true and as understated as that is, there are plenty of things that I can say I miss about married life.



Ok, maybe my ex wife’s role was more driving assistant than co-pilot (I planned most of our activities to a T), but damn if I don’t miss having a co-rider in the car. I’ll just say it, number one, it’s a real struggle for me to eat and drive at the same time. I spill shit on myself and my car’s interior frequently, and a lot of times my food is just too far for me to reach. But my stomach and taste buds never can seem to wait until the next pit stop. That, and I don’t like gas station food, I’m always hungry, and I usually pre-eat before any activity just in case there isn’t enough food for my ridiculous metabolism. Hence, I need to be fed like a baby while I run the roads. Hell, I’d even let the hypothetical her actually eat some of my food this time around if I could just have a little hand to mouth action while I drive.

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