Romance Novel

I must learn to save my work.  I could have like twenty blogs posted daily if I did.  You see blogging besties-quick tangent before I get to my main point.  I tend to write blogs in Microsoft word and then rely on autosave when my computer crashes and/or I end up restarting my computer.

They only save about half the time.  Rude. Well this blog isn’t about my lack of common sense.  Not really anyways.

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Here is my warning to you.  This is kind of a novel of a post.  Think lifestylesc.  I don’t apologize because I enjoy rambling away.

I have gotten a lot of questions in the last few months about my personal life regarding my last relationship and honestly I was not quite ready to do a blog about it.  We are not still dating and haven’t been for a while…

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It all started when I went to college.  I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend.  I mean god knows they weren’t looking for me either.  For the first month and a half, my roommate Kierstin and I hung out.  We became extremely close and had some of the best times the first month of my freshman year.  We were so carefree.

We did everything together with the exception of classes.  We even swam a few laps before swim season started.  If you have read my blog for a while you know I didn’t choose my school to swim.  I didn’t choose it for athletics and I wasn’t planning on doing swimming-let alone running but that is another story.  Kierstin and I mostly stuck to ourselves until the first day of swim practice.  She had convinced me since I swam in high school that I should go tryout for the college team.

I was not in the mood to swim at all but honestly, I didn’t want to end up having no friends if she was going to be busy with that so I decided I would swim.   I also enjoy structured wokouts and if I hated it then I would quit…nothing to lose. Well I tried out for the team and I made it.

Not more than two weeks into practice, we had both made lots of friends and I knew the entire male and female teams.  About a month into practice, one of the males (whom it’s really not hard to figure out since I have dated a whopping 1 person throughout college…but I won’t use names) started talking to me more than others.  He would talk to me outside of swim practice when we randomly saw each other on campus or we had lunch a few times.

When he asked me out on a date, I had no idea we were going on a legit date.  To this day-I fully believe I am the most naïve and clueless college female in the world.  Also the most socially awkward but you know how that is.  Ha-when I told Kierstin that we were going out to eat, she was like on a date?

I literally said oh no he just wants to be friends and get to know some of the team.  In my mind, I also fully believed that.  BAHAHA.  True life.

Long story short, we ended up dating in early November of my freshman year (and his junior).

Freshman year went by pretty smoothly.  At the end of the spring semester we continued dating, even though we were now 600+ miles apart.  I lived in Southern VA-he lived in Northern NY.  It actually wasn’t the hardest and most difficult thing in the world.  We were both really busy so it worked well.

Sophomore year was a bit of a blur for me.  I was finally regaining some of my speed back in swimming which I hadn’t had since high school.  I ended up swimming almost exclusively with the guys team.  That was all fine and dandy but I was a distance swimmer and so was the boyfriend.  I am not a happy athlete at all.  I have a temper that god knows you don’t want to light.  I was stuck swimming in lane with him and two other guys and lets just say…our practice ethics were not the same…

So my days ended up being something along the lines of eating breakfast and dinner with him, swimming anywhere from 2-4 hours in the same lane and possibly chilling if we didn’t have too much work.  That is a lot of time.  During peak training on winter break, think 4 hours of swimming and no classes.  It become to the point when it was a too much time.

But sophomore year was a good year too and the summer went by quickly again.  Since he transferred he had to take an extra semester and it was nice because I had someone there for me when I started running and swimming.

I was so busy the first semester of this year.  If you read my blog you pretty much know that.  He kept me in check and allowed me to have time outside of running, swimming and school.  I had such a good first semester.  I had a ton of fun and I still think my favorite night was swimming formal but ha…that is another story.  Maybe I just miss my black hair I don’t know.

We were slowly growing apart though.  Little things would disrupt us and lead into little fights.  Long story short, there was no fuse that lit us we just fizzled out.  We were going our separate ways and it was better for both us.  I don’t ever bash relationships and I don’t regret ours.  It was a great chapter in my life but I’m on a new one now.

Right now I’m not looking for anyone.  I’m not going out of my way to find myself a million men.  I feel just as previously when the wind blows me in the right direction then it will happen and until then I’ll jam to Beyonce’s single ladies.

Question for you:

Talk to me about your relationship life.