I remember back in college when I was dating a guy. I was totally head over heals and I was bringing him home to meet my family. I was terrified. I remember calling my dad and begging him not to swear or tell any off color jokes. Basically, I was asking him not to be himself.
Long story short, I don't even remember how the evening went, but I do remember getting dumped shortly thereafter. I'm sure it had nothing to do with my family--they did a great job--he just wasn't that into me. (I haven't seen the movie "He's Just Not That Into You" and I don't think I will because everyone I know hates it but I did read the book a few years ago. I thought it was great and I really wish I could go back in time and give the book to college Brookie! It would have saved me a lot of heartache.)
However, with that said, I'm glad I had my heart broken a few times. I think everyone should. It gives you compassion and it makes you appreciate true love when you actually find it. Today is Valentine's Day and I went to Harmon's to grab some cinnamon lips. There were frantic men everywhere looking through cards and buying candy and cheesy balloons. I always smile to myself when I see this scene. I love it on one hand because it is so typical of men to wait until the last minute and then head to the grocery store for a V-day gift. On the other hand, they are trying to do something sweet for their ladies. I thought back to when Sam and I were dating and how he would do anything on earth to make me happy. I would constantly find surprises wherever I went--once he even drove to Park City from Provo to buy my a chocolate covered apple because he knew I loved them. He was hopelessly devoted and I knew he was crazy about me.
When I introduced him to my parents, I wasn't the least bit worried about my dad swearing or telling lewd jokes or my siblings teasing each other cause that's what we do. I knew Sam would love me the same anyway.
Sometimes I catch a look at myself in the mirror right before Sam comes home from work and I'm in my uni, hair in a messy bun, make up under my eyes, no dinner on the table and I think that Sam is a lucky guy! Yet, I know he loves me just the same and would still do anything to make me happy. I am one lucky girl.