You have to kiss a lot of frogs, to find your prince!

Is no big secret that I've been on the air somewhere in the Treasure Valley other than 107.9 LITE-FM. If you (or your kids made you) listened to my first morning show, you know that when it comes to relationships, I have about as much common sense as a sack of rocks.  I was in a really bad long distance relationship when I moved to Boise with a guy who wanted me to follow his dreams instead of my own.  I wanted a happily ever after so bad, that I stayed in that relationship for an additional two years and even said yes to his proposal.  Four months later, for a number of was over.  That set off my string of not so great decisions with men.  Eventually I realized I just need to stop trying to find a guy.  I just needed to exhale and be alone for a while.

Enter Nate.  I actually met him through one of the guys in our sales department, six years ago.  Our sales guy knew I was from Ohio and grew up a Cleveland Browns fan, so naturally as the president of the Boise Browns Backers he insisted that I came to one of their viewing parties on Sunday.  That's where I met some loud mouth guy that gave our sales guy as much sarcastic crap as I did.  Turns out he was from Cleveland.  We actually had worked around some of the same people in Ohio, but never crossed paths.

Over the next couple years, I saw him on Sundays during the Browns games and bump into him some other places like Hawks games, etc.  He was just a cool guy but I never really had any interest in him romantically.  He had a girlfriend most of the time I'd known him and he met my revolving door of men when I'd drag them to watch my crappy football team.

What's really funny? We were both going to a Cavs game in Cleveland while we were home for the holidays so we met up to say "hi" to each other and snapped a photo.  When he posted it, people instantly thought we were dating. (Which couldn't have been further from the truth considering the whole "guy I was into neglected to tell me he had a girlfriend" fiasco happened a few days later.) Fast forward to the first week of January where we bumped in to each other at the Governor's Ball. I was having a bad night, so he hung out with me and invited me over to watch football with him and a few of his female friends the next day.

We chatted on FB for the next few days and he was bummed he was going to miss the first half of the Ohio State vs Oregon National Championship game because he was driving home to Nampa from Downtown Boise.  I ended up inviting him over to join my friends and I since I live close to Downtown.  Ohio State wins.  We do a celebratory shot and out of no where he insists that I kiss him. For some reason I thought it was a good idea...and was really weirded out that he was taking pictures of it.  And then we didn't talk about it again until a few weeks later when we went to brunch and he did it again.

So now we're kind of "hanging out." I was playing indoor soccer at the time and mentioned that our keeper was out for one of our Saturday games.  He played keeper in high school, ended up buying like $200 in new gear and volunteered to fill in for us.  3/4 of the way through the game, a ball hits his finger the wrong way and shatters his pinky.  Less that a week later, he was having surgery to have it fixed.  I was at The Village at Meridian planning an event, so I was able to stop by and see him before they put him under on my way back to work.  (I also tricked him into telling me his favorite sushi roll while I was working on the event with Kona Grill.) The way the day played out let me be the one to pick him up from surgery, drive him home to Nampa and surprise him with his sushi roll.  Under the influence of his pain killers, he looked at me that night, pointed at me and said "'re my girlfriend" before falling asleep.

Luckily he decided to stick with that decision without the influence of painkillers the next day and we went on our first outing as an "official couple" to Winter Carnival the next weekend.  We go every year to celebrate now!

So this year, I was looking forward to my 10 mile run down Warren Wagon Road, the beer garden, snow sculptures and watching the fireworks during dinner at our favorite McCall restaurant, Anchor! What I wasn't expecting? What happened during this year's fireworks show over Payette Lake!