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A Match(maker) Made in Iowa

August 31, 2016 1 Comments

Did you know today is National Matchmaker Day?

To all the men and women who dedicate their lives to finding loves for others, I salute you. The game of love can be a challenging pursuit.

My husband and I have been lucky enough to be blessed with our very own matchmaker, and we didn’t even have to pay her!

It all started seven years ago..

I had been one year removed from a traumatic breakup and was doing my thing. I had graduated college, was living on my own, learning about responsibility and life from a pair of big girl glasses.

Chad was also about a year removed from a breakup and was essentially doing the same thing. I really don’t know what he was doing. I can only imagine.

One night, Chad had the pleasure of meeting my cousin, Amy. Now.. in order for you to fully understand the momentum associated with this evening, you need to know a few things about Amy.

Where oh where do I begin?

Amy is my cousin. She’s always been someone who looks out for me, and I always looked up to her. Amy is ten years older than me, and I grew up just knowing that she was cool.

Amy is always the life of the party. She can walk into a room not knowing a single solitary soul, and leave hours later with 30 new friends.

She is loud (in a good way), she is energetic, she is fearless, and she her hair is as fiery (red) as her personality (also, another good thing).

So, way back when, Amy and Chad ended up on the same team at a trivia night. See, the trivia night was to raise money for Amy’s son’s baseball team, and Amy was good friends with Chad’s sister Kelly. Kelly helped fill some spots at the table and her brother happened to be one of them.

Fast forward through some boring trivia questions, and Chad is hitting on another one of Kelly’s friends. In true Amy fashion, this is exactly when she decided to make her move.

Now, keep in mind, I was not present during said trivia match turned immediate love triangle, however, I have heard this story only about a million and ten times, and this is my rendition.

So Chad is giving this girl his golden smile, and Amy butts right in. Literally. She squished herself right in between them and starts telling Chad all about her wonderful, intelligent, beautiful cousin Natasha. She even pulled up pictures on her cell phone (everyone please take a moment to picture what your cell phone was like seven years ago).

From what I heard, Chad was polite, but not interested. That didn’t stop Amy. She proceeded to tell him my life story about 3 times, all while calling me and trying to convince me to meet them somewhere after trivia so he could see for himself what a catch I was.

I wasn’t having it either. Why on earth did I want to meet another guy? I had enough frustration and heartache and right then I was focusing on me. (Actually, at that present moment I was focusing on a Long Island Iced Tea with my bff Jacqueline).

Long story short, Amy wouldn’t give up. After hours of desperation, she finally left this message with Chad. “Look. I think you’re making a mistake by not calling her, but I guess that’s out of my hands. Here is her phone number. The ball is now in your court.”

Or something like that. I’m sure she was probably a little more threatening, but again, I wasn’t there.

About two weeks later I heard from the mysterious Chad. He likes to tell the story that it just kept creeping into his mind. That he would stare at my number scrawled on a piece of paper and had this overwhelming feeling that he needed to call me. I’m not sure if that’s the truth, but I’m telling you ladies, it’s a nice touch.

Neither one of us were looking for a relationship, and I think that’s the first thing we both blurted out before even introducing ourselves and verifying our correct names.

But he was fun to talk to. So fun, in fact, that we talked almost daily for about a month before we decided to meet in person. No pressure, of course.

The night we met has its own realm of humor, but it is one that I will never forget. The minute I saw him walk into the room, I knew exactly what he meant when he told me about that overwhelming feeling. I had it then, too. (And don’t be gross, people. Don’t ruin the mood here. I’m trying to create the memory for you guys and all I can hear are your perverted jokes. Way to go).

We’ve been together ever since.

It hasn’t always been easy. In fact, some days are quite difficult.

But I love him. He’s my soul mate. (He’s also my swole mate. We’ve been working out).

I think sometimes it proves that we will find exactly what or who it is that we need when we least expect it. I also think sometimes we just need to shut up and get out of our heads and listen to those around us who may know us a little better than we give them credit for sometimes.

They might just be the cheerleader we need. Or, the matchmaker.

Thank you, Amy.

A Matchmaker Made in Iowa

(Pictured: me and Amy at my bachelorette party, celebrating my last night as a single woman before marrying the Chad mentioned above).



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    Tamara hook

    August 31, 2016




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