As broken as I was, I took some positive steps in my life. I gave up on nursing school-I was not cut out for it, not even a little bit. I began communications courses instead...I wasn't sure what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I knew I liked communicating. I got a 'real' job (after about 2 years of waitressing jobs) doing bank processing, one with benefits and a 401K...my hours were 12PMto 8PM so I could still PAR-TAY without affecting work. I moved back home and started saving some money, paying off some bills and trying to grow-up a bit. When I hit the final relationship/partying/bar scene bottom...I even began to change my dating/clubbing habits.
So now I was the new single girl at work and everyone wanted to fix me up with someone. I was not interested. I was trying to really look for someone who was a nice guy-not to marry, I had long given up on that fairy tale-just a nice guy to date. My ducks were almost in a row, I was almost passing for normal. I had hardly any friends left, by choice. One of my good friend's cousin, Beth, became someone I was hanging out with alot. She and her husband, Pete, had one daughter, Kirsten. I became smitten with their family and the life they had. Kirsten was a lovely toddler that was very picky about who she liked and she liked me. Beth and I developed a very strong friendship. She was teaching me how to be a wife and mom, though at the time it was all subconscious. I had developed a pattern of going to their house a few nights a week after work. One night, I arrived at their house after work and there was a Harley on the carport. My sister and her husband had a Harley and I just loved it when he took me for a ride every so often. I had worked with a guy when I was about 17 who took me for motorcycle rides and began my love for them...even though he rode me over the Brookport Bridge on it. I was in a state of shock thinking about Pete getting a motorcycle. When I came into the house teasing him about his cool factor going up...I was met with a guest who was the owner. He was also the owner of some pretty awesome dimples. He asked me if I wanted to go for a ride.