2014: “First I saw your eyes, and then I worked my way down.” To this day, one of the best lines I have received. It was the summer of 2014, and I was out with a big group of friends seeing an 80s band at an outdoors event. I split off to go exploring and happened upon four super attractive men. We immediately hit it off. All of us, but one in particular was the most interested and interesting. Ah, The Farmer. They were traveling through, headed to Frontier Days in Wyoming. Destiny. Fate. Timing. All the things.

We kept in touch and every year, he would come through town. We would talk about how we could move his farms to Colorado, obviously joking, but both wishing we could figure out a path to one another.

Note to self: enjoy the journey, because farms can’t be moved.

Our experiences were movie-esque. The build up knowing he was coming to town. Showing up with my heart racing in the lobby of his hotel. The best experiences, from running in the rain from bar to bar to being whisked around downtown in one of the bike carts, to long walks catching up. I think it was 5 or 6 summers in a row that he came to town.

I feel like I am in a Nicholas Sparks novel as I recount the days of The Farmer. It’s now been years and I wonder if he settled down. If he ever comes to town. So, what’s the takeaway? The lesson? I think it’s to always be open to the possibility and break off from the group sometimes. XO