I'm All Yours, If You're All Mine

Hi guys,
So, every couple has their song, right? Well, I don't know if Nick and I have officially decided on a song, but I know the closest thing to it, and I want to share it with you. We listen to this song when we're driving in the sun, or laying in bed holding each other, and sometimes we listen to it on our own. I have always felt that it was made specifically for the two of us. The soft, romantic melody is the perfect love song. It describes the relationship between us better than anything else. Whenever we are having a hard time, I listen to "I Don't Mind" by Defeater, and I remember that we are going to do everything in our power to be together forever. True love struggles with trials and obstacles. We have to jump hurdles and surpass every difficulty thrown our way. In time, though, everything will be right. Life is not always perfect, but as long as I have my baby's hand to hold, I know that he and I can make it through anything. I hope you all enjoy this song as much as I do. What is your favorite love song??

XOXO, Bri

Playing Games

It's going to be a short post today, guys! I just recently re-watched the movie "Play the Game," and I definitely recommend it! It's a great story about, you guessed it, playing the game of love. It's funny enough that, even though its a chick flick, my boyfriend actually enjoyed it. It's much more than a comedy, though. It tells the tale of different perspectives on love and the games we play to try to win another person's heart.

In my personal opinion, it's worth watching as a reminder of what not to do. Of course, we all have our own theories of what works and what doesn't, when to tease and trick and when not to, and when to say it straight or to play hardball. Sometimes, playing with the other person's emotions will not pull them closer, but will push them away. First, be honest with yourself about how you feel, and then decide how you want to go about winning over that person you so desire.

Check out this link for more info on the movie!

Happy Monday! 
Bri

Disregard Your "Types"

Hi again!
When I first saw Nick, the reason I was so attracted to him was because he was the first guy I saw in my new college town who actually looked to be my type. He looked like the type of guy I was in to. I liked guys in bands, who played guitars, and had tattoos. I liked skater boys with lip rings. I liked boys who listened to punk and hardcore music. At least, that's what I thought I liked. I thought boys like that were "my type." Nick dressed like that. He dressed like a skater boy, and that is most definitely why I was swooning so hard. As it turns out, Nick's personality does not match his style.
My boy is a redneck, through and through. Born in the suburbs, he actually has a sense of style, and has a lot of interests outside the stereotypical country boy activities. Regardless, he is a full-blooded redneck. If I would have known that from the beginning, I may not have ever been attracted to him.
I am from a hicktown. There is a lot of land, and not a lot of people. Everyone drives trucks, goes hunting and fishing, and listens to country music. Growing up, I hated every bit of it. I despised where I was from and couldn't wait to get out. I have grown to love that place and every aspect of it, but when I first met Nick, I still hated all of it and never would have fell for a country boy. The thing is, though, I did fall for a country boy before I even figured out that that's what he was.
Nick and I are alike in every way, but we are also very different. We have different interests. Though I have come to love where I am from and that good old small town lifestyle, I am still not sure how I let a man like that steal my heart. I always would have sworn he wasn't my type. I have come to learn, though, that just like everything exciting, true love happens outside of your comfort zone. If you have been dating guys that all fall into the same category your whole life, and none of them are working out, then stop! Try something new. Move away from your "type." Limiting your options of who you can fall in love with won't make anything any easier on you. Open the doors of your heart to new faces. I promise you'll surprise yourself! 
Bri

Fighting For a Guy. The Right Guy.

Hello friends,
In my last post, I mentioned how I had to fight for him for months. That is no exaggeration. It was not easy to finally be able to call him my boyfriend. The night we met was in August 2011, we didn't start dating until February 2012. Six months! It took six whole months for everything to fall into place. This goes to show two things.
One. Never rush matters of the heart. Love does not come and go easily. You can not force it upon yourself or upon somebody else. It will fool you, trick you, play games with your mind and your spirit, it will break you and shatter you, only to build you up again. True love will take its time with you, and only succeed when you are ready. Whether you are looking for love, or falling in love, the more you try to hurry it along, the longer it will take for it to truly be perfect. Not only that, but this process is one of the most beautiful occurrences the human heart ever experiences. It hurts, sometimes, and it's never as easy as we think it will be. So, be patient and take each day as it comes.
Two. Many girls think that they deserve to be fought for; that they should be waited on hand and foot by the right man. In some ways, yes, we women do deserve that, but only as much as our men do. The thing about guys is, their brains don not operate the same way as ours. It is as simple as that. They are unable to see things the way we do. Sometimes, they forgot how important the "little things" are to us. Sometimes, they try to stop themselves from falling in love. This is what happened to me. I knew Nick loved me, but he was unsure about dating again, so it wasn't easy for our relationship to really come into full bloom. I never let up, though. There were times when I would go for quite awhile without contacting him, and other periods of time when I would show up at his house every night. I knew that I wanted him. I knew in my heart, this was they boy for me, so I refused to give up. I did everything in my power to win that boy. So girls, don't be afraid to fight. Don't be afraid to go all out if it's what you truly want. You're going to skin a few knees and shed a few tears, but if he's truly the right man for you, it will be worth it.

"you deserve flowers on your doorstep

and coffee in the morning

you deserve notes left on your dashboard

and ice cream sundaes at 3am

you deserve honesty every day

and to be kissed every hour

you deserve to be reminded

how beautiful you are"   -unknown

I can promise you this, if it's the right guy that you're fighting for, when you finally win him over, you will be rewarded with the most amazing love. Never, ever give up on true love, and it will never give up on you.

Bri<3

Fate Strikes Again

My whole life, I did not believe in love. Not at all. I was completely cynical about the idea of it. I thought that everyone who believed in stories of first kisses like magic and first loves like fairytales, were ignorant and naiive. My future goals involved living in a city, alone; no family, no soul mate, nothing. I didn't believe that one person could truly be in love with another person for their whole life. The notion seemed absurd to me. As life would have it, however, I couldn't get this kid off my mind.

Over a week had gone by, and I began talking to another guy. It was nothing serious, but we were interested enough in each other. I liked him, but not the way I liked Nick. No matter how much I tried to forget Nick, I couldn't. It was a fluke, I told myself. I didn't love him. How could I love him if I didn't even believe love existed? I tried as hard as I could to push everything I felt that night to the back of my mind. So, I hung out with this other kid a few times, and I knew how much he liked me. Finally, a little over two weeks after the last time I saw Nick, the second guy and I went to a party together. As soon as we get through the door, in the crowd of hundreds of drunk college kids, the first person I see- really see-is Nick. Are you kidding me? I thought that I had talked myself into being over him, and I was actually starting to like the guy I brought to the party. As soon as we got inside, I told the guy, and my friends to go find the keg, I was going to the bathroom, and would catch up. 

They turned their backs not a moment too soon. Nick was there, face-to-face, with me. I was so insanely happy to see him, but I hid it as best I could. I simply said, " Hey, I'm here with another guy, so don't do anything weird."

He only looked at me and asked, "Like this?" He grabbed my face- with a certain amount of force that made it feel so passionate, but gentle enough that I suddenly felt as if we were the only two people in the crowded house- and he kissed me, hard. That was our first kiss- drunk, hurried, lustful. It was perfect. After that, we were very casual the rest of the night, sometimes sneaking away to the backyard together to talk privately, and other times, leaving each other with our own groups of friends.

Later that night, I slowly, but surely ditched the other boy. I only felt a little bit bad, which may have been wrong, but I couldn't have been more thrilled. Nick and I finally ended up exchanging numbers and figuring out each other's last names. We spent a lot of alone time together, and planned to meet up again soon. I was scared that he would leave it at that, so I made him promise to text me the next day, and he did. After that, though, it wasn't easy. I had to fight for him for months.

I loved him more than I could ever have the proper words for, but I had no way of knowing how he really felt towards me. The next few months were absolutely amazing, but so painfully difficult at the same time. Through it all, we fell into the most amazing, strong, and beautiful love I have ever known to exist.

Stay tuned! Bri