Sometimes it takes a long time to get over someone.
I first noticed Christian at my gym two years before I actually met him. He was tall, fit, and had a quiet bearing. Apparently, he had noticed me too, but neither of us did anything about it for two years. In the spring of 2004, I walked into the back room of the gym to stretch and there he was sitting on the floor doing ab work. We were alone … and then he spoke, “You do yoga, right?” A conversation ensued. We goaded each other to take the weight-lifting class beginning in the studio – unbeknownst to me, that would make it his third hour in the gym for the day. He asked me out to dinner after the class. I was hooked.
So what’s wrong with that, you may ask? Well, that evening I found out that he was a lieutenant in the National Guard. No problem, I had dated a “weekend warrior” before. On our third date, as we walked to our table at a local restaurant, a woman who knew him said, “So will you be shipping out too?” I had heard rumors that the local guard troop may be deploying to Iraq, but I was in denial that this may mean that Christian would ship out, too. The same week that he learned of his deployment, I was offered a job on the East Coast (I was living in the West at the time). Christian encouraged me to take the job, even though we were both so deeply in love with each other, he said that we could make the relationship work no matter where I was.