How I met Tevi

I was married for about 30 seconds of my life! That tiny life lesson taught me a few things, including how to be independent AF, how to file for divorce, how to live alone and so much more, including exactly what I didn’t want in a life partner. This might be news to some, but a lot of you were right there living it up with me through my glory days when I openly talked about falling in love with planning a wedding and not the groom. The summer after I went through the big D – and I don’t mean Dallas – was one of my most memorable. It was filled with partying, running, beer carting and figuring out who the hell I was and what I should do next. This 6-month, pre-Tevi period was jam packed with total LIVE IT UP moments! I’ll share more at a later date!

I was just living it up, for real. Work, party, repeat. I was slowly doing the fitness things but mostly avoiding anything too serious and focusing on all the fun. During this time, I lived on Lake Waconia in a one-bedroom studio apartment that I slept at once. The rest of the time, I was at a new boyfriend’s house making new memories, hashtag rebound. I used the apartment as a giant closet where I did Pilates, got ready for work, stored healthy food and took a moment for myself. At the time, I was bartending and beer carting full time – while personal training for a company and shadowing a dude running his own fitness gig. Because I loved cash, I spent tons of hours at Island View Golf Club. Good thing I was there a lot because so was Tevi.

I didn’t see this guy coming “to me” at all but almost every shift I worked, he’d show up. Computer open, tall beer in hand and offering some whitty comments. I didn’t even talk to him much at first, as I was occupied and he wasn’t Mr. Chatty. But after a few weeks of him hanging around every shift, Tevi and I exchanged digits. Oh hot damn! Shit got lit after that!!! I wish I could go back and find out how many all-day text conversations we’ve had but, balls to the walls, it was nonstop. Tevi was good with words and I was smitten. But I still had a side hustle, so I was keeping it cool. Randomly, I got to keep a limo in the divorce! Early November 2010, Tevi decided we should head to Duluth, MN for a weekend get-away with a solid group of partiers from Waconia. You know we were much younger because we thought 7 of us, a few coolers, an old-school limo with one hotel room was a great idea. This little getaway changed my life.

Days before, I ended my rebound relationship and headed north single as a pringle! I felt free and ready for SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS! (This vacay really deserves its own post because we ran out of gas on 35W with more coolers than people in the car, cowboy hats and drinks in hand.) But what won me over was Tevi walked his ass up to a gas station and came back to save the day – we were OFF! Limo back bump’n “My Dick large like the chargers!” Click here for limo songs!

After a long, hung-over drive home from Duluth, I hurried home to shower and get ready. Tevi and I had plans to hang out and watch a movie. Fast forward 9 years and I’m still here: I literally never went home. I pretty much moved in that day. I cleaned out his fridge and he fell in love with me! I’m sure there are a lot more details you want to know but I’ll keep it PG13. Three weeks later I knew he was a keeper when he willingly said he’d love to come to Thanksgiving. I asked my mom if he could join me, and she said “Grandma and Grandpa will be confused, not this year.” Let me tell you, he didn’t miss Christmas and hasn’t since! Marcus has become a solid part of our family and my favorite boyfriend ever!

Only time will tell if we take this shit to the next level and actually tie the knot. Our relationship works for us, but I think after we celebrate 10 years of dating, 2 babies, 2 companies, another trip to Mexico, maybe a road trip with kids, we will have a better idea if we should make this official!