You do what? (Part 1)

I am a pretty impulsive person, I mean I applied for a job in Dallas on a whim and two weeks later had moved and started a new job over a 1000 miles away from anything or anyone I knew.  It was a very similar situation when I moved to Minneapolis.  I lived with one of my coworkers in Nearest Big Town and one night we got into a silly fight.  I decided it was time for me to move out.  That night I borrowed a pickup truck and moved all of my things into a storage unit.  I stayed at a friends house and the next morning drove to Minneapolis to find a job and a place to live.

I ended up renting a cute townhouse in the suburbs and got a job at a hotel up the street.  I was completely broke and slept on a pile of blankets and pillows for about three months while I saved up enough money for furniture.  I knew only a few people in Minneapolis, but they were in different places in their lives...marriage, kids, etc.

Not knowing where to meet people, I turned to the internet.  I ended up chatting with Todd, he was single and looking to meet new people as well.  We only exchanged messages for a couple hours when he told me that he was meeting up with some friends at a club and asked me if I wanted to join.  I knew the smart thing would be to say no, but my implusive nature took over and I said yes.  Todd picked me up an hour later and we hit if off right away, there wasn't any pressure.  When we arrived at the club, he introduced me to his friends and we kind of went our seperate ways.  His friends had all grown up in Minneapolis and surrounding suburbs, but they were the most "country" people I had ever met.  They liked to country line dance, go mudding, and drink beer (not the kind of people I thought I'd meet in "the big city").  I fit right in with them.  We all exchanged phone numbers and scheduled to meet at the same club the next week.  Todd drove me home, we said our goodbyes, and planned to hang out again soon.

"Soon" ended up being the next night.  Todd called me and told me that one of the friends I had met the night before was having a party and asked if I wanted to come over.  Todd picked me up and it was like we were old friends.  Our conversation flowed like we had known each other for years.  When I walked in the door of the party I recognized almost everyone there.  This close group of friends did everything together and had all been out the night before.  I was the new girl so most of the attention was on me, especially when I started teaching the group drinking games from my college days.

I was having so much fun that it took me a while to realize that Todd had left the games and was sitting in the living room with another girl.  I had no right to be jealous, I had made it very clear the night before that I wasn't looking for romance, just friends.  However, I was a little concerned because Todd had given me a ride to the party and I didn't want to ruin his mojo.  The night ended and Todd didn't think twice about putting me in the backseat, reserving the front for his new aquaintance.  It was extremely ackward but at least I got a ride home.

All I could think about while trying to sleep was Todd and how upset I was that he took another girl home.  I certainly didn't want to go home with him that night, but I had to admit to myself that I had a crush on him.  He called me the next day and apologized.  He told me that he liked the other girl before he met me, but after waking up with her beside him realized that he didn't want her anymore, he wanted to be with me.  A few weeks of dating later he was my boyfriend.