My German Valentine

It's no secret that every little girl dreams about her first real valentine: the Notebook-Esc kissing in the rain even though one of you is married yet it's so incredibly romantic-like Valentine. Or the Sandra Bullock (insert any movie) happy-endings, where guy pines for girl, girl blows off guy, guy finally woos her over some gigantic gesture. While all of these romantic movies are adorable and fit in well over some strong martinis and girl night-time, it's not how most of us live our everyday. Most of us like a well cooked meal by the man we love, good wine (too much wine) and some good hang out time. Because at the end of the day, and when you really love someone, all you want is to be around and hang out with that person-and that's exactly how I spent my perfect German Valentine.

Recipe

Scattered Night Pasta

For two people who enjoy working out and crossfitting, we are not one to select pasta as a dinner of choice. Yet, when Justin suggested we make a pasta, my immediate reaction was "YES! With basil and goat cheese please!" After a funky day, lots of studying, the fall out of calling in sick...the two of us needed a delightful and comforting meal. Pasta it is!

Recipe

1. Bag of penne pasta
2. container of cherry tomatoes 
3. bushel of basil
4. container of goat cheese
5. too much butter, olive oil, salt and pepper
6. Shredded rotisserie chicken (pre-cooked) 
7. Two cloves of garlic 

Basically, cook pasta in a pot until al dente. Sauté tomatoes, basil, garlic, oil, salt, pepper and garlic in a pan. Then throw pasta and container of goat cheese into sauce pan, add chicken last minute and vuala! Delicious pasta dish is served. 

*Footnote: should only be enjoyed after a massive WOD (Justin's bruises can contest) or prior to a 5 am WOD (which Megan has sworn to attend the day following). 

It didn't work out....

It took me a year and a half to notice this man, and about fifteen minutes to fall in love with him. Our story is unique and I'm not sure we'll ever know the real details, but I imagine it went something like this: My Mom had a few glasses of wine with her co-worker, Justin's Mom. My Mom and her Mom talk about how great their kids are but just can't meet the right guy/girl. Drinks flow, brilliant idea sets in....BAM we're set up on a blind date. How'd it pan out you ask? Horribly. It wan't the worst encounter to date, (pun intended) but it certainly was devoid of emotion; neither of us were ready to be on a proper date.

Over a year and a half later I notice a guy on my newsfeed blowing up my Facebook wall with pictures of Crossfit and his adorable, yet awkward sitting, dog Hildi. Naturally, my curiosity got the best of me and I sent a "hello stranger, how you been" message. Who could have anticipated our reunion dinner would go so fabulously. We ate food truck deliciousness and had drinks at a trendy bar in the Mission.

I told the man I had no interest in dating, I accidentally split my pants while trying to show him my Crossfit squat, and with all my might, prayed the date wouldn't end. He kissed me on the cheek, put me in the cab, and wished me well. After a long heart to heart with my cab driver on the way home, I realized that was not only one of the best dates I'd been on in a while, but I actually liked this guy....like a lot. I called him up, invited him to Super Bowl the next Sunday and that's when I knew....this guy rocked my world.