I love to ride. Everthing from horses to motorcycles. I love movies, but I don't watch much TV at all. I usually have my daughter on the weekends and always enjoy the little time I have with her. I enjoy intuition studies, and anything involving spirituality and the mysteries of life.

Let me tell you a little more about myself.
I was born in Nebraska to a Father that was Military retired and a Mother who was almost twenty years younger than him. I was the kid who sat back and analyzed my world around me. When boys were playing with their G.I. Joes, I was at the local truck stop having conversations about places visited and the occasional dirty joke or two. When I became a teen I started to get a lot more sociable. Looking back, not the best decisions I have made. I became a street racer with a bad habit of slamming Lord Calvert as a thirst quencher. I left that lifestyle by moving around to many different areas of the region I had known. Fort Collins was not the best place to change my life. I bought a crotch-rocket and began to explore all the clubs that were available to me. It wasn't good having a roommate that was assistant manager to the hottest club in town. There were usually a line of people backed up to the corner of the block and all I had to do was walk right in. it made me feel like a V.I.P. After too many nights of $200 liquor bills and the excruciating hangovers, I knew I needed to find myself. I moved back to my hometown where I started to read, learn more about computers and get more in touch of who I really was. I decided to sell everything I owned and travel the world. A month before I was to travel to New Zealand, I met a woman that changed my life. A young woman who had a crush on me invited me to her house for a party. I was reluctant, but I went anyways. As I was trying to ignore a drunken man making an ass out of himself, she walked in. It was the roommate, Misty. She had striking golden blond hair and blue eyes that could hypnotize you into believing that there was no color more magnificent. She had a boyfriend and I was dealing with the feelings of these mixed emotions. As days went by, I was ready to explore the life ahead of me. One night as I was making some plans on my laptop, I got a disturbing call. Misty was Type 1 Diabetic and could not reach her roommate or boyfriend on the phone. She was hitting a low, and needed someone to be there to make sure she didn’t bottom out. She told me her roommate had my phone number on the refrigerator and she believed that I could at least monitor her for awhile. I drove over immediately and sat with her until her sugar levels were ok. We talked for hours. I left early that morning with feelings I didn’t want to have. I was planning a major life change and here I was falling for a woman who may not even feel the same. A couple of days go by and I ran into Misty and her roommate at a local Café. As I was sitting across from them in a booth, I fell hard for Misty. She was staring out at the night sky as if she were lost in a dream. She never looked more beautiful to me. One night I received another phone call. It was Misty. She asked me if I was bored, and if I would come over and help her paint her kitchen. At first, I was a little cautious. Was she just trying to use me, or did she want to get to know me better. Anyways, I drove over and started painting. Before I knew it we were in an embracing hug. Without going into too much more, we were married in February of 2002. We moved to Casper, Wyoming and I became a Harley-Davidson Technician. After two miscarriages, we believed we could not have children. Her doctor told her that if she were to try to go to full term with a child, it could kill them both. Then it happened, she was pregnant again. During labor, everyone was concerned of what would happen. While I was standing next to my wife, I heard the most beautiful sound I could. It was my daughter crying. She was born premature, but they both were alive. After a few hours, I went home to shower and get a couple hours of sleep. As I was standing in the shower, I received a call. (Yes, I carried the phone with me.) It was my mother-in-law. She told me that my daughter wasn’t breathing right and they were going to fly her to Denver’s Children’s Hospital. I broke down right there. I laid there in the shower curled up, and crying like I had never before. Praying and hoping God would take me in her place. I rushed to the hospital. As I was walking up to the room, my mother-in-law met me and told me to gather some things so that I could fly with my daughter to Denver. As I was packing, I realized that I have never flown before. But my fears were not going to stop me from going with her. We boarded a Leer jet out of Casper in the middle of winter. There was at least a good 8 inches of snow on the runway. As the pilot throttle up and we took off, the jet slid sideways back and forth. My butt was puckered so tight. We arrived in the same conditions. They rushed us to the hospital and were able to get her stable. There wasn’t a single visiting hour I wasn’t there. It was odd that before I would visit her, I would brush my teeth, fix my hair, and try to look as good as I could. It was like I was going on my first date. I don’t think I brushed my teeth so many times in one day. I nurses let me feed her and change her. I loved it. It was still sad to look at such a beautiful baby with so many tubes and wires coming off of her. She would be ok.

As time went by, I loved being a father. We moved to Cody, Wyoming and there was where my life changed again. My wife was telling me that she thought she had gotten married too young in her life. And then came the supposedly comforting words from her mouth: I still Love you. You can do so much better than me. You are the best man that I’ve known. Apparently that was to get me by. She moved to another town in the armpit of Wyoming and her Mom and she filed for divorce. It was so hard for me to be so far away from my daughter. So I moved here. And after being here for a year and a half, the only thing I love is being able to have my daughter every weekend. I now only drink beer on occasion and I hate the bar scene. I am only interested in making my life beautiful, not dark..

Now I am here peddling myself online, hoping to find a woman who is as genuine and loving as I strive to be.

Is this too much? Let me know

Sincerely, Jason   Send me a message!

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