Welcome to the Oilfield Romantic.

Okay. You've seen people talking about this little blog. You've seen my posts all over facebook about new chapters every few days.  You've seen people's comments talking about how addicted or obsessed they are with reading this.

Read through it from the beginning. Right here. Right now.  It might take you a couple of sittings, but you'll get through it.  You might even become a follower, and if you decide to participate in feedback, you might even become a true Oilfield Romantic.

Something in this is going to strike a chord within you. You're going to feel it. 

Don't be afraid to feel. It's how you know you're still alive. 

If you're not the least bit afraid of getting hurt, you have a serious problem.

This is the first attempt at spilling my guts to the general public, or to whoever may be unfortunate enough to stumble across this URL.

My name is Gregory.  I'm a huge success, if you ask most people. I've done so many wonderful things, and have been to many interesting places.  I am a genuinely good person, and a very loyal friend. I'm smart, talented, and charming. This is only if you ask most people.

If you ask me, I'd tell you that I'm just another guy, trying to find something in life.  I tend to trust too much and give too much.  In the end, I'm almost always disappointed. But for some reason, I never seem to learn.  No matter how many times I'm disillusioned, no matter how many people turn out to be exactly what I expected, I never stop trusting people.

If you ask me, I don't deserve what I have. I've hurt one too many people to deserve any of this.  I'm a failure, I'm not good enough, not smart enough, not strong enough, not talented enough. In case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty hard on myself.

I'm an oilfield romantic. I believe in love, but I'm not quite so sure that it believes in me.
The oilfield doesn't let me down. I know what to expect. And if it doesn't turn out for me, it's because I did something wrong. And I can bank on that.

I'll be giving this blog address to a very select group of people. I want you to know who I really am, which I think might be good for me.

I'm not sure what I'm looking for exactly. I might be looking for where I belong. I might be searching for whatever it is that's missing from my life. This might be a purpose, or a girl, or the perfect sunset in North Dakota.

You'll be the first to know when I've found whatever it is.

The Oilfield Romantic