Friday, 19 August 2011

• Perfect Meeting Place

  

  (The flowers he got me on our second Valentine's Eve date)

  
  This post is in response to this post. In a nutshell, the writer tells a story about how his friend's parents me and then asks what the most popular place to meet someone is/where you met your boyfriend/girlfriend. Well, I didn't really meet my boyfriend in a very popular place, and it's kind of a long story that's really confusing if you try to condense it. So, Here's the story:

  I met my boyfriend at church. Yes, church.
  
  My family was in the process of switching churches and it was my first time at this church's youth group, so the youth pastor was introducing me to everyone. When he got to *John he said,

  "And this is John. [pause] Don't give him your number. He'll call you in the middle of church."

   

  I kind of giggled, and John smiled. I was still in a relationship with my now ex. And John was in a relationship with his now ex. But, from the first time I met him (this is going to sound really cheesy and straight out of the movies) I kind of new that he and I would be together someday. My family decided on the church John went to (not because he went to it, but it was our personal favorite out of the others we had visited.

  
  Through the half year that John and I were still in our other relationships we didn't really talk much. We were assigned to work at the same station for our church's summer fun fair, and we were both pretty excited about it. And anytime that we were ever assigned to do something together we were really excited.

  
  Then, in December, I broke up with my boyfriend. It just wasn't working. Our relationship was causing strains on other important relationships in my life. A week later, not knowing that I had broken up with *Dude (that's what one of my friends calls any guy he doesn't like, and my boyfriend at the time was Dude), he started talking to me on Facebook. We started out just talking about normal small talk things.
  
  Then we started getting into the bigger and deeper conversations. He started telling me about how he was thinking about breaking up with his girlfriend because their morals didn't match, and other reasons. I was there for him, and I told him to do what he thought God would want him to do (secretly hoping that they would break up). We said our good-byes and went on with our days. A couple days later we were talking on Facebook again, and he told me that he broke up with his girlfriend. I said the normal comforting break-up things, but inside I was fist pumping and saying YESSSS!!! (John said he did the same thing when he found out I was single).

  
  We continued talking on Facebook and in person at church. Then we started texting, and calling. We would literally stay up all hours of the night talking (I remember one time staying up until 4 in the morning talking to him).

  
  Then, on a Sunday night in February (the 8th I believe), he was acting strange at church, kind of like he wanted to ask me something. He never did ask me at church. When I got home, I immediately got on Facebook, and sure enough, he was online too. (seriously. that's how much we talk) We were just talking and then he said, "I wanted to ask you something at church, but you were always talking to other people, going from one conversation to the next." (not word for word) I told him that he could ask me on Facebook. He was hesitant, but then he finally asked me,

  
  "Will you go out with me this Friday night?"

  
  I kind of just stared at the screen, eyes WIDE open. What? I kind of figured that THAT was what he was going to ask me, but I was still in complete shock when I

  actually read those words.

  
  I showed my mom the screen. She gave me a look of approval and said, "Say yes." So I did. He then asked if he could come over and talk to my dad about it, which I thought was very sweet. He came over the next night to ask my dad if he could take me out on a date. My dad of course said yes. We went on our first date on Friday, February 13, 2009. It started out with him showing up at my house with a Daisy. (He had asked my sister what my favorite flower was so he could surprise me. We went to Don Pablos for dinner (probably our favorite restaurant and then ice skating.)
  
  I may have fallen, and he may have tried to catch me. It didn't really work thought because I still ended up with a bruised bum. I also have scars on my shins and the tops of my feet from blisters that I got from the skates. And it is now a tradition of ours to celebrate V-Day on the 13th instead of the 14th.

  
  Our first kiss took place in April (on our second big date), but that is another story (equally as beautiful). And then on July 18th (exactly one month before I had to leave for school) he asked me if I would be his girlfriend (it took us 5 months because my parents didn't want me to be in a relationship when I was just starting out at school. "there are other fish in the sea" "what if you find someone better". They finally caved. haha). NOW, it has been almost 2 years and we are still madly in love with each other, and planning on getting married in the future (hopefully near future, fingers crossed!).
  
  Have you ever had a similar experience?

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