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January 19th of last year…
When I opened my eyes that Saturday morning, my first thought was,
He wants to meet me!
Dan is driving here this afternoon to meet me after I get off work, we’re going to a coffee shop together… What are we going to talk about? What should I wear? Is it going to be the same when we meet in person? Are we going to get along ok? Is it going to be really awkward?
I really do like him. He wants to meet me, does that mean he likes me too?
Have I accomplished anything in getting ready for work? No! Half of my wardrobe is strewn around my closet and room, I still didn’t have an outfit that matches.
(Was that the morning that I spilled my puffed cereal all over the kitchen floor?)
I’m trying to eat something for breakfast, I just don’t feel like it. I leave a note for grandma – to not expect me home until later that evening. Now my cereal is soggy!
I met our neighbor Chris in the hall as I was leaving for work. She was talking about how young and beautiful and sweet I was and how she didn’t know why the boys didn’t flock all around me. Well, I’m very thankful that I never had to deal with “the boys flocking around me”. She continued with how wonderful it was that I visited my Grandma so often. I don’t think she ever understood that I actually lived with Grandma. I think that’s when I started “giggling” I continued to have little giggle fits through out the day. I didn’t tell Chris that I was going on a date that very day.
I was going on a date!
It was a normal day at work, I was able to keep myself fairly busy. I managed not to get too nervous until about a quarter til four.
When Dan came in the store. We both said hi, smiled, and shook hands… Then I said I’d go in the back and get my coat, which I did and just left him standing there.
The drive was a little awkward, but as soon as we got our tea and were in our seats we didn’t stop talking for 5 whole hours.
We talked about our families, stories from growing up, our work… We talked about what it means for us to live for Christ and about our churches…
When we were parting in the parking lot, I was wondering what would come next. I really liked Dan and wanted to see him again. Then he asked me if he could call me sometimes. I must have said “yes” because he did. 
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