Our Story: Date Two
I knew this
would be the night. The night of the long-awaited first kiss. The week before
he had kissed me on the cheek (which, in response, I awkwardly and embarrassingly
said “thank you”!) so the next logical step was the real thing. It had been
three years since I had kissed anyone. I was equally nervous and excited about
the prospect of changing that, and hoping I still knew what I was doing. In
preparation, I went shopping with a coworker who bought me a new pair of “hot
pants” –pink and tan leopard print – hoping they would do the trick.
He planned
out the whole night, and kept everything a surprise. The night entailed several
phases, the first being dinner at his favorite pizza place in Columbus:
Rubino’s. The old fashioned diner feel was a great atmosphere to start off the
night. At this point in our relationship we had already had “the talk” about
the future, and we were in agreement that we were dating with the intention of
marriage. As we sat in the faded leather booth and ate our pepperoni pizza on a
red-and-white checkered tablecloth, I saw my future before me. I saw numerous
dates to favorite restaurants. I saw long talks centered around our likes and
dislikes. I saw the never ending soda vs. pop debate. I saw laughter over silly
expressions. I saw the joy of time spent together.
The next
phase of our date included the universal love language: Ice cream. We went to a
local favorite, Jeni’s. What makes this shop such a hit is the unique flavors.
They source locally for their ingredients to make up flavors such as bourbon salted
pecan, brown butter almond brittle, brambleberry crisp, milkiest chocolate, and
sweet cream. We each got a trio of flavors, served up in a dish with a sliver
of waffle cone. As if the milk-bottle chandeliers, chalkboard wall, and metal
The next two
phases did not go quite as planned. We attempted the browse the shelves of the
book loft, but arrived too close to closing time. Next we went to a bowling
alley, where we were told the wait was at least an hour for a lane. Determined
to turn the night around, Jesus invited me back to his house to watch a movie.
After
awkward small talk with his roommates, we settled on the couch to watch one of
our favorite comedies: Nacho Libre. As we laughed and quoted the most memorable
lines, I was secretly wishing he would put his arm around me. When the movie
ended, I feared I had missed my chance. Jesus turned on music by the artist
Kalimba and we sat on the couch and talked. When the song Tu Cabeza en mi Hombro
(Put your Head on my Shoulder) came on, Jesus shyly asked me if I wanted to
dance.
He later confessed
that when he’s around me he can’t think straight and his brain stops working,
which was evident when he couldn’t remember which hand he was supposed to hold
or which direction to move while dancing.
Sometimes, I
can read Jesus’s thoughts like an open book. This was one of those times. I
knew he was thinking about kissing me, but I also knew he wouldn’t do anything I
didn’t want him to. So I came up with a plan to un-subtly hint that I wanted
him to.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked
innocently.
“How
wonderful you are – but you are probably tired of hearing me say that…what are
you thinking about?”
“I’m
thinking…that I wish you would kiss me.”
A smile of
relief and excitement and nervousness flashed across his face. “I was thinking
the same thing!”
He gently
kissed me as Kalimba serenaded us in the background. All of my fears and
anxiety and nerves dissolved instantly. Nothing had ever felt so right. To
quote the great Tom Hanks in Sleepless in Seattle, “it was like coming home.”
Two and a
half years later, we shared our first dance as a married couple to the same
song. The first time we danced to that song, a new relationship was budding on
our horizon. We were looking forward to seeing where the Lord would take us on
our journey. Hearing Kalimba sing those words again brought back the same
emotions, only now we were looking forward to our new marriage and to the many
coming home moments we would share in the future.
Again.......mama tears
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