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I grew up in the age of Disney princesses. When I was 5, my Dad took me on a date to see The Little Mermaid. I still remember sitting on his lap the whole time, so excited for the “new” Disney princess. Because of this (at least partially), I believe in happily ever after.


Don’t all great love stories begin with Once Upon a Time…

Mine begins with Once Upon a Reality…

For our first date, J and I decided to just meet for dinner. I LOVED this idea! If it was a terrible date, I could suffer through an hour with anyone. I got there a few minutes before him and sat on the bench reading a book and waiting. Luckily for me, it was a day I felt like my hair had done what I wanted and I was happy with my outfit- one of those where you walk out the door feeling like you look good. (Had to be a good indication about what was to come). Mind you, I was a bit apprehensive about this date, mostly because I had been out on a couple of really awful dates the previous week. From the moment I met J, I was enthralled by him. Our conversation didn’t stop the entire meal. He was so attractive, funny, a little sarcastic, motivated. He met my basic requirements (has a real job, a college education, active in church and doesn’t live with mom and dad). He was passionate about things I’m passionate about (especially the Utes) and when he talked about his daughter, I could feel the love and devotion pouring from him. He had opinions and reasons behind why he thought the way he did.

I hadn’t had a conversation this easy in, I don’t know, ever.

After dinner was over, we just sat and talked; and talked some more. We talked until our waitress had asked us multiple times if we needed anything else. As we were walking out the door of the restaurant, J turned to me and asked if I had any other plans that night or if I was interested in spending some more time with him.

Maybe I should have been coy, or played hard to get but I didn’t care. I wanted to spend as much time with this man as possible. Of course I told him I would love to do something else.

We decided to drive up the canyon to Silver Lake and walk around. It gave us an opportunity to continue our conversation without the distractions of a noisy restaurant or a waitress. I followed him to his house to leave my car and then (trusting girl that I am), got in his car to go up the canyon. The conversation only stopped for the 10 minute drive to his house.

As we walked around the lake, I had to fight the urge to hold his hand just to be closer to him. We sat on a bench and talked until it started to get dark. Nothing was off limits- we discussed our jobs, hobbies, ex-spouses; religion and politics. We shared spiritual experiences and heart break. It was unbelievable to be able to talk about anything on a first date. I had to keep reminding myself I had only met this man a couple of hours before. How could it be like this? How could it be SO easy without any games, drama or coyness?

As the sun started setting, our conversation was still in full swing. J, being the sweet guy he is, asked if I wanted to keep talking and he would make us dessert. Again, I was going to spend as much time with him as I could, so I readily agreed.

(Trusting guy that he is)- We went back to his house where I sat at the counter and he made cookies. The conversation never faltered and his cookies were amazing! We talked and talked until it was 1:00 in the morning (on a Tuesday). He had to be up at 5 and I was leaving for Lake Powell the next morning so we reluctantly decided it was time for this date to end. We had been talking for more than 5 hours straight! Holy moly, that was a long conversation but it didn’t feel like it was over.

As cheesy as it sounds (and probably is), it felt like just the beginning.

I got in my car with a huge smile on my face and couldn’t stop grinning. I had to talk to someone about him (I am a girl, after all) so I called Kristen and gushed about what an amazing man is was. I was so humbled to know there were guys like him out there- guys that want the same things I do and are working towards those kinds of goals. I was also humbled that he wasn’t overwhelmed by me or intimidated by me. In fact, he was acting rather interested in me. Me!

Still at this moment, as I think back to our first date my heart flutters a little. Thinking about him makes my heart flutter.


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