Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Memorable Blind Date (sort of)

Mama Kat 's up for yet another writer's challenge . This week's choices left me hanging a bit. But then I decided to follow Mama Kat 's lead and modify the prompt a bit. Mama said:
1.) Tell us about a memorable blind date.
2.) Other than the birth of a child or your wedding, write about a joyous moment.
3.) Write about one of the most difficult decisions you have made in your life.
4.) Share the best picture you took last month and explain why it's your favorite

But all of these prompts left me in a quandary. So I decided to write about the nearest thing to a blind date I have ever been on. (Coincidentally, it is also one of those joyous moments that formed another prompt.)

The Prelude:
I was an antisocial brainiac nerd in high school. Being huge, a football player, outspoken, smart, and an egotist conspired to make me one of the least popular people amidst my peers. Even so, I did some dating, just not a lot. Sophomore year of high school, a really neat girl moved to the area and was assigned to the seat beside me in biology class. Over the course of the next few weeks I became smitten with her. She was beautiful and smart and fun and ... So I finally ramped up my courage and asked her out for a Friday night. I was planning to attend the school play with her.

When I asked, she immediately told me no, she couldn't go out then because her grand parents were visiting. Ok, a minor shoot down. I could live with that. But then on the Friday night in question she shows up at the play sans grand parents, making it real clear I was snubbed. We didn't really speak to each other much after that. At least not for the next few years. We both dated other people, but saw each other in classes and in church group.

The Blind Date:
Senior year, just before Halloween, I got invited to a big Halloween party being held in a country barn by some classmates. Given the description of my popularity above, such invites were not a common occurrence in my life. I figured that something must be up, but wasn't sure what it could be.

And then she, the neat girl from above, talked to me. It was clear that she was hoping I was going to attend. So I said yes and along with my lifelong friend G (mentioned here) attended the party. I spent most of the evening talking to the girl in question. It was clear we both were entranced and felt something growing. After the party was over, I convinced her to go driving the streets with me and G (or it may have been she convinced me - I was in an euphoric cloud and don't remember). G was the perfect wingman, driving us all around while we talked and talked. (And in looking back on it, I owe G. a lot for being so nice that night.) The upshot was that the evening had become somewhat of a blind date.

The Aftermath:
The next week she and I went out on our first official date. We survived the flashing of the porch lights by her dad as we sat and talked for hours past her curfew. We became a couple. We dated and saw each other and fell deeper and deeper in love. We survived the separation of attending colleges thousands of miles apart and attempts to break up and ... That was 36 years ago and we have now been married  for 33+ years. G. was one of my groomsmen when we got married. Yes, that's right. The girl who shot me down, snubbed me, and was the object of mutual avoidance for several years is my lovely wife L. All goes to show that first attempts don't mean everything. And that love can win out.

P.S. The answer to yesterday's question is have a birthday. May 22 is the day with the lowest birth rate in the United States.


  1. absolutely adorable! congrats on 33 wonderful years!

  2. Now that was one of the most beautiful love stories I've ever heard. I thoroughly enjoyed it! :)

  3. That is beyond sweet. I can't wait to tell the story of how Hubbers and I met to our child and perhaps future children.

  4. Hi Dan ---Thanks for the comments on my blog. You mentioned liking my cow logo. Thank you. And, yes, being both an artist and a cow lover, I did notice your Picasso cow at the top of your blog as well as your logo which is somewhat reminiscent of Grant Wood's "American Gothic." You might be interested in my other post, The Bovine Comedy:
    It tells how I, a city slicker, had my 15 minutes of international fame as the publisher of "the MOOsletter" the cow lovers' quarterly, printing "all the MOOs that's fit to print."

  5. Found this through your comment on Miss P's blog at insertmyblognamehere - I love your story! It's so sweet, and fills me with some hope lol

    And G does certainly sound like one heck of a friend :D x


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