Our First Date

Throwback Thursday is one of my favorite things.  It gives me an excuse to go back and look at old pictures.  I thought it would be fun to share a throwback story with you guys.  It's one of my favorite stories.  

Our First Date.

I had just turned 18 and A was 20.  We were both in college at the University of Arkansas.  WPS! We had met the summer before at church. One day in September while enjoying some much needed retail therapy I saw A in the mall.  He worked at a cell phone booth at the time.  We exchanged that look of hey - I think I might know you.

I remember walking over to talk to him which honestly was out of character for me.  I think I was just desperate for a friend.  I was the introvertest of all introverts and was missing home.  

I don't remember what we talked about but at the end of the conversation he wrote WEAVER on a piece of paper with his phone number and I gave him my phone number.  I remember looking at that piece of paper and trying to decipher his last night which clearly I didn't know.  HAHA!

He told me he would call me. 

 I was pretty much a nervous wreck from then until the time he called.  Sitting in my door room watching TV and the phone rang.  It had to be him.  I didn't have any friends who would be calling and at that point my roommate was living with her boyfriend so no one ever called for her.

The phone rang and rang.  I didn't answer it.

I was too scared.  I didn't know what to say.  I had never really dated before.

Some time passed and the phone rang again.  And rang and rang.  For the second time I didn't answer it out of fear.

That time though I told myself that he called back I would answer.

Little did I know that at the same time he was telling his roommate that he was only calling one more time.  If I didn't answer he was giving up and moving on.

Third time's a charm.

That time when the phone rang I answered and made up some story about not answering the first two times because I was doing laundry.

We made plans for him to pick me up on Sunday.

I wore khaki pants with my shirt tucked in and a belt.  This is funny to me now because it is so not me.  And it is so not a first date outfit.  I'm not sure what possessed me to wear it.

He surprised me when he knocked on my dorm room door.  Because of the dorm security I thought he would have to call up and ask to be let in, but he sweet talked someone into letting him in.

I don't really remember any of the conversation we had that night other than the getting to know each other stuff.  I remember telling him I wanted to be a teacher.  

He opened every single door for me that night.  Something no other date had ever done for me.  He was such a gentleman.  We went to Applebee's where we shared a plate of nachos.  We didn't even really eat there.  Maybe we were both nervous.  I don't know.  I remember donating money and signing our names to a flag that they hung up on the wall.   It was right after 9/11.

After  Applebee's we went back to his apartment and hung out.  We talked and watched TV and then he drove me back to my dorm.

No kiss on that first date.  I didn't think anything about it.  I wasn't disappointed or relieved.  

I was just excited to have spent the evening hanging out with another person instead of sitting alone in my dorm room.

I think after that first date we both told people it would never go anywhere and that we would just be friends.

Glad we were wrong about that.

I only wish we had pictures from our first date.  But sadly we don't so here is a picture of us two years after our first date.  We were newly engaged and in Destin with his family.  I have no idea why I'm not smiling in this picture, but I love it.  We were so young.