Colorado Mountain Passes

Wow, that sounds like a junior-high girl's note I might have confiscated last year.

It really was something. The most recent Day in History post recounted the tale of the Date of Destiny. Let me begin the story there.

So, I left the Date of Destiny, talked with Husband till I got to Center Hill (2 hours away) at 2am, slept till noon, and spent that day chatting with Grandma and Papa, writing in a journal, eating, and watching TV. A great, relaxing Center Hill day.

I had Husband on my mind. Part of the conversation the night before included a DTR...even better, Husband introduced the topic.

I'd had a bad habit of rushing guys. But remember, I was ready to move on, move to Pennsylvania, escape boys and the inevitable heartbreak...or heart-confusion...they always caused me. Nobody was more shocked than I when Husband initiated this DTR!!!

Well, Husband emailed me every day in the intervening two weeks. I was busy settling into my new apartment, my new job, new school, new life, but always found time to email back to him. He wrote a lot about what God was teaching him in his spiritual life, which is not exactly cocktail-party chitchat.

So, on 21 August last year, we spent practically all day on the phone. I had a cell, so it was free, and it was a lot of fun. We have great conversational chemistry. Eventually, the conversation trickled around to men and women, and I finally said, "Look, if your intent in this daily email business is not to make me think about you and like you, then stop emailing me. Don't play with me!"

There was a ten-second pause, and he started doodling and hemming and hawing. I was so afraid he'd end up like ever other dude in my life and say, "No, I'm sorry, this won't work" and then our friendship would be over and weird and awkward. But he finally said "Will you please be my girlfriend?" and my breathing restarted and so did my pulse and I was able to think again.

Now, for me, this was amazing. I'd not had any special guy involved in my life that was totally self-motivated in his pursuit of me. And I've gotta say, it felt pretty nice. I was amazed.

But I didn't give my answer till later. I wanted to be sure, and keep from playing with him, just as I'd insisted he refrain from treating me as a toy.