My Love Story (Part 1)

Since my blog audience consists of about three people, you all already know that I got engaged a couple weeks ago! 

I wanted to blog about our story, but writing it all down in one post seemed really daunting.  So, i decided to break it up into segments.  So, I present to you... Part 1:

One night, almost two years ago, a guy I barely knew asked me to a ball.

He left me an adorably awkward voicemail.  He explained that his name was Brian and we had met the previous week while out with mutual friends.  He said he got my number from our friend Jessica and was wondering if I’d like to be his date to the Children’s Hospital Celestial ball.  His company did business with Children’s and he explained that he had two tickets and that he’d like to take me with him.

I was actually really confused by his voicemail. And pretty sure he had the wrong person.  There were two Kristens in our group the night we met.  Brian and I probably exchanged less than 10 words that evening, so I was pretty sure I was not the Kristen he intended to ask out.

I called my friend Jessica to see why she gave him my number instead of the other Kristen. She said that Brian asked her for the number of the blonde Kristen (the other Kristen was brunette). We had another blonde friend there that night… although her name wasn’t Kristen, I figured that was probably who Brian intended to ask.  I was certain he wanted the number for the blonde, or for Kristen.  Not the blonde Kristen.

This left me in an awkward situation because I had to return his call and wasn’t sure what to say.  After some thought, I decided a ball sounded fun (who doesn’t want a good excuse to dress up?).  So, I called him back and accepted his invitation.  I was still halfway convinced that he’d arrive to pick me up and realize he had the wrong girl, but I knew if he was a gentleman he wouldn’t admit that, so I thought I would have a fun night at the ball regardless.

Turns out he had the right girl, and we had a really fun night at the ball. And a few decent dates after that… but then it kind of fizzled out.  If you asked him today what he thought of the early days he would say I gave him “the big middle finger”… figuratively, of course.  But really I just thought he was taking forever to make a move and I was playing hard to get. 

So, after those 5 or so dates, we didn’t really talk for about 7 months. We awkwardly avoided each other when we crossed paths at church or with mutual friends…