I first came across the name “G” in my email’s inbox. As contact person for our church’s 20-something’s Bible study group, House, G had requested information on learning more about the group. I sent my little happy blurb about our friends and where he could join us for Bible study, and wouldn’t you know the next week in walks this blue-eyed, Clark Kent look-alike.
Over the next few months there were countless studies, dinners, and gatherings that allowed for me to watch and listen to G and witness his character. It was obvious how strong and confident he is in his actions and the type of influence he has on those around him. He is the type of person who demands respect, yet has a kind and reserved spirit. He is a good man.
So, it was easy to fall for him.
But I wasn’t sure of his feelings for me. Was I just a good friend to venture to car shows with and laugh with at parties or was I a bit more? I decided to try my cards and find out.
G’s parents were out of town one weekend and I was lucky enough to be allowed my parents’ Corvette to drive for a friend’s wedding. Knowing how much G would coo over the car, I offered to pick him up and take him to church in style Sunday morning. We cruised around town, him going over all the mechanics of the car, until I dropped him back off at his house. Then, before he exited the Vette (and forgot his lunch leftovers in the passenger seat), he asked me if he could take me on a date “just one on one” sometime. I smiled and nodded. We didn’t define any actual day or time, but I did find out his feelings for me.
I zipped away laughing to myself.
And the funnier part? The date turned out to be that evening! Neither of us had plans and the weather was absolutely perfect, so we went for a hike at Grand Mere State Park. It was G’s idea; after witnessing months of me wearing professional clothes to our Bible studies and always seeming to be so put together, G wanted to be sure I wasn’t too “prissy” for his ol’ country boy ways and could handle getting sweaty in the great outdoors. He says it was a great surprise when I got out on the dunes, t-shirt and ponytail, and never complained about the heat or miles we hiked. We spent hours talking and laughing, and I fell even harder that evening.
And the rest is history…