Flashback Worst Date Ever!

I find myself at this moment sitting in a coffee shop in Rochester Hills waiting for a young friend of mine to show up. We made this coffee date last week and I am super excited to catch up with her.

Walking into this shop, I felt a strange sense of dread and I had an uncomfortable ache grow inside me. Suddenly, it hit me. I went on one of the worst dates ever in this exact coffee shop.

From where I am sitting, I can see the table where I awkwardly sat for an hour and a half on that fateful night. (an hour and twenty nine minutes too long for that particular date)

***Cue Flashback***

I should have known that night would not turn out well based on how it all began. I was attending OU and was actively involved in Campus Crusade there. I was starting to make a small group of friends and I had high hopes that this was going to be the Christian community I craved.

One night after CRU, a quieter new friend of mine (Let's call him "Bill") approached me and made reference to a previous weekend's Crusade event that we were both at. Bill kept saying how fun it was, and how we should do it again sometime. I agreed to the "fun" of the event and we parted ways for the evening.

After I arrived home, a girl-friend of mine from the group called me up. She was gushing about how happy she was that I had agreed to go out with Bill and that he had been working up the courage to ask me out for weeks.
Oops.
I quickly told her that I had no idea that Bill had asked me out, but that I am always willing to try anything once. More concrete plans were later made for a coffee date with Bill after the next CRU meeting.

Bill was so nervous. He barely said one word to me the whole ride to the Coffee Shop (I had to drive by the way), and when the Coffee girl asked whether we our orders were together or apart and he didn't answer (he was too busy looking at his shoes), I stepped in and firmly stated "Apart".

We took our drinks to the table and I am not sure Bill would have said anything had I not asked him questions about his life, family, interests etc... I left the questions open ended, but he still only graced me with one word answers.

Finally, I asked what his summer plans were. He said he wasn't sure but he was considering coming to SpringHill with me. (Oh boy)

The conversation as I drove him back to his dorm was as non-existent as the ride to the Coffee Shop, and as he got out of the car, he asked me if we could do it again sometime.

I shrugged and shook my head "No". His head dropped as he trudged through the snow to him dorm.

***End Flashback***

In retrospect, Bill was a very sweet guy. He was just shy and I hope that God has blessed him wit a girl who is isn't as intimidating (was that it? I still don't know) as I was.

Now it is your turn. What was your worst date ever? I would love to hear the tale.

Valentines and a Dog Fight

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!

And may I take just a moment of your time to brag about my fantastic husband?

Well, I am going to. Jay has always been a romantic guy. When we lived in Lincoln, we lived within a block of a flower shop, and Jay loved to surprise me with beautiful flowers. I think he knew the proprietor of the shop by name. Since we have lived in Michigan, the flowers have been a bit scarce, but today he brought this beautiful bouquet of Tulips. They have been working towards a bloom all day.

In less happy news, Chango was attacked by a Golden Retriever during our run this morning. Neither of us saw it coming. Now for anyone who knows Chango, they know he has zero fight in him. He is the sweetest dog in the world and I couldn't believe this mean golden was trying to (literally) rip his leg off.
(who would want to hurt this little guy?)

 Well, the dog defense skills I learned in Chihuahua kicked in (and perhaps a little Mother Bear instinct) and I kicked this other dog, yelled and made myself huge and loud to frighten it off of my puppy. We survived unscathed physically, but Chango has been very quiet all day.

So in conclusion: Chango, I am sorry for moving you to such a dangerous street.

And.

Jay, I love you and you are my favorite valentine I have ever had.