In November, 2011, I lay on my dorm bunk with the setting sun glowing around me, and I swore off relationships. I was two years into college and boys had brought me nothing but bitterness and distrust. They were too immature. They weren’t ready for me, so I would wait. It was better this way anyway. I would graduate college, get a job at the right location for me, and meet the guy there, once I was already established. It would be perfect.
Then God laughed.
In December that year I went salsa dancing with my girlfriends. The room was hot, the music was loud, and the boys were cute… Really cute. It’s easy to tell the good leads from the bad–their movements are smooth, their hands guide softly, and their eyes are up. And after my weekly swing dancing class, I knew how to follow a lead.
I noticed a boy a few seats down–puffy black hair and stylish clothes. He asked my friend to dance. Whatever. I wasn’t afraid of asking boys to dance, so I picked out some of the best dancers and asked them for a go.
Then later when I sank to a chair at the edge of the room, trying to cool down, the boy came back. We took our spot on the dance floor and swayed. He said, “My name is—-.” The music was so loud, I had no bloody clue what he said. He repeated his name three times before I finally gave up. I was too embarrassed to ask again. I left that night not knowing his name (and my friends and I had a great time making up names for him).
We danced until my head spun, literally. These were eight minute songs and we danced three of them, nonstop spinning and twirling. And he was good. Really good.
Just when I was about to bow out because I thought I might pass out, he stopped. He asked for my number, wanting to know if I would go to coffee with him. Now I had just sworn off relationships, but that didn’t mean I had to swear off dating, right?
Seventeen months and eight days later, we danced salsa again at our wedding reception.
I used to hate it when people would say “It happens when you least expect it,” but, well, love found me when I least expected. I wasn’t looking, and that’s when God stepped in. The thousand things that he had to arrange for us to both be in that place on that night blows my husband and I away when we take the time to think about it.
Now it’s your turn. What is your favorite meet cute (the way you meet someone special)? It can be personal or fictional–they’ve got some really good ones in my favorite chick flicks. Do you have a saying that you love or hate to hear, like “There are many fish in the sea”? Have any questions for me about my whirlwind romance? Please share! If you do, please check out the Rafflecopter below to be entered in the drawing for a $25 Starbucks gift card at the end of this month!