Last week, Angie asked how Christopher and I met. I intended to point her to the blog post I had written about it until I started searching and realized I haven’t written one! Haha!
So, let’s rewind time and go back to September of 2004…
I had been 17 for just over a month and a college freshman for two weeks. He was 18 and just beginning his sophomore year. I was still adjusting to life in the States which came hand-in-hand with a hefty dose of reverse culture shock. He was sweet and a great listener. Eager to know me.
But I’m getting ahead of myself…
On September 4th, 2004 I ran into my fellow freshman buddy, Trevor, just after an on campus movie ended.
Trevor introduced me to the group of people he was with. That was how I met Christopher. I vividly remember my first impression of him. “Wow, what a gorgeous bronzed guy.” I soon discovered his bronzed self was a combination of the fact that he was Italian as well as the fact that he still had his summer tan from life guarding.
The group of us went to Thanks A Latte for coffee and to chat then on to… *drumroll please*… Walmart. I kid you not. The first day Christopher and I met, we hung out at Walmart. We are that cool. We hit it off instantly and talked about the basic three (name, where you’re from, and major) for a long time. A city girl from China and a country boy from Illinois might seem like two cultures clashing, but we were riveted by each other’s backgrounds and stories.
That night I gave Christopher my I-Don’t-Date-Speech that I gave every boy that walked within 10 feet of me (okay, not literally, but I did say it a lot). When I was 15 I had decided that I didn’t want to date until I was ready to get married. At 17 I still didn’t feel anywhere near ready to marry so I continued giving the same speech. Just friends. Not interested in anything else. I will admit, I was really attracted to Christopher, but I just didn’t feel like I was ready for marriage therefore not ready to date. Christopher was the first guy who I had given that speech to that really seemed to understand. He said that he had chosen not to date either because he hated seeing all his friends dating and breaking up all the time without any real commitments. I loved that he understood where I was coming from so I felt super at ease around him…
From Christopher’s point of view, the first night we met was amazing… until I told him that I wasn’t interested in dating. His first impression of me was (and I quote), “I thought you were hottttt! And after hanging out that first night and getting to know you I thought ‘wow, this girl is interesting. I want to get to know her more’.” He was disappointed by my “I don’t date” speech, but he did understand where I was coming from. It actually relieved a lot of pressure from our relationship because we knew that we were just going to be friends. Well, that’s what I thought anyway, haha! He knew he liked me and that he would give up his no-dating stance to date me, but he respected my decision not to date. Until we kept hanging out. All the time. Really all the time. And we shared so much. We literally talked for hours and hours about everything. Christopher knew long before I did that we were right for each other. So he pursued me. Our friendship quickly morphed into a best friends relationship within a few weeks and before I knew it, I was questioning my decision not to date.
I prayed about it… a lot. I felt sure that I hadn’t made a poor choice in deciding not to date in high school, but I also felt something for this gorgeous, bronzed, curly-headed, boy that I hadn’t felt before. Have I mentioned that I had never had a boyfriend before Christopher? Have I mentioned that he never had a girlfriend before me? We were each other’s firsts. I love that part of our story. Not just firsts, but also onlys. My first and only boyfriend. His first and only girlfriend. I love it. We waited and prayed. Back then I wasn’t a big believer in soul mates, but looking back on it now, I wonder. The way that Christopher is so right for me in every way makes me wonder if maybe just maybe God really did create the two of us just for each other. Two pieces that fit together so perfectly.
I have to tell you, though, prayer didn’t begin suddenly just when I first met him. I actually started praying for my future husband when I was 13. He started praying for his future wife when he was 17. Both of us wanted to wait until we found someone who was “marriage material” (as he would say) before investing our hearts and time into a relationship. God brought us together at just the right time. And I am so grateful for it.
On September 29th, after much prayer and discussion, we decided that maybe just maybe… perhaps we were more ready for marriage than we originally thought. Not ready immediately, but ready to begin looking at options. I’m so glad I opened my heart to him.
And that my friends, is the story of how we met. How he pursued me without fail. How he swept me off my feet and how I fell head over heels for him. It has been 2,832 days since that first day we met and they have truly been the best 2,832 days of my life. I am one very blessed lady.