Jan 18, 2020
If you haven’t read them already, check out my previous posts: We Met on A Five-Hour Trip to Lake Powel and Will You Marry Me? Those posts will give you the background for today’s post.
After a year of friendship, Scott and I planned on, well, nothing. We didn’t expect our friendship to turn into much more than it was. But, God had something else planned.
I was actually planning to move to Michigan to live with my brother. I was tired of Utah. I wasn’t dating anyone and decided I needed a change of scenery. Scott was getting ready for basic training in the Air Force.
One day, while sitting in sacrament meeting—the main worship services of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints where we take the sacrament, remember our Savior, and share in the feelings of the spirit through sharing testimonies and such—I said something that forever changed my life.
The meeting had not yet started and Scott’s sister took a seat next to me. My youngest sister sat on the other side. I asked Scott’s sister how she was doing. She said she was doing well. Then she said, “I keep telling Scott he should ask out Amy.” (Not her real name.)
“Oh, yeah,” I replied. “They would be cute together.” And then, without planning it, without thinking it, my mouth opened up and said, “Scott should ask me out before we both move away.”
I was stunned. Where did that come from?
Later, maybe a year or so later, I talked to my sister about that day. She said, “Yeah. That seemed weird. I remember thinking, ‘That’s not like Sara.’”
Scott’s sister didn’t say anything.
The meeting started and I kind of forgot about that experience.
Then, later came.
I was at my Grandparent’s house—I don’t remember why—when I received a text from Scott.
Scott: How are you?
Me: Good.
Scott: You came up in a conversation with my sister and it got me thinking that we should go on a date. Do you want to do something this next Friday?
What? Is this really happening? Secretly, I was ecstatic. But, I had to play it cool.
Me: Yeah. That would be fun.
We continued to chat about his upcoming basic training, my move to Michigan, all the random stuff you text so you don’t leave the conversation hanging awkwardly.
And then we said our good-byes and didn’t really say much to each other until Friday came. I’m sure there was a text in there somewhere about what we would be doing. I don’t remember those kind of details. And who cares? The date happened and it was awesome!
Friday night came. Scott picked me up in his little red car. We drove to Fat Cats bowling alley in Provo where we were to meet a friend of Scott’s who was bringing a date as well.
We waited in the attached restaurant and talked. He asked me about my job. He seemed genuinely interested. I asked him about his work. He made some jokes. I laughed. And then his friend showed up with his date.
We had dinner at the restaurant and, of course, told our silly joke about getting married. Scott actually introduced us to his friend’s date as “getting married.”
We then competed in some bowling. I won! Yeah, I’m not too bad at bowling.
And we ended the night with some good laughs at Comedy Sports.
It was great. I felt comfortable, the most comfortable I have felt on any date.
And Scott did too.
And we wanted to keep it going.
He suggested it. I’m too awkward to make a move like that. Although I did tell his sister that we should date so…
We started talking about where I served a mission for our church. I served in Korea.
“Can you make the food?” he asked.
“Yep. I learned a bit while I was there.”
“What are your favorite foods?”
“My favorite is Kimchi Chigae and I really like dukbokki. My first area was in the middle of dukbokki town and I fell in love with it.”
“Can you make that?”
“I think so.”
“We should get together for dinner and have dukbokki.”
“Okay.”
“Monday?”
“Yeah.”
And so another date was planned. Yes!
Sunday, he came to church. He usually went to a different ward in Orem, where he was living at the time. But he came, and then he came to ward prayer that night, where we sat together and flirted. It was great. *blush*
And then Monday came.
After work, I picked up Scott from where he was living with his brother. We went to a little Korean market and got everything we needed, and then went back to my apartment and cooked. My roommate/friend was also there and had invited a guy from work, whom she later married, and her sister.
And the food was yummy! And the conversation was great. And the company was the best!
And then Scott said, “I’m headed out of town tomorrow. I got tickets to go see Phantom of the Opera for me and my dad in Vegas.”
“Oh,” I said disappointed. I had so much fun with him and was secretly hoping we could get together again very soon.
“But maybe I’ll call you while I’m gone,” he added.
My heart did a little leap.
“Oh, yeah. That would be great.” I smiled, a very big smile.
Scott did call me. Just like he promised, he called. And he came home early on Thursday and called me right away to ask if I wanted to hang out.
Uh, yeah! Of course I did.
That’s how our dating life went. We had so much fun with each other that we kept hanging out.
Ah. Those days. So great. I remember the flutter in my chest, the blush in my cheeks, the cloud 9 feelings whenever Scott texted or called.
So great.
Oh, you want more? Yes, there is much more to the story. And the next part is pretty juicy. But you’ll have to wait until next week.
Until then, share this story with your friends and maybe leave a comment sharing a story about how you met your significant other.
You the bomb. Love ya!