It isn’t exactly our wedding anniversary yet, but today marks the 2 year anniversary of our first date. It seems like yesterday, yet so much has changed since then. I have gotten to know Chad more and more over these past 2 years, and I love him more today than ever. Happy anniversary, Chad! I love you!
A Night of Mystery
Monday afternoon, Chad sent me an email telling me that he had plans for a date on Thursday night, but it was a surprise. Fortunately, Chad is not very good at keeping secrets from me, so by Tuesday, I knew the plans- a murder mystery dinner!
So tonight we went to the L & N Depot and watched the performance put on by the Fountain Square Players. We went through different cable cars to hear from all the different suspects. It was fun. The mystery was set in the 1950s, so guests were encouraged to dress from that era. It’s a good thing that Chad broke down and told me where we were going. It was funny when we first got there because we didn’t see anybody dressed up, and we thought everybody was going to be staring at us. No one did though and more showed up in dress as the night went on. There was a prize for the people who had the best outfit. Chad and I could have totally won that, but we didn’t. I wore a skirt, cardigan, and a scarf around my neck, and Chad wore his letter jacket from high school. I have to admit, we were cute.
There was another prize for whoever could solve the mystery. Chad and I thought it was the financial advisor, Aldo Soldi, and we were right. Everyone who solved it correctly got their name put in a basket and then they drew the winner. Guess who it was? That’s right, it was me and Chad. Well, technically, it was Chad’s paper (we both turned one in) but we are a team. The prize? A necklace. Yeah, that’s right a necklace. I know it’s kind of weird prize, but apparently it was designed by a local silversmith especially for the event and has a retail value of $145. It’s not really me, so I don’t know what we are going to do with it yet, but it’s neat that we won.
Chad did a great job planning a wonderful date night. It was lots of fun and memorable. Thanks, Chad. I love you!
Our First Date
I was really excited when Chad called me one Sunday night and asked if I would go have coffee with him on Wednesday. I let him know that I don’t like coffee, but I would be more than happy to go with him and get some cider or something. He let me know that he didn’t know I didn’t like coffee and that was a reason we needed to go out, so he could get to know me better. He told me he’d email me and we’d finalize plans. A couple days later, he wrote and we agreed to go to Starbucks on Wed. at 7:00. Great! It was a date!Wait! He never said actually said the word “date” or “take me out” or anything. In fact, he never said if he was picking me up or not. Was it really a date or was I just hoping it was? Although unsure, I told lots of my friends I had a date with Chad Webb.
Finally, Wednesday night arrived and I hadn’t heard from Chad yet. I didn’t know if I was supposed to meet him or if he would pick me up. I thought surely he will call and offer to pick me up. I mean, even if we’re just going as friends, I live right down the street from Starbucks. It would be rude not to pick me up. When it was about thirty minutes before we were supposed to go to Starbucks, I decided that I was tired of wondering what to do, so I called Chad. We made small talk for a moment and I mentioned that school was cancelled for the next two days so he could keep me out as late as he wanted. Before I could ask if he was going to pick me up, Chad asks, “So, do you still want to meet up at Starbucks?” Meet? You mean, he’s not picking me up? “Yeah, sure,” I said. “Sounds great.”
The excitement I had about having the evening turned into worry. Am I going to end up looking stupid because I told all my friends that I had a date with Chad? What if Sarah tells his sister, Ashley, and it gets back to him? How embarrassing!
When I met Chad at Starbucks, I waited for him before getting anything to drink. When he got there, I let him order first, thinking if he pays for my drink, it is a date. After he ordered his tea, the girl asked him if he needed anything else. He turned and asked me if I wanted anything as though he was just being nice. I accepted because I was going to be sure to give him clear signs that I like him, but at the same time, I felt rude for accepting something he was reluctant to offer. To make me feel even more uncomfortable, he asked, “So, what’s everybody doing tonight?” Uh, was I supposed to invite people? I mentioned what I knew a few of our friends were doing so I could at least look like I thought about asking other to come.
Once we sat down with our drinks, we talked and got to know each other more and I began falling in love with him. We left when they closed, but there was no walking me to my car or asking me out again. He did say he had a good time, but that’s only after I did. I left that night feeling more confused than before, but also more hopeful than before that he wanted to date me. I knew I liked him a lot and really enjoyed spending time with him.
Over the next few days, we ended up seeing each other everyday and talking, but he was still pretty ambiguous about everything. Finally, after a night of hanging out with friends, we left at the same time, but weren’t able to have any time to talk alone. I was hoping that since we didn’t get to talk that he would call or text me. Then, it happened. After days of wondering if my future husband liked me, he sent a text message. It said, “In case it isn’t obvious, I’m completely smitten with you.” Yaaaaaaaaayyyyy! He loves me! I’ve been on cloud 9 ever since.
“Are you my girlfriend?”
This is one of my favorite stories of the relationship.
A month or so into the relationship Dvance had asked me if Jennie was my girlfriend. I guess I thought she was, but far be it from me to be that presumptuous. I mean, I know I rock and you all know I rock, but how did I know if she knew that I rocked. So I needed to find out.
A couple days later we were at my house watching something and just laying around on the couch. I decided that I should…nay…it was my duty to find out for David if Jennie was indeed my girlfriend. So as smoothly as possible I said…
“So David was asking me if you are my girlfriend…and…what should I tell him?”
Jennie: “Well, yeah”
*kiss* *smooch* *kiss*
Me: “Ok, cool, so you’re my girlfriend”
Jennie: “…and you’re my boyfriend”
Me: “Whoa whoa…slow down baby…I never said anything about that”
We both crack up.
It’s weird though, I never said I was her boyfriend. I guess we just went from friends to fiancés.