Our First Date

5 years ago tonight was our first date.  I thought I would tell the funny story of our first date.

But first a little back ground:  I was 22 and attending what some might call a party school good ole Southwest Texas Texas State University located in San Marcos (SM). (a piece of my heart stays with SM).  I had just decided on my Major of Sociology.  And was totally utterly done with the male species.  After several failed “relationships” and being dumped a few times.  I decided to give my heart a break and quit the whole dating scene.  I wanted to focus on myself and school and of course having fun.  A few months had gone by I was single and free loving.  Loving school and my new fun courses.  I would go out with friends, no pressure, not looking for anyone or anything, just to have a good time, and dance.  If guys would ask me out or for my number I would lie and say I had a boyfriend, it was a great cover.

DT: Was 28 Owned and Operated a Trucking company near the port of Houston. Which was a good 4 hours from San Marcos, but a mere 2 hours from my home town. He had been dating and working lots so  none one seriously.  He was a trucker through and through.  He had a beautiful Maroon KW and traveled all over the state.

Luck would have it that one of my best friends back home was getting married.  Her sister’s husband and DT were great friends.  When she found out I was single and he was single.   She told me all about him, how he is a great guy, cute, lots of fun, and successful.  And I told her that I wasn’t interested, I was off guys.  But she persisted and said well let me give him your number and he can call you, no pressure.  So reluctantly I said ok.  Though secretly I was so excited for him to call and see for myself what all the fuss was about.

So a few days later I was back in SM and in class when I heard my phone vibrating (I always turned in on vibrate in class).  I looked down and recognized his number.  I had an instant thrill, and couldn’t wait for class to end.   Then all my insecurities and heart breaks came crashing back down.  What if he would hurt me, or use me.  What if I really liked him, and he didn’t like me?  So I didn’t call him back.

But it’s one thing if DT isn’t persistent.  He called me 3 times and finally left a message.  And after hearing his kind, raspy voice on my voice mail.  I just had to call him back.  We talked no less than 3 hours that day.  All about his job, school, family, trucking and life in general.    We just clicked, we could talk for hours, never a dull moment, never a lull or awkward pause, just ease of conversation.  An instant calm and comfortable .  It was amazing.  And I wasn’t letting all my issues play games with me, I wasn’t playing all the dating games that I normally would.  I was just being me, and letting him just be him.   We talked everyday for hours several times a day about any little thing.

And finally we both decided to meet for a date (a blind date).  We would meet in my home town at a friend’s house, go to dinner and then meet up with our friends later to go to a bar.

Talk about a lot of pressure.  I knew I already liked him a lot, but what did he look like.  What if I wasn’t attracted to him or he was shorter than me (I’m 5’7).  And worse what if he didn’t like me?  My heart was already in.  How could this be?  Just having phone conversations for 2 weeks and I already really liked this guy?  Not me?

So that fateful night approached.  I was ready and waiting at my friend’s house (alone, she wasn’t there).  He was going to pick me up at 7:00.  7:30 rolls by and my patience is wearing thin, no call.  Did he stand me up?  Is he lost?  Surely he would call me.  So I tried calling him.  No answer.  I thought what the hell.  I couldn’t believe he would just stand me up like this.  But next thing I know I hear the door bell.  My stomach just leaped, eek.  He’s here.

So I open the door.  And said Hi.  He said WOW! I laughed and was like ok.  So I guessed he liked what he saw.  I on the other hand was kind of taken aback from what I saw.  Here stood before me a city boy?  He was dressed in a see through black tight shirt, tucked into his light washed jeans and city boy shoes.  All this time I am thinking where’s my country cowboy trucker?  But he was super cute with the best smile and sexy eyes.   So I thought I can get past his weird clothes. (turns out he was dressing like that because he thought it’s what I liked, he really is a country cowboy)

He was very quiet and we had small talk in the car. I asked him why he was so quiet and he finally told me.   He explained he was late because his friend (the very one that set us up) called him right before he was going to pick me up.  And told him that I was really tall and a big girl I think Amazon were his exact words.  He did this just to mess with DT. So DT being rather shallow (ha ha) took him awhile to decided if he was going to stand me up of go on the date.  Luckily he choose the date.  Which also explains the WOW.  I guess he was prepared for much worse, ha ha. We laughed about this and thought how mean could he be.

We went on to the restaurant.  We ordered our food and had great conversation and a few drinks.

Then we met up with our friends at the bar.  And as we were entering DT was carded, but he had left his wallet and ID in his big rig.

So the bouncer being a nice guy asked him, well what year did you graduate high school?

DT:  uhhhh, hmm, ughh 95 (he actually graduated in 94)

Bouncer: how old are you?

DT: hmm uhhhh 26 (he was actually 28)

I was thinking, what in the hell.  He told me he was 28 and graduated in 94?  Whats going on.

So finally the bouncer was like ok go on.  And I asked DT what was that about.  He said he was so nervous all of the sudden around me, he couldn’t think straight.  I thought this was super cute and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  On we when went to meet up with our friends.

After that night we were inseparable and saw each other every weekend.  We just clicked.  It was so natural, it was meant to be.

This picture is from one of our first dates (sorry for the poor quality)

Little did I know we would be engaged in just 8 months.