Will You Be My 7-Year-Valentine?

Seven years ago today, I asked my now wife out on our first date. We had seen each other in kind of a group setting a few times, and really got along. I liked her enough to ask her out, so that's exactly what....well, that's not exactly how it happened.

I was actually pretty sure that she would go out with me, because of the vibe we had going the past couple of times we hung out. I was already at the florist, Green Floral, buying her some preemptive flowers for that night....of which I didn't know she would say yes....definitely. This takes a funny turn from here though. As I'm trying to figure out what to say to her and when to call her, my phone rings. It was her. I picked it up and we chatted for a bit, all the while, I'm in the flower shop still. She all but asked me out...but let me "technically" ask her out...I guess for my ego. I picked her up at the house she was staying at the time. It was over in Eastgate, and not too far from my parents' house, at which I was living currently. (had been forced to move back home when some roommates kind of backed out on living arrangements at the last minute, leaving me no choice. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, but I was really not ready to be back in their house again.)

I had a whole evening planned. We were going to go to a play at Hinds Community College in Raymond. First, we stopped at Margaritas in Clinton for dinner. As we are trying to find a parking spot in the busy lot, we were just chatting. We finally found a spot and started to walk to the front door....where there was a man...waiting for me. Apparently, I had angered him by going around him in the parking lot (he was sitting still with his blinker on...I moved on). He said, "You got a problem?" I just merely replied, "Nope," and we proceeded into the restaurant. I can have a bit of a hot temper, so at that very moment, I was quite proud of myself. We went on to the play after a nice dinner. It was good...an interpretation of The Princess and the Pea called, Once Upon a Mattress. We enjoyed ourselves, as was usually the case when out together...even in the group that we hung out with. Overall, it was a good night...and a memorable one. I did not kiss her purposefully, because I had told myself that I was not going to even try to kiss her on the first date. I was not going to be that guy. Come to find out, she wanted me too, and was wondering why I didn't. It just goes to show you, you just really cannot second guess what a woman is thinking.

We've been together every since, and loving every (well, just about every) minute of it!

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