Our Story: Part 1

It all started back in the summer of 2009.

I was a student at the University of Arkansas, but was home for summer break. The private high school that had I graduated from had a teaching position open and had asked my mother if she would like to come and fill the teaching spot. [Keep in mind, my mother hadn’t had an “employed” job since I was born and before that it was in an Children’s Hospital, not a classroom]. So after much deliberation, (and me begging my mom to take the job—with no real reason except I thought it would keep her busy and would be fun) she finally accepted the position and became the new teacher on the block.

Little did I know what that year would have in store for me….

In the mid-October of that same year, I received a random phone call from a former teacher of mine (who at this point now has a classroom next door to my mother).

She was calling to tell me that she had given my phone number to the new football coach. I was speechless. I didn’t know the new coach, I hadn’t met the new coach (or at least didn’t remember—he later told me that I had met him- oops!) and I had most definitely never entertained the idea of a blind date! I felt as if she just handed me over to a complete stranger. And being the small school, small community environment that it was, I most definitely couldn’t be rude and say no! So here I was… in what I thought at the time was  a MAJOR problem.

Within a few hours of received the news, I received a text message from this “new coach.” He told me how he had received my number and then proceeded to invite me to his varsity football game that evening in my hometown.

So I grabbed my girl friends and headed out to my alma mater for an incredibly awkward football game. My friends thought the whole situation was hilarious. Yet, I was in a sheer sweat throughout the whole game at the mere thought of the whole ordeal.

The night ended fairly painlessly until the “new coach” asked me to go out that Saturday night. Of course I had to at least give the guy a chance, right?

Side note: before I continue, I must inform you all that I am most definitely a city girl. 

I wore heels and lipstick, and was never seen otherwise.

So the next day rolls around and the “new coach” calls because he was lost and couldn’t find my house. While on the phone, he warns me that he is wearing cowboy boots. I told him that was fine, but in my head I was thinking “who wears cowboy boots on a date?” (see—told you I was a city girl!)

After finally figuring out where he was, he picked me up and we headed out for an evening out on the town. 

Little did I know this would be my LAST first date…

To Be Continued...

Check back soon for what 

happened next with the city girl & the country boy...