My Story: Transitioning to Our Story

Way back in February I left everyone with a “cliffhanger” on how my relationship with Joshua started. I figured I should probably finish that story.

When I left y’all last time, Joshua had just canceled our study session for the night and decided that he was just going to go to bed. So we pick up here: I’m devastated, spending my night browsing Facebook and trying not to dwell on it.

A couple hours later while I was still browsing Facebook (I really had no life), something caught my attention. Joshua was back online.

Apparently not afraid of a confrontation I immediately sent him a message: “I thought you were calling it an early night???”

What came next, I didn’t expect.

News had made its way around to some of Joshua’s friends that he was going to have a girl over for open house, that that girl was me, and that we were going to study Greek. They talked him out of doing it. Telling him it wasn’t a good idea to have a girl over during open house unless he was really serious about pursuing a relationship with her.

We both vented to each other, each frustrated by the comments of these guys. Joshua thinking it was ridiculous that two college students couldn’t study without people freaking out. Me freaking out about, well, everything. In the end we basically agreed that what was said was ridiculous and could from now on be disregarded.

We made plans to hang out the next day away from campus. I can’t remember if it was really planned or if it was spur of the moment, but someway, somehow, by the grace of God, we had plans to go to Lifeway. Joshua still jokes about that day because he told me he’d pick me up and that he drove a Subaru. On my way out of the dorm I called him back, embarrassed, stating that I had no idea what a Subaru looked like—I was picturing a truck, I was WAY off. I will never live that moment down.

We went to Lifeway and when we came back, in the heat of the moment I ended up following him back into the dorm and hung out with him while he had front desk duty. We turned what was supposed to be a short hang out session into a long and enjoyable time of conversation.

He introduced me to the “double rainbow” song (his sneaky, quirky, unique way of letting me know he thought I was “awesome”). And I drew on his hands—I later found out that he hates having things on his hands and he was only okay with it because it was an excuse to hold my hand. I know, we were such goofy, hopeless romantic college students.

The weekend approaching was Labor Day. I was heading home and Joshua was heading to his dad’s for a weekend of hunting. He said he would call me when he could.

I tried not to get my hopes up.

Saturday night he called. I don’t remember how long we talked for or what we even talked about, because, believe it or not, that wasn’t the highlight of the weekend.

Sunday afternoon I went shopping, specifically looking for clothes in Joshua’s favorite color: white. While I was in Old Navy trying on clothes I received a text from Joshua.

Joshua: Hey, what time are you planning on getting back to campus?

Me: I’m not sure yet, why?

Joshua: No reason, I don’t want you to change your plans or anything.

Me to myself: AAAAAAH!!!

Me: Is there something I need to be back by a certain time for?

Joshua: Well, I was just wondering if you got back in time if you’d let me take you out to dinner?

Now, I don’t remember my response other than that it was an obvious yes, but here’s what I wanted to say:

Me: YES!! YES!!! YES!!!!….I mean, YYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stay tuned to hear about our first date….I promise not to take as long this time.

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