Our Love Story—The Talk

It was Thursday, a perfect Spring day in the Pacific Northwest. The beautiful cherry blossom trees were in full bloom, and I was still reeling from an unforgettable week and the reality that a godly man was interested in me. And, having all night to think about what I told J, I was just as conflicted as ever. Did I do the right thing by telling him that I needed to get my heart right where Rob was concerned before I could date him? Perhaps I should reconsider? Maybe blunt honesty isn't all that endearing?

Our writing class was doing research in the library that day. The same library that Rob and J faithfully met in every Thursday morning during the same hour. I knew they’d be there (I wasn’t stalking them, I just happened to know their schedules and habits rather well), and I secretly looked forward to “accidently” running into them both there. Sure enough, I passed by a room upstairs and they were sitting across from each other, deep in conversation.

I was certain J was divulging all of the details of our last two dates to Rob. Suddenly I realized that J was also probably telling Rob what I had said about him. Oh no. This is awful. I’m never going to look Rob in the face again! He’s going to know I have a silly school girl crush on him… how embarrassing!

That day at lunch I was surrounded by a group of friends at a table in the dining hall. I was staring at the beautiful cherry blossoms when I turned to see Rob kneeling down next to me quietly asking if he could meet me in the library after his Student Government meeting. Without time to think about why he wanted to chat with me I said sure. We agreed on a meeting spot and then he left.

After Rob left my face fell. Oh, here it comes. I thought to myself. I’m going to get “the talk”. The, “I think you’re a really great girl and all, but I’m just not interested, and you really should just get on with your merry little life and go ahead and spend some time with my good pal J, because you and I are never going to happen” talk.

I can’t say I was crushed, because I never really let myself totally and truly believe that I could have ever actually stood a chance with him. Though, something inside of me certainly hoped that maybe I was wrong. But, I can say that I was mortified. How on earth was I supposed to gracefully respond to this kind of statement and yet keep my dignity?

All I knew is that I had an hour to pray about it, so I hurried up and finished my lunch and headed out for a walk to talk to God, clear my head, and gear up for the inevitable “talk”.


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