I watch a lot of Hallmark, which means I know the formula for dating and how things should go.

Then, there’s real-life where everything that could go wrong typically does.

I met “mustache guy” AKA ’Handles’ from my last post where I mentioned having a semi-life crisis in which I signed up for a dating site during our Hurricane Ida evacuation.

After talking to this gentleman for two weeks, we met. We were supposed to get together last weekend, but both ended up having to work. I grew up watching Dateline and Unsolved Mysteries with my mom and am aware of how many ways a stranger can murder me on a first date. While I did not want to tell my family about this situation, knowing the uproar it could cause or have them potentially coming with me, I made sure to tell close friends my whereabouts. I told them what time I was meeting with the ”about” location, the plan, and that I had to be at Brent’s house for noon and would make sure to text them when I was on my way there.

Because of our spiritual differences, I had no expectations and little care about it. It was not until I got dressed that I started wigging out and sending panic texts to friends about backing out.

What am I doing? Without being on the same page spiritually, there was no point in this because there could not be a future. Long story, encouragement from friends, and a nervous breakdown short I went.

I do not have expectations or any idea how this will end up, but I had to share this story because it was absurd. I am upholding my equally yoked stance, but it was an adventure, to say the least and life is an adventure. I almost feel obligated to go on a second date (if asked) only because we survived the first.
a monsoon… a bus … .
I told the bus driver I prayed for him and knew he was coming back for us and would remember him for the rest of my life.
So,I was myself.

While I won’t share the photo here, I said I did not care how weird it was we had to take a picture. It was the first time we had met and was a memorable first date, to say the least. I would have labeled it a disaster, but he said ”I’ll talk to you later” which shocked me to the core! AND HE DID. His comment was, ”Well, this was not a cookie-cutter first date”. My response was,”go big or go home”.