Our love story, the story of how Pete and I met and became Mr & Mrs has a lot of background that I feel is worth mentioning. I am not normally long winded, but I hope today you’ll forgive me.
It all started with a few bad decisions and a lot of heartache I was causing my parents at the age of 15. Out of desperation my mom dragged my sorry butt to church, to hopefully get some help. I sat there, for about two years hating every minute of it. Counting down the days to my 18th birthday.
But while I was there, I did notice one thing.
I didn’t know his name. I didn’t know who he was, what he liked, how many brothers or sisters he had, or if he even had a girlfriend.
But something about him caught my eye. I think it was his self-confidence and that he didn’t need a crowd to be happy.
I guess you can say I had a small crush on him, but nothing I ever thought would amount to anything. Because I had NO plans on willingly coming to church after leaving home. And this boy – he obviously loved coming, because he was always there.
Nothing at home really changed, but as time went on a couple of girls in the church would occasionally talk to me. One day they invited me to this camp thing for teens. They went on to tell me a little about it, and who’d be there. Somehow they dragged it out of me that I thought Pete was a cute guy.
I shook my head, “I don’t like him though. He’s just cute, ya know…”. They nodded in full agreement and with victory under their wings, making me believe they fully understood what I meant. I thought a lot of guys were cute. I went to a 5A high school.
“So his name is Pete?” I’d never known a ‘Pete’ before. “That’s cool.”
“Yea! He’s going to be there!!” They had this big plan forming in their heads.
In spite of the long list of rules this camp had, I went.
I was bored, the girls were nice, and going to get the attention of a cute guy couldn’t be so bad, right?
The day came for the bus to take us to camp. I could already feel the whispers. The entire time I had been going to this church I had only bothered to talk to two girls around my age. I knew no one else, but it didn’t take long for them to know who I was.
What started out as a casual remark to these two girls, ended up being retold and repeated (remember the game telephone?) as if I had this enormous crush on Pete. I didn’t even know the guy, how could I really like him?
Drama. drama. It’s what girls live on.
I had girls coming up to me (that I had never spoken to before) tell me he had just fallen out of a bad break up, or worse that he had no interest in me. Ouch!
Apparently Pete’s friend (one that I know of) was egging him on to talk to me. At the time Pete had come out of a bad break up, and he wanted space I guess.
But we did end up talking. I remember it being so SO awkward. Times a thousand.
We were at a skating rink early that week, and when the other kids saw we were talking one by one (hopefully it was a terrible coincidence) they left us there, skating and talking ALL BY OURSELVES. Oh, and staring at us.
Mind you, I hate HATE being the center of attention. And not only were we the center of attention once, this happened TWICE that day. Left talking about God knows what, and skating while others watched. Now I knew what the animals at the zoo felt like.
Anyway I think this post is long enough! Yikes! If you’re still reading… you’re awesome.
… keep an eye out for part 2 in the next few days. There really is a good reason I’m giving so many details about this camp thing :]
Oh, and if you’re one of the girls in this post, you know I love you, but can’t tell this story with ya! ;]
Update: Read Part 2 Here