The knocking sounded super loud to my already unnerved ears, & rather than spying through my apartment door's tiny peephole & sizing him up {i.e.: making sure he's not wearing a hockey mask & wielding a chainsaw} {or, perhaps, more like seeing if he really looks like his profile picture}, I don't, & instead bravely swing open my door to whatever will be...
He had driven 3.5 hours {give or take}, through the Atlanta crazy, to see me, & this was it. Really & truly. Ready or not...
I silently breathe out a prayer, & we look into each other's eyes & smile & thus the awkward first meeting begins. How strange that he was here in my actual apartment - no longer just on the dating site, or in e-mails, or even on the phone - but actually here walking on my carpet! {If you've seen Disney's Tangled, picture Rapunzel in the scene where she's like, "I've got a person in my closet!" Yeah, it was kinda like that.} We spoke a very few words - I can't remember exactly what they were {probably random pleasantries} - & then he abruptly tells me he has to go get something out of his car. I peek through the blinds & watch him run down the little hill to the parking lot.
Laura's brain: Running. This can't be good. I've already scared him off & he is leaving in a literal puff of smoke. Or maybe he's going to get his weapon {chainsaw, knife, gun, poison dart shooter?}. Eek! Wait, he's coming back! And are those flowers?!
Those first flowers were the start of dozens more. When I had vulnerably confessed early on {when we were still communicating solely through e-mail & phone} that I always wanted a guy who thought enough of me to bring me flowers, he had listened & he showed me he wanted to be that guy, 'cause he brought them. Every. Single. Time.
That first weekend we went up to a mountaintop park & an art museum & my church, & I giggled over pizza that Sunday evening, before he headed back, when he asked if we could see each other again {he tells me later that my giggles made him super nervous - little did he know they were because of my own butterflies}. I gave a shy & somewhat uncertain "yes" to continuing the adventure with this man who pounded {ahem, knocked very loudly} on my door that first weekend. Little did I know the adventures God had in store...❤
P.S.: Part 4 here!
P.P.S.: Those flowers up there are the first ones he ever gave me!
P.P.P.S: He didn't look exactly like his profile picture - he looked even better!
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