Moral of the story: a lot can happen in 100 days.
But before I tell the story of that 100 days, you need to know the back story. To truly appreciate God’s timing and plan, you need to know that I was 31 when I met Paul and I had never had an official boyfriend before him. Paul was my first kiss. And that wasn’t because I had “kissed dating goodbye” or was saving my first kiss for the man I knew I would marry. It just worked out that way. And I’m so glad it did.
You also need to know that before I met Paul, I went on a lot of first dates. But not a lot of second dates.
In fact, in March I wrote an e-mail to my friend Cindy who was collecting “should have knowns.” She wrote a book about Christian dating and on her blog she compiled a list of red flags that signal the point when we SHOULD HAVE KNOWN things were definitely not going to work out. Here’s the list I sent her:
.1- he tripped me and smashed my face in the mud. #ithoughtitwashilariousatthetime.2- he told me his New Year’s Resolution was to do more yoga. When I asked why, he replied, “To be honest, it’s to pick up on girls.” #ew #thiswasafterhetoldmehewasarocketscientist #apparentlytalkingtogirlsisharderthanrocketscience.3- his first question to me was, “Okay, I have to know- Chevy or Ford?” #idriveatoyota.4- he told me he doesn’t like going to baseball games because he doesn’t like big crowds. #weirdphobias.5- he showed up carrying a machete. #actuallyithoughtthatwaskindacool.6- I found his blog where he wrote about proposing to his friend even though they never had dated. #shesaidno #sodidi.7- he told me about his addiction to dip. #ithoughthewastalkingaboutchips.8- he assured me he had no children…or grandchildren. #doesthatreallyneedtobeclarified.9- he had shoulder-length silver hair and fought in the Gulf War. #howolddoyouthinkiam.10- I asked him what he did for fun in college and he said, “I don’t know. I ate a lot.” #fatkidproblems.11- he looked like an Abercrombie model. #prettyboysoftenhavezeropersonality.12- he was a real life model who just moved out of his girlfriend’s house. #atleastigotapizookieoutofthedate.13- he talked about himself more than I talk about historical fiction novels. #thatmeansalot.14- he thought it was strange that my whole family gets together for dinner during the week and plays kickball in the front yard. #thehardemansweretoocoolforhim.15- I ate way more of the dessert than he did. #inhisdefenseidoeatanabsurdamount.16- he would only hang out with me after midnight when no one was around. #mycollegeroommateshatedhim.17- he would karate chop my throat as part of a “game” we would play. #throatpunchingisneverokay #myroommateshatedhimtoo.18- he made a joke about my acne. #imtheonlyonewhocanjokeaboutmyzits.19- he talked a lot about Nascar. #fellasleepwithmyeyesopen.20- he was 47. I know it’s my lucky number and I know age is just a number but when you’re 19 years younger than a black man named Stacey who works as a janitor in Comptom and is a foot shorter than you, you can use the age thing as an excuse not to go on a second date. #wehadsoupatcocos #imwaytooniceduringthemeetngreetatchurch.