He saw her across the room and knew he had to get to know her better. She saw him walking her way and knew it was destiny. Ok, I know, that’s not what happened, in fact quite the opposite happened. 🙂
I started out to write our love story today, and realized that it would take more than one post, so right now I am sharing the first part.
There was a YFs (young folks/youth group) gathering that day but I hadn’t been allowed to go. However my cousins and some other friends were going to sing to our grandpa who had underwent open heart surgery earlier that week. So I was meeting up with them there so I could go with them to sing.
I walked in as a lot of people were leaving, and because I felt a little shy and awkward I sat down between two of my cousins and hoped that I would blend in. I had told my cousins hi and started talking to them, when I noticed a guy on the other side of one of my cousins. My first thoughts went like this; “who is that guy? he sure don’t look like he’s from around here, kinda dorky looking” seriously, my first impression of my future husband was he looked dorky!
Maybe I should explain dorky, you know how some kids are super cute, and as adults they are good looking as well, but as an adolescent they are dorky? Well that would be Jason. Also, let me explain that he did his hair like really plain German Baptists do. It was nasty.
Case in point. I think this is the summer before he moved to Ohio.
Hahahaha! at the above picture :).
So we didn’t really meet that first night. But the next weekend at YFs I walked up to one of my friends to tell her hi and she introduced me to a friend of hers named Marie. The three of us were having a good time talking and getting to know each other when Marie says: Oh yeah and this is my cousin Jason” The guy that I had seen last weekend had been sitting by her that whole time and I hadn’t noticed him!
Jason and Marie when Jason was 17. Oh that hair :p
So I talked to him some that night and during that time he also met my sister/friend Renae. This was in Feb that we met and that spring and summer Renae and I would often invite him to come along with us and our friends when we would go places.
The funny thing about that summer was; I thought Renae was interested in Jason and so I would invite him to come with us places, and Renae thought I was interested in him so she would invite him along! Haha! As a result though, I got to know him pretty well as a friend and learned that in spite of his dorky looks, he was a good guy. 🙂
Since I shared the dorky pics of Hubby, I thought I should be fair and share a dorky one of myself!!!
This is Renae and I that first summer Jason moved here.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering. Jason and I were both born in Ohio, but the summer he was 11 his family moved to Oregon. He moved back here in in ’06 because he wanted to work as a landscaper and there was a job opening here and he could live with his grandparents.
So that is the friendship part of our love story. Come back on the 29th when I share the rest and also link up your love stories!
Read the Full Love Story Series!
Who was the Dorky Looking Dude.
Love Stories that Last Part1
Love Stories that Last Part2
Making Your Love Story Last
Our Love Story
Happy Birthday and Anniversary to Me!
Good story! I can’t wait to read more!
Thanks Cuz, 🙂 I know our story isn’t sweet like yours but we sure do have a fun one 🙂
Can’t wait for the 29th 🙂
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Kendra, I didn’t know it was QUITE like this~ At least the hair isn’t greased down anymore! 🙂 Anxious to read more about your story…..
Funny! I love reading people’s love stories, so I can’t wait to read more.
This is funny but interesting. I love love stories, so I will come back on the 29th, keep your promise, lol!
Hahaha! You totally crack me up! Girl you make me want to move back to Ohio just so we could be neighbors!!!!
How funny!! Gotta love a love story that begins with the girl thinking the guy was a dork!
haha — thats funny. my hubby’s hair was NASTY at first too!! only his was …. long. oh gag — i like it WAY better now! 🙂
Love it…that was my mothers first impression of my father, too…& it was mostly because of his hair. They’ve been married almost 40 years now!
That is so cute. I have a feeling that your story is going to be one of those that girls all over wish they had. Thanks for sharing.
I’m definitely interested to hear more!
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Wow, I can’t believe how judgmental you are about your husband’s looks, his hairstyle, and clothes. I know you think its funny but you are being disrespectful. I’ve read what you’ve written about how he behaves and he sounds like a wonderful human being. That is the most important thing and you have to stop writing and publishing things that put him down. Its not funny – it makes you look really insecure and quite frankly, dishonorable. It also makes you look undeserving of such a wonderful person. And, this may not be the most important part of my comments, but I happen to think he’s a very good looking guy. He has great hair and his clothes are just fine. Who cares that you thought you’d marry a brunette! Grow up! I can’t continue to follow you after reading all this selfish, immature nonsense. You are not a wife. You are still a teenager letting your insecurities cause you to write mean-spirited things. Why do you need to put him down? Is it because you feel low and need to level the playing ground by bringing him down?
Hi Mary,
Putting Jason down was never my intentions. This post was about first impressions, and my first impression of him was typical of most peoples first impressions: based on looks.
As we became friends and I got to know him better, I no longer cared about how he looked and as I fell in love with the beautiful person that he is I began to find him quite handsome.
Sure I thought I would marry a brunette, but that had nothing to do with Jason personally and everything to do with the mental image I had of the guy I would marry.
And on his hair… When I first met him I didn’t like how his hair was styled, that was the issue more than the color. We had agreed to start dating while he still had that hairstyle that I disliked. I never said anything to him (or anyone else for that matter) about hating his hair style, but one day he decided on a change and I loved it.
I’m sorry you thought I was putting him down. He is an amazing guy, wonderful husband and steller father, I wouldn’t change a thing about him.