Every couple has a unique story and I love hearing them when I meet couples for the first time. I wanted to share our story in this 7-part series to help you get to know me and Weston a little better. I hope you enjoy reading our story from the moment we met until now!
I was falling for him. The day we started talking, I started picturing us together. We talked constantly. When move-in day finally came, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We hung out with our new group of friends the entire weekend. We ate all our meals together. If we weren’t physically next to each other, we were texting. People saw the spark between us, but we denied it. Every time someone asked if we liked each other, we just said we were best friends.
A week later, we went to a campus-wide event called Dinner on the Run, which was a progressive dinner where we were transported to different churches for each course of our meal. My roommate and I met this fun guy (we’ll call him Fun Guy) on the bus that invited us to come hang out in his dorm after dinner. He really talked it up and made it seem like there would be a bunch of people there.
After dinner, we went to Fun Guy’s dorm to hang out. There were only three of us in the room – not exactly what we expected. We played Guitar Hero for a while and talked. Fun Guy sat next to me and was getting closer and closer. My roommate thought she would be funny and leave me alone with him. A few minutes later, he put his hand on my knee and I knew it was time for me to leave. Fun Guy wouldn’t escort me back to my dorm, so I texted Weston to meet me outside.
As we were walking, I told him everything that had just happened. We saw a swing nearby and decided to sit and talk for a while. We had been warned that this particular swing was dubbed the “courting swing,” but we ignored those silly tales. We weren’t sitting that close to each other at first, but somehow our hands inched closer and closer until we were holding each other’s pinkies. Of course that led to actually holding hands and a short while later, Weston attempted to kiss me. I wouldn’t let him and explained that I didn’t want to kiss someone that was not my boyfriend. We kept talking on that swing for at least another hour before deciding that we needed to go to sleep. Weston walked with me the rest of the way to my dorm. We hugged and he kissed my forehead.
I never knew I loved forehead kisses until that moment.
For the next month, we discussed the possibility of dating, but would not commit. Both of us still communicated with our exes at this time and I think we were scared to let them go. They were comfortable. They were familiar. We finally decided it would be best to cut ties with those toxic relationships and we officially started dating about a week later. You’ll have to wait until next week to read more in Part 3: The Accident!