Long Hair, Rock and Roll, and Love

notesSo, let me see… I left off at long hair. Did you miss it? Read it here to get caught up.

Fast forward from the initial “Oh my God I love him” camp experience. If you recall, *Justin mentioned he led worship at a Sunday School at Second Baptist Church.

Low and behold… I started going there full time. Yes, I did. I put myself anywhere and everywhere I thought he would be. Seeing him was no coincidence. I was deliberate. Even “good girls” know how to get someone’s attention if they really want it. And I wanted it.

I even joined the very Sunday School class he was part of. My reason was, of course, to be around Justin. The collateral was that I made some really great friends. In fact, it was the first time in my life to be in an all-girl accountability group. Those girl ROCKED (and still do!). It was my first time being with a group of girls because I had mostly guy friends. I liked it that way because I didn’t want to deal with girl drama. I’m not that girl. Avoiding drama at all costs is part of my DNA. Anyway, we all went on a trip to Colorado and hiked up Longs Peak (on a whim… ok, we were YOUNG and didn’t know people actually train for this sort of thing). While hiking we all memorized Philippians Chapter 4. My first time to memorize that amount of scripture. The whole trip is as clear as day in my mind – it was THAT fabulous.

Oh yeah… back to the boy.

Three weeks after meeting him Justin called to ask me on a date. My heart still jumps thinking about that call. My heart was pounding and I was literally hoping up and down… all the while trying to sound calm. Fortunately, I lived alone at that time so no one saw how crazy I was while talking. That night I could not sleep from all the excitement. The boy noticed me. The beginning of a very good fairy tale.

Our first date was awesome awkward. He may not have felt awkward but I did. Mainly because I wanted him to like me and I was afraid that after going out with me he would realize I’m not a “party girl” and move on.

I mean, come on, he was a singer. A really good one! He had long hair. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He knew bands I’d never heard of. He made me laugh. He drove me to places in Houston I’d never seen. He was spontaneous and a little rebellious. He was unconventional. He was edgy. But most importantly, he was a Christian. Someone seeking God’s will and that attracted me more than anything else.

I, on the other hand, was the “good girl”. Very naive. Kinda vanilla, if you will. I wouldn’t stand out in a crowd because I’m a good blender. Granted, I liked myself (and still do). I just knew my standards. And honestly, I knew how picky I was when it came to guys. I was willing to wait and wasn’t willing to settle.

But… he captured my attention and I was wanting to capture his.

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