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Throwback Thursday {A sucker for his car…}

Thursday, August 16, 2012

We met when I was 14. Young Life camp in Canada. I was actually dating one of my brothers friends at the time, but I’d had my eye on Matt for a while. He was 3 years older than me, totally gorgeous, and I thought I didn’t have a shot with the cool, older hottie at my high school. After one of the best weeks of my life in Malibu, Canada at the Young Life camp, we returned home to Colorado. I had broken up with the boy I was “dating” (can you really date when you’re 14?) and all I wanted to do was see Matt again. My parents weren’t too happy about the fact that I was going after a boy much older than me who they knew nothing about… so when a bunch of us (including Matt) were planning on seeing a movie a week after we got back from camp, I might not have told my mom he was going to be there.

Even if we were in a big group… I think this totally still counted as our first date. August 1st, 2001. Yeah, I still remember. It was a good day. I don’t even remember what movie it was. All I remember was moving my hand a little closer to him hoping he’d take a hint and hold it. I wanted to hold his hand so bad but wasn’t brave enough to do it. So the hand dance continued. He then pulled the “I’m really tired so I’m going to stretch my hands above my head then ever so gently rest it on your shoulder on their way back down.” So clever. And I was a total sucker for it. I had butterflies so bad I thought I was going to float right out of my seat. Half way into the movie, our hands met and we never let go.

After the movie, I was riding with our friend Nina, and he pulled up next to us in his Honda Accord. His arm hanging out the window, moving up and down to the beat of “Sandstorm” which was blaring from his stereo. He looked at me and grinned from ear to ear. I knew I’d be his forever. That car made him even cuter. I loved riding in it. It was actually pretty fast. It was loud, and he let me drive it all the time. He loved that car, but you know how I knew he loved me even more? I was 15 and he let me drive it… before I had my license. Girls don’t try this at home. Totally stupid, I know. I had just dropped one of my friends off in their driveway and started pulling out of the driveway. I wasn’t so good at reversing. And it was dark. Then we heard it. A horrible screech from the back of the car. I ran into an aluminum trash can. It made a huuuuuge scratch. Like really big. Big enough that when I saw his face after he saw what I had done, I thought we were over. But he just looked at me, and said “Well… I guess we’ll have to practice reversing more!” Then he smiled, gave me a big hug, kissed me on the cheek and said “It’s just a car… don’t look so sad!”

That’s love, girls.

So boys, it really isn’t all about the car you drive… it’s about the memories that car makes. But it does help if it’s fast, too.