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Since this month we are celebrating our 6th anniversary, I will share the story of the night that Jase and I met.
We met on a blind date. People are always surprised to hear that, but it was never a big surprise to us. Both our parents met on blind dates (though, to be truthful, Sue took a sneak peek!)
Our mutual friend Marc Hardy set us up. He and Jason served in the same mission (though never side by side) and then later ended up in the same computer science class at BYU. I knew Marc through one of my roommates at Ricks College (she and Marc wrote during his mission). I later found out that she had a mission picture from Marc that had Jason in it so chances are I saw him even before we met (does that count as sneaking a peek?). Jason and Marc had decided to help each other find cute girls to date. Jason never lived up to his end of the bargain, however, Marc was rewarded handsomely (or should I say beautifully) not long afterwards.
November 16, 2002. Jason and Marc drove together to pick me up and Jason called me when they were almost to my house. I could hear Marc's voice in the background. "Marc says we will be there in about 2.6 minutes," Jason informed me, and I could tell that he was smiling. I had to smile, too. Marc had recently acquired a fancy new watch which he was quite proud of and quite proficient with (down to the .6 minute, mind you). I could tell we had both experienced this firsthand, and before I hung up we laughed as I told Jason how much I appreciated the accuracy.
Meeting your blind date is a funny feeling. Friends try to give you an idea of what your date will look like, but it's always going to be different than what you imagine. I imagined Jason taller. I also imagined dark brown hair for some reason. Even without taller and darker, he was still tall, dark and handsome. And he had nice pants.
On the way to Marc's apartment Jason was talking to his mom on the phone about how to cook the lasagna they would be serving. Suddenly we came upon some road construction that made driving tricky and Jason unexpectedly passed the phone to me. Jason's mom proceeded to give me the instructions for baking the lasagna. I was suddenly feeling a little pressure as I realized that if the lasagna didn't turn out right, it would be MY fault! And it was his mom's famous lasagna. Double pressure.
We sat and waited for the lasagna to cook and talked as the other couples arrived. I remember that we talked smoothies (I worked at Jamba Juice at the time and Jason was a veteran of Zuka Juice) and that we disagreed on how to butter the French bread. Jake and Sariah, the married couple with us that night, quizzed me about what "color" I was (from the Color Code). When I told them I was "a white," they shot knowing glances at Jason, casually mentioning how they were pretty sure whites were supposed to be very compatible with blues (as that is what Jason is). Meanwhile, I kept checking the lasagna and to my dismay it just did not look done. I was getting worried. Maybe it was supposed to look like that? I was relieved when we finally figured out that something was wrong with Marc's oven. We ended up waiting forever for it to cook. I was so hungry I didn't even care that I took seconds on the first date. And then we had Marc's famous cheesecake.
After dinner we played Cranium, which neither of us was very good at (and besides, playing with married people automatically makes it unfair odds). I got to see that Jason wasn't afraid to be silly and funny. We both hated the game and still do, but it served it's purpose.
Everyone then gathered in the living room and the others requested that Jason break out the guitar. He serenaded us and kept glancing at me every few lines (which was very cute). He sang a funny song he wrote on his mission about not getting any letters, "Stuck here in El Salvador" put to the tune of Green Day's "Time of Your Life." The guitar was my favorite part of the night (guys who play guitar and sing are a little weakness of mine--they must have known). Then Marc, surely wanting me to be duly impressed with the date he had set me up on, suggested: "Let's make up a song about Meg." (really meaning, Jason, make up a song about Meg.)
Jason laughed nervously and quickly replied with a smile, "Uh... well... uh... we'll save that for next time, okay, Meg?"
Jake pointed at Jason. "That was smooth. Way to get a second date, man."
When the night was over, I had this great feeling. I knew that even if nothing happened romantically between me and Jason, we would be still be good friends. There were none of the games and expectations that usually accompany first dates. That was a wonderfully welcome first. Actually, it was the best first ever.
December 2002
We met on a blind date. People are always surprised to hear that, but it was never a big surprise to us. Both our parents met on blind dates (though, to be truthful, Sue took a sneak peek!)
Our mutual friend Marc Hardy set us up. He and Jason served in the same mission (though never side by side) and then later ended up in the same computer science class at BYU. I knew Marc through one of my roommates at Ricks College (she and Marc wrote during his mission). I later found out that she had a mission picture from Marc that had Jason in it so chances are I saw him even before we met (does that count as sneaking a peek?). Jason and Marc had decided to help each other find cute girls to date. Jason never lived up to his end of the bargain, however, Marc was rewarded handsomely (or should I say beautifully) not long afterwards.
November 16, 2002. Jason and Marc drove together to pick me up and Jason called me when they were almost to my house. I could hear Marc's voice in the background. "Marc says we will be there in about 2.6 minutes," Jason informed me, and I could tell that he was smiling. I had to smile, too. Marc had recently acquired a fancy new watch which he was quite proud of and quite proficient with (down to the .6 minute, mind you). I could tell we had both experienced this firsthand, and before I hung up we laughed as I told Jason how much I appreciated the accuracy.
Meeting your blind date is a funny feeling. Friends try to give you an idea of what your date will look like, but it's always going to be different than what you imagine. I imagined Jason taller. I also imagined dark brown hair for some reason. Even without taller and darker, he was still tall, dark and handsome. And he had nice pants.
On the way to Marc's apartment Jason was talking to his mom on the phone about how to cook the lasagna they would be serving. Suddenly we came upon some road construction that made driving tricky and Jason unexpectedly passed the phone to me. Jason's mom proceeded to give me the instructions for baking the lasagna. I was suddenly feeling a little pressure as I realized that if the lasagna didn't turn out right, it would be MY fault! And it was his mom's famous lasagna. Double pressure.
We sat and waited for the lasagna to cook and talked as the other couples arrived. I remember that we talked smoothies (I worked at Jamba Juice at the time and Jason was a veteran of Zuka Juice) and that we disagreed on how to butter the French bread. Jake and Sariah, the married couple with us that night, quizzed me about what "color" I was (from the Color Code). When I told them I was "a white," they shot knowing glances at Jason, casually mentioning how they were pretty sure whites were supposed to be very compatible with blues (as that is what Jason is). Meanwhile, I kept checking the lasagna and to my dismay it just did not look done. I was getting worried. Maybe it was supposed to look like that? I was relieved when we finally figured out that something was wrong with Marc's oven. We ended up waiting forever for it to cook. I was so hungry I didn't even care that I took seconds on the first date. And then we had Marc's famous cheesecake.
After dinner we played Cranium, which neither of us was very good at (and besides, playing with married people automatically makes it unfair odds). I got to see that Jason wasn't afraid to be silly and funny. We both hated the game and still do, but it served it's purpose.
Everyone then gathered in the living room and the others requested that Jason break out the guitar. He serenaded us and kept glancing at me every few lines (which was very cute). He sang a funny song he wrote on his mission about not getting any letters, "Stuck here in El Salvador" put to the tune of Green Day's "Time of Your Life." The guitar was my favorite part of the night (guys who play guitar and sing are a little weakness of mine--they must have known). Then Marc, surely wanting me to be duly impressed with the date he had set me up on, suggested: "Let's make up a song about Meg." (really meaning, Jason, make up a song about Meg.)
Jason laughed nervously and quickly replied with a smile, "Uh... well... uh... we'll save that for next time, okay, Meg?"
Jake pointed at Jason. "That was smooth. Way to get a second date, man."
When the night was over, I had this great feeling. I knew that even if nothing happened romantically between me and Jason, we would be still be good friends. There were none of the games and expectations that usually accompany first dates. That was a wonderfully welcome first. Actually, it was the best first ever.
3 comments:
That's so fun, I never knew how you guys officially met. Congrats on the anniversary this month!
Congratualtions on 6 years! :) Such a cute story, especially to tell Janie when she gets older. :)
Such a fun story, Meg. Thanks for sharing! Nathan and I also met on a semi-blind date. I knew what he looked like (I'd seen his picture), but he only had a general description of me. It's a good thing he likes red-heads ;)
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