When last we left them....

I believe the last post about Chapter 1 of When Matthew met Kasey, left off with him picking me up for our first date. One extremely different thing about how me and Matt started off was that we weren't friends before the date. It was pretty much a cold call- like the dates you see in movies. Sometimes couples can't even define their first date because they always hung out when they were friends and then just slowly made the transition. If you go on a date with a friend- you already know them. All I knew about Matt before our first date was that he was from Leonard, played football, and that he was tall & handsome. So our first date was filled with the basic general questions about each other. But before we could get to the questions.... we had to park. It was a crowded parking lot and Jenny's a big truck...and that combined with being nervous.... caused Matthew to have to re-park the truck about 5 times. I immediately made a mental note that if this thing worked out- I would have to remember to make fun of him, but for now I would smile and make sure he knew that I wasn't judging him on his parking skills. When we went to sit on a bench outside to wait for our table, I remember sitting awkwardly far from him and regretting it because I couldn't hear him that well and I didn't want him to think I didn't like him already- but it was too awkward to scoot closer. While I'm trying to figure out a smooth way to move closer to him, we talk about our family and how we grew up. When we got to the table we were both relieved to be sitting where we could both see TVs. "I was watching the Ranger's before we left, I was hoping to see the end." I said. Then he confessed, "I was watching the Longhorn's game before we left and was hoping to catch it too." (Imagine the light bulb noise happening in our heads) We then began to talk about sports for a good percentage of the time- both the teams and people we loved and what we played ourselves. I breathed sighs of reliefs when he hated the people my Dad hated and loved the people he loved- it just makes things easier. haha. To this day it's a subject we can't talk enough about. I love watching him talk about football, he gets so passionate and excited- I wish I could've seen him play. When we had exhausted sports Matt asked, "So when did you become a Christian?" It was so bold a question it caught me by surprise but I was excited to talk about it. We then talked about our spiritual walks and what the Lord was doing in our lives... Little did we know that He was doing something pretty big that night. We ate good food and never ran out of things to talk about and my jaw hurt from smiling so much. I later found out that, that night was the first time Matt hadn't  finished a meal.....ever. He claims he was a little distracted. On the way back I made a smart comment about if he was going to be able to get out of the parking spot ok, and talked about our weekend plans. In my head I was trying to figure out how would I kiss him..... he's so tall... I can't get up there....I could pull up a chair....that's stupid.....I could jump..... that's dangerous...... ugh! He walked me up to my door and I said thanks for dinner and hugged him goodbye- eyeing the chair on the porch and then chickening out... and he left. I came back inside and sat on the couch and was mad I didn't kiss him, but couldn't stop smiling either. I immediately typed a text to him that said "I had a good time tonight." and stared at the phone wondering when it would be appropriate the press send. 10 minutes later I sent it and immediately got a text that said "me too. : )" He didn't seem like the cutesy-text-smiley-face sender-all-the-time-guy.....so I thought, this has to be good.