The best Valentine’s Day is one that is spent in pajamas watching Bridget Jones Diary and Gilmore Girls. You can’t beat that.
But in honor of the special occasion…
Here is a V-Day treat.
T-bone and I met through his girlfriend. Who was a roommate of one of my friends and fellow sorority sister…..
I was zoned in from the moment I met him.
That was almost 2 years ago and he and his girl are about to get engaged.
I was not bothered by this tiny detail.
Because I once heard part of a radio broadcast of Dr. Laura saying any man is free game as long as he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring…
I really like Dr. Laura’s style on this.
So I was still in the game.
But low and behold I get a phone call from my friend over Christmas break.
“They Broke Up!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Deeds said she remembers all the screaming for joy ensued there after.
“Operation Boyfriend” commenced that very night and I had 2 best friends helping me coerce T-bone into falling in love with me.
The 3 of us devised all types of sneaky attempts of putting T-bone and I together. Group dates, random house visits, getting important intel about his whereabouts and what not.
It took a year of light stalking and scheming.
And don’t get it twisted- I wasn’t at home knitting when he wasn’t falling for all my business.
In fact, during that time, I was falling short on chapel credits because here is a shocker: I lost my card to show I had been to chapel. and B) I didn’t go.
So I devised a great plan to get me to start going to chapel at good ole HSU.
Note: the University I attended mandated every student to attend so many chapel ceremonies. Most students take care of this within there first 2 years at HSU. Me- I was scrounging for chapel credit up until the semester I graduated.
Chapel dates. Yes. We have to be there anyway SO might as well make a date out of it.
Well: I still didn’t go even when I did get a date for chapel. And do you know that wasn’t easy, either.
Yeah- when I would ask a boy to ask me out on a chapel date, he would freeze up and get weird and good grief – it’s not like you are spending any money, you have to be there anyway. I’m just putting some icing on this obligation and calling it a date.
Nope-many still didn’t go for this. And it was totally their loss because I’m a really good time.
(Editor’s Note (from Ben) Tate and I went to HSU at the same time and ran around in the same circles. Never once did she ask me on a “Chapel Date.” I like to think I would have gone, but honestly, I probably would have looked at her like she was a wing nut. I was a bit of a cynic in college–and probably still am. The first time I saw Tate was at Chapel…that’s a whole other story for a different time.)
If I were man at Hardin-Simmons University, what would I do with all my power?
You see HSU is a Baptist liberal arts college in the belt buckle of the Bible Belt called Abilene Texas. I tried desperately to be a lady there- but if ever being lady got in the way of fun- the lady-ness would have to take a leave of absence.
For example: at dances I would try to wait for a guy to ask me a dance.
Because me, I am dancing fool.
So when no one would ask me to dance, I would either run through galloping on my imaginary horse amongst the dancing couples- I mean, I didn’t straight iron my hair for nothing! Or I would just wait patiently like a little flower with my hand held up in the air just in case one of the guys couldn’t see me ( I was usually taller all the girls and most guys) but just in case- I would leave my hand up to let them know I was here to dance.
Later- I would just tell them to ask me to dance and what song selection I preferred.
You know because some guys are better at fast dancing. And some are better at slow dancing.
And the thing is once I caught T-bone he doesn’t even like to dance. So whenever I go to dances, I still have to figure out how to trick men into dancing with me.
Luckily, Dan is getting older and he is my kid. So I can make him dance with me anytime I want. ❤️️❤️️❤️️
I also forgot how much I love judging and rating everyone’s Valentine’s gifts on Facebook.
That’s always a lot of fun.