I was out of college and teaching at a small Christian school in Lincoln, Nebraska. Everyone seemed to think that it just wasn’t right that I wasn’t married yet, and they all knew of someone that I just had to meet. At first I was horrified. I had been set up on one date in my life, and it was awkward at best. No way. I was not interested. After about a year of this, though, I wizened up because, although everyone had someone they wanted to introduce me to, no one ever actually introduced me to anyone. So I changed my standard response to, “Sure, I’ll meet him. When? Just let me know.” Then I’d go on my merry way laughing at my little joke.
Then I met Sherri Bossard at a grad class at the University of Nebraska, and she was the exception. She kept mentioning this Jason. I was sure I wouldn’t be interested—after all, he was four years younger than I. But Sheri was so much fun and I loved being around her family, so I readily agreed to have dinner at her house and meet Jason.
On that fateful evening I rang the door bell and entered the house. In the living room sat Sherri’s husband and their three sons and Jason’s dad and his four boys. Not one of the nine said a word, and the only one not staring at me was Jason. Evidentially Sherri had really talked up my “nice personality,” and told them that my name was “Esther” which (much to my mother’s indignation later when she heard the story) did not sound very appealing to them. Looking back, I think Sherri really did me a favor because it wouldn’t have taken much for me to exceed their expectations. Well, since everyone just kept staring at me and no one was talking, I excused myself to help Sherri in the kitchen.
I enjoyed the meal, as I always did at Sherri’s house. After supper the boys were all going Go Carting. It was the Friday after my week of teachers’ meetings, and in all honesty I was exhausted, so I didn’t join them. It had been a pleasant evening, although Jason didn’t say much.
A few days later I was surprised to get a phone call. “Hi, Esther. This is Jason. I met you the other night at the Bossard’s.”
“Yes, Hi!” I replied.
“I didn‘t know if you‘d remember me,” he said.
“I remember you,” I replied.
“Good! I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me Friday night, say around 6:00?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Really?” He sounded shocked. (How sweet, I thought.) “Ok. Great! Bye.” And he hung up. I was so surprised that he hung up that I actually stood there looking at the phone for several moments.
More from our love story: Our First Date.
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I love your stories! Maybe one day I’ll write more about my past, too. If only I could remember life before kids…
Great Story! reminds me of how I met my man, actually- we were set up on a ‘group blind date’- but I was the only one actually Really & Truly Paired- and our arranging friend only told ME about this ‘pairing’
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Wonderful story! Thanks for sharing this post with us! I hope you can continue to link up with us each week! Nice to meet you!
Great story!! Thanks for sharing.
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Esther, I swear you’re my long lost sister! As a matter of fact, my mom almost named me Esther. I love this story. I think I’ll have to share my love story and tag you with it so you can see how I met my hubby too
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Aw, that’s so sweet! I was once set up this way as well, but it didn’t have such a happy ending! I ended up meeting my husband at church.
Wow… sometimes Love happens in a least expected circumstances of our lives! When my husband and I met for the very first time, we never knew that we will be THE ONE destined to be for each other! That’s what we call “Miracles happen everyday..”
So cute!! I was set up with my hubby by his mom. She knew she’d met “the one” and she wouldn’t leave him alone until he finally agreed to call me
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This is nice, when we find our soul mate it is no coincidence. God set the situation up for just as it is suppose to happen. I actually met my husband online prior to moving to Chicago, I was just reaching out to people to get information about the city. We became friends once I moved, we stayed friends for 3 years before dating…and now he’s hubby!
Thanks for sharing