My dad told me I couldn’t date until I was eighteen. This was always the magic age when I was growing up. Only he didn’t quite do the math because he was thinking that I would be in college, but I was eighteen my whole senior year of high school.
So although there were a couple of boys that I “liked” that also “liked” me in my early high school years, I had my first boyfriend when I was in my senior year in high school. I’ll qualify that at a very strict school where I went, that pretty much meant we walked to class and ate lunch together, this was not the typical American public school relationship.
He was a very nice, cute guy that seemed to really love the Lord. He had a lot of great qualities, but he didn’t, shall we say, have a way with words.
One evening after a banquet, all the students at our little Christian boarding school piled into the library, where we milled around and enjoyed punch and cookies. It was a chilly night, and there was a fire burning in the fireplace. As we were standing there close to the fire talking, he stopped in the middle of what he was saying and looked intently into my eyes. It was a little awkward for a second. Then he said, “It’s so cool, I can see the fire in your eyes. Oh. Wait. Did you think I was looking into your eyes? Haaaaa! Hooooo! Haaaa!” He laughed like a hyena for a full three minutes! Well, in a situation like that, ya just gotta join in!
Another time we had just watched a movie. We, along with the other kids, were discussing it. My boyfriend, talking about the female lead in the movie, proclaimed to me in front of everyone, “She wasn’t pretty at all; in fact, she was ugly. You’re even prettier than she is!” He had no idea why I didn’t like his compliment! He may not have had a way with words, but we did share a lot of laughs!