One of my (Melaina) favorite things to do when we meet with a couple is to find out their story. How did they meet? How long have they been together? How did the proposal happen? Pretty much I'm a sucker for a good love story. Ask Jason; he knows that 9 times out of 10 I'm going to pick the romantic-comedy or dramatic love story option if he gives me a choice in movies. (The 1 out 10 times I don't is because I feel bad that I always make him watch rom-coms.)
The other day I was thinking about how I love to hear our #JandMsweethearts' love stories, and realized that maybe they'd want to know ours? Maybe instead of just posting basic information in our About Us page on our website, I could tell our love story. That seems only fair, right?
So here we go.
How We Met
Back in the summer of 2003, I found myself packing up my belongings and traveling south on I-35 to San Marcos, Texas. I was transferring colleges yet again and was a few weeks out from my first semester at Texas State University. The boyfriend who was to transfer to Texas State with me had become an ex-boyfriend, so I literally knew NO ONE at this new college, and set foot on campus for the very first time at transfer student orientation. At orientation I met a gregarious girl named Katie and we became instant friends. Later when I went to the Baptist Student Ministry on campus for the first time, I found out Katie hung out there too. She was heading up a ministry called Jericho Road, where students from the BSM would take pb & j sandwiches and lemonade to the downtown square of San Marcos at midnight on Thursdays and pass out sandwiches to fellow students who were leaving the closing bars, all in the hopes of serving others and having some genuine conversations.
Because Katie was the one person I knew at Texas State, because I was desperate to make friends, and because I wanted to get back involved in ministry after a year of not really caring about church or God, I went to Jericho Road. But I was nervous and really didn't want to hand out sandwiches. So I volunteered to be in the prayer walking group which, as the name implies, walked around the square and prayed during Jericho Road. In said group that week, there was a boy named Jason and a girl named Stormy (who would later become one of my roommates and even later we would photograph her wedding). As the three of us walked around the square, Jason & Stormy quietly prayed while I kept awkwardly talking to fill the silence.
Years later, when I asked Jason about his memory of our first meeting, he said that he thought I was a girl who talked a lot.
Thus Jason & I began our relationship as what I would call casual acquaintances. If we found ourselves in the same group of people, we would talk. If we saw each other on campus, we'd say hi. But we weren't exactly friends. Case in point, I have a memory from that year of getting on the Texas State Tram (the bus system that circled campus) and seeing Jason & a friend towards the back of the bus. When we saw each other, we gave slight waves, and then I sat down at the front and we rode the rest of the way without talking.
It wasn't exactly love at first sight.
But if it wasn't love at first sight, maybe it was interest at first letter?