How many times have we heard that
phrase? I remember hearing it a billion times, watching my friends meet the men
of their dreams and they would just shrug and say, “Sometimes, you just know…”
UGH! That used to kill me! What does that
MEAN? I’d think.
My Pinterest board titled “Mr.
Right” has over a thousand pins, one of which is a picture of a chalkboard sign
that couples display at their wedding, “First date… First kiss… ‘I love you’...
‘Will you?’… ‘I do!’” with the dates beside each monumental moment. One sign
caused my heart to jump into my throat. The dates were so close to each other,
the first date and the “I do!” being only a year apart. I remember editing the
commentaries (you know, the caption that you barely ever change unless it’s
full of profanities or grammatically incorrect?) and put, “Love this idea, but
the dates for me will be much further apart!” I had it in my head that when I
fell in love, it would be a slow process, like thick syrup that you bang on the
bottom of the bottle just to get a little dollop on your pancakes.
I met
Shaun while working in the café at Barnes and Noble. He came in regularly,
toting his backpack and usually wearing his hair slicked back under a St. Louis
Blues ball-cap. My immediate thought was that he favored Harry Potter (He HATES
that. Don’t ever tell him he favors Harry Potter!) and that he was really
really REALLY attractive.
Me:
“Hi, what can I get started for you?”
Shaun: “I’d like a grande mocha, please.”
Me: “Whipped cream?”
Shaun: “Oh yeah.”
Me: “And what’s your name?”
Shaun: “Shaun.”
Me: “How do you spell that?”
Shaun: “S-H-A-U-N”
Me: “Oh, good! You know those guys who spell it with an ‘E-A’? That drives me nuts, because I spell words out in my head as I say them and it just throws me off because I always want to say ‘Seen.’” (I realize how much I’m rambling and quickly turn to the espresso machine.)
Shaun takes a few steps over so he can talk to me while I make his drink, “Yeah, it’s spelled a little differently than the usual spellings. It’s comes from…” and then he went on, talking about where his name came from.
Shaun: “I’d like a grande mocha, please.”
Me: “Whipped cream?”
Shaun: “Oh yeah.”
Me: “And what’s your name?”
Shaun: “Shaun.”
Me: “How do you spell that?”
Shaun: “S-H-A-U-N”
Me: “Oh, good! You know those guys who spell it with an ‘E-A’? That drives me nuts, because I spell words out in my head as I say them and it just throws me off because I always want to say ‘Seen.’” (I realize how much I’m rambling and quickly turn to the espresso machine.)
Shaun takes a few steps over so he can talk to me while I make his drink, “Yeah, it’s spelled a little differently than the usual spellings. It’s comes from…” and then he went on, talking about where his name came from.
I
could listen to him talk about random information all the time, I thought.
But I quickly pushed the thought away, smiled at him and handed him his drink.
The rest of his time there he sat at a table close to the café bar, and I’d
constantly look over at him. When I’d walk by his table, we’d exchange smiles,
but in the back of my head I kept saying: You
don’t like him, you don’t like him.
You see, I’d been out of a relationship for a few months, and was taking some time to really become comfortable in my singleness. I was tired of depending on men to reaffirm my value. I wanted to feel valuable as a single woman of God. I really grew a lot in that time frame, and I was enjoying my singleness. I’d gotten into the habit of telling myself that I didn’t like a guy that I found attractive, as a way to avoid daydreaming about our future together, especially when I didn’t know his last name.
You see, I’d been out of a relationship for a few months, and was taking some time to really become comfortable in my singleness. I was tired of depending on men to reaffirm my value. I wanted to feel valuable as a single woman of God. I really grew a lot in that time frame, and I was enjoying my singleness. I’d gotten into the habit of telling myself that I didn’t like a guy that I found attractive, as a way to avoid daydreaming about our future together, especially when I didn’t know his last name.
Shaun
came in a few times after that initial meeting, and I would see him around the
store. One time he came in to the store while I was working at the bookfloor cash
registers, and I had to keep myself from shouting out his name to say hi. The
next time we spoke he came in to the café with his friend Wes, and I grabbed a
cup for Shaun’s drink and said, “Shaun, right?” He smiled and said, “Yeah! And
you are…” he looked at my name tag, “Candice. I’ll remember that.” I made his
drink and gushed a little to myself, but quickly told myself I didn’t like him.
Little did I know that he went to a table with Wes and said, “I think that girl
is interested in me.” To which Wes responded, “Totally.”
According to Shaun, that’s when he started
to come in to Barnes and Noble with the intention of seeing me, and sometimes
he would, and sometimes he would sit at
table and work on homework for
hours, waiting for me to come in. He was trying to work up the courage to talk
to me again when he would see me, but he didn’t get the chance until two days
after Easter, when I was covering a 15-minute break in the café. Because I was
working on the bookfloor that day, I was wearing a dress with a cardigan. I’d
thrown on an apron and whipped my hair in a quick bun, and I nervously moved
around the café because we had a big-wig manager there observing. Shaun came up
and smiled, “Hey Candice!” I grinned, “Hi! What can I get started for you?” He ordered
a multi-grain bagel with creamed cheese and a grande mocha with whip. As I was
writing on his cup, writing his name without question, he asked me how my
Easter went. I told him it was good, but that I had stayed here and my mom had visited
a few days before. He asked me what I was in VA for, and I told him I was in
grad school for counseling. He told me he was in the grad program for
philosophy. I asked him how much further he had in the program, and then after
he answered I went to toast his bagel. I remember closing the griller on the
bagel and staring down at my gloved hands, “You DON’T like him.” I mouthed to
myself. I looked over my shoulder and saw him standing by the espresso
machines, watching me with a smile. I blushed and turned back around quickly.
As I handed him his bagel and finished his drink, he asked me how much further
I had in the counseling program. I answered his question and started to walk
away when he asked, “Maybe we could hang out sometime?” he asked for my last
name so we could be friends on Facebook (unbeknownst to me, he’d already found
me on Facebook!).
The
independence and comfort I found in my season of singleness has positively
affected my relationship with Shaun. I
was able to trust him quickly, because I studied his character and learned
about him before getting super involved. Our relationship has moved quickly, but
it has been saturated in prayer and constant guidance from God.
Here
are some things about Shaun that are weird and quirky, but have completely
affected how I do things:
1. He likes clean feet.
He’s not weird about my feet, but I’m weird
about my feet. I’ve always thought they were dirty and crusty and always hated
people touching them. He’s never been a feet-person either, but he seems to
always grab my feet, give them a nice rub or just let them sit in his lap.
Personally, however, he is very very particular about how clean his feet are.
Because he plays hockey, he is careful to avoid getting different kinds of
fungus or whatever hockey players get on their feet. Since we have started
dating, I have tried to keep my toe nails painted and have scrubbed my foot
with a pedi-stone almost every day. As a result, I confidently wear sandals,
stick my feet wherever I want them to go, and I don’t cringe when he grabs them
and gives me a nice foot massage.
2. He always clears out running applications
on his phone and iPad.
Before we started dating, I always
had a billion applications running on my phone and on my tablet. I actually had
NO idea how to shut off the applications that were running on my tablet. (Something
he just resolved the other dayJ)
After weeks of seeing him closing out an application immediately after he was
done using it, I’ve started doing the same. Not as an “I want to be just like
him and do what he does” thing, but it is more of a “that’s smart. He’s smart.
I’m going to do this too.” And it has become a habit. Just like my feet, it’s a
small improvement to my life that can be attributed to Shaun.
3. He believes there is good in everyone.
During my season of singleness, I
went to counseling and learned that I see things in black and white. Either
people are good, or they are bad. This is interesting because I want to go into
counseling, but I feel like I am able to see the good in strangers, but when I
personally know someone and they do something to hurt me, I usually can’t get
past it. Shaun, however, sees the good in everyone. Someone upsets him, but he
still sees their value as a person, and he gives so many second chances that
it’s amazing. Even with me, sometimes I get flustered and I will snap at him,
and within 5 minutes I’ll say, “I’m sorry I snapped.” He just smiles, gives me
a quick kiss, and tells me it’s okay.
4. Every belief he has and every choice he has
made is backed with a story and reason.
Shaun is a deep thinker who
over-analyzes and has to process things to the point of exhaustion… Which I
LOVE, because I’m the exact same way. I love that if he made a choice in his
youth there is a reason behind it. He has a lesson learned for any mistake he
has made. There have been many instances where he’s seen my brow furrowed, and
he will know exactly what I am thinking, and I can do the same with him. We get
each other. It’s amazing.
5. He is always willing to spend time with me
and makes it a point to show that I am a priority in his life.
In almost all of my previous
relationships, I felt like an after-thought; and I felt like my boyfriend was
an after-thought. But with Shaun, he is always making time to see me. We can’t
spend a day without seeing each other and even then we will talk on the phone
and text throughout the day. I always want to see him. I always want to know
what he’s doing, and I always want him to know what I’m doing. Every fear and
worry that I have he hears and has a solution or a strong shoulder for me to
rest on. I just feel like I can curl up next to him and he’ll protect me from
everything, including myself. I am my worst critic, and he’s always right
there, telling me how beautiful I am. I don’t depend on him to make me feel
valuable, but he has become my constant, my biggest fan, and my best friend.
So now that you are adequately sick of this lovey dovey
mess, I will conclude it with saying that all of this has been given to me by
the grace of God. I fully believe that if I had had not had that time of
singleness to really find my independence in Christ, I would not be with Shaun right
now. We both had to come to a place where we didn’t NEED a relationship, and as
soon as God saw that we were prepared, He put us together.
Therefore… When you know, you know.
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