The Longest First Date Ever…

It’s 3:32 am and I am finally home. Alive and well. I think I may have officially had the longest first date ever. I think we came in at right under 62 hours. Maybe it’s not an official world record, but I’d like to think it’s right up there with it. First, let me say that I know it was a terrible, stupid thing I did, jumping in a truck with a stranger with nothing but the clothes on my back and my license so they could I.D. my body. Second, let me say that those who know were less than surprised at this. Third, let me say after being with said truck driver for almost 3 full days, I was sad when he dropped me off at my car.

If you are single, you are probably quite aware of the build a mate dream. You know the one where you pick all of the good qualities of every potential forever mate you ever had and put them all together on that mental list to create the perfect person?

This guy was very close to all the things on my list: he is smart, he is handsome, he has a great smile, he has a great personality, he’s good with people, he is kind, he is generous, and most importantly, he is funny.

We had a great time going to Columbus, but we were laughing so hard on the way back from Columbus, we didn’t even realize we had gone through Lexington. He thought we still had more to go, and then we were at the state line. Neither of us recalled Lexington. Possibly because by that point we were so tired, but more than likely because we were laughing hysterically. He has the best stories. And I’m not terribly boring either.

Spending time with him was like spending time with an old friend. Talking and laughing with him felt the same way it feels when I’m with my girlfriends. It was fun and easy. And I learned something new about myself: I question everything. He’s a smart guy. He’s been around. But every time he would give me a tidbit of info I would say, “are you sure?” and then I would google it. He was right every single time. It became kind of a joke between him and Siri.

I’m not typically a religious type person, but there are a few things that have a tendency to stick out in my head. The biggest one is the one that I have scoffed at over and over again about submitting to your man. I read a quote once that said, “be a man worth submitting to.” And I never quite understood what it meant until I met this guy.  He is the epitome of a real man. A man of God even. Like I said, I’m not getting real religious on you or anything, I’m just making an observation.

He and I are in agreement that you meet everyone for a reason, for a season, or for a lifetime (those are his exact words). And I told him, even if I never see him again (which I hope I do and I’m sure I will), I’m ridiculously glad I met him just to have the knowledge that people like him exist.

I know I’m making it seem like this dude walks on water and then turns it into wine. He doesn’t. He definitely bought the wine. But he’s just a good dude. Of course he’s not perfect, nobody is, but if we keep getting along the way we did on our longest date ever, there’s a very good chance I will be making regular trips to Memphis to hang out because he is totally worth every mile.

I know that sharing a story like this will bring out those who don’t want to see anybody happy and could maybe jinx the whole situation, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take just in case there is one person who had totally lost faith in finding someone compatible. There really is someone for everyone even if it’s only for a brief moment in time.

I’ll probably write one more blog about this after I get my final thoughts together on this whole surreal adventure, but for now, I need sleep.

So until tomorrow….


  1. What a lovely post! crikey, though, sounds a bit dangerous of a thing to do. Hope things work out with you and trucker man, he sounds like a catch! Best wishes and happy holidays x


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