I know many of you have been asking what the story is behind this. I've purposefully neglected to tell it. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Benjamin with every inch of my being. Maybe I just see how I "re-met" my husband-to-be at a gay bar as a moo-point. Meaning, it doesn't matter.
A gar bar you ask? (Yea, BRICK in POMONA, CA.) to be exact. Now the point I wish to clarify is why I was there to begin with.
An acquaintance of mine had sent me an invite to her birthday party online (FACEBOOK, you're getting free advertisement right now). It was a charity type-of deal in which you bring a toy to the club and that rids you of a cover charge. I totally loved the idea but I wasn't too sure about attending as there were a few other events that night that I was motivated to go to ( I am not a fan of "clubbing" or the environment it yields). However, my best friend Kristin talked me into going.
While on our way there, my over-protective, loving, father asked me what the name of the club was (so he could have our family body-guard meet up with me there) I told him the name and he "GOOGLED" it. The next text I read from my dad went a little something like, "You're meeting church friends at a gay bar?"
Now, this didn't phase me, as my dad often "jokes" with me.
It.
Was.
Not.
A.
Joke.
Don't get me wrong, I don't mind gay people at all. In fact, I don't mind bars too much either. HOWEVER, If I am going to walk into a club and turn around to see two grown men (nearly in their birthday suits) kissing, I'd like to be advised prior-to. I had no idea.
Finally I found a few friends I recognized from my old church. We were all a bit frazzled at the circumstances. We sat down and began to catch up when it happened.
He noticed me.
My husband-to-be walked up to me and said, "hello". I had been formerly acquainted to him but nothing intimate. So how did I respond? Oh, you know me. I played it "calm and collective" by ignoring the poor chap. That's right. I ignored my future husband. Rejected. Denied. Ignored. Just a few of the words to describe how I responded to him..
He walked away, head hung in shame.
Our party moved its way to the dance floor. I can't say I didn't watch him all night, because I did. He didn't talk to me, though. I guess it didn't dawn on me that I IGNORED HIM not even an hour earlier. So how did I get his attention? I had his number from a year earlier when we were working in a homeless ministry together sooooo I utilized my Blackberry and I texted him, "So this is awkward". Ohh yeahhh, your girl is smooth. (Lines like "So this is awkward" are the best way to break the ice when you are two heterosexual people who have found themselves unintentionally in a strictly homosexual environment.)
After that, I think Ben knew he was texting his future Mrs. May. Ben went on to ask me out on a date, to which I cordially accepted his invite. After the date which took place less than a week later-- Wow.. all I can say is I have tasted Heaven's nectar and found it sweet!
Bone of my Bone, Flesh of my Flesh..I met the man I was created for at a gay bar.
great story!
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