All through our church meetings that fateful Sunday, the leadership kept talking about the pot-luck our congregation was having that afternoon. I knew if I were brand-new to the ward, I would want to go, but, not knowing who I'd sit by, I'd be too chicken to actually show up.
So I texted Chris. "Hey, are you going to break the fast?"
The answer was yes. And then we started talking about what we food were bringing to share, and it just kinda kept going. Finally I teased him, "if your blondies bomb, you could theoretically blame me for distracting you. But I will deny everything!!"
"LOL, don't worry, I would never do that! I choose to be distracted, and no matter how they turn out, I chose well."
I didn't even know what to say to that.
After texting each other for a total of three hours, we also sat together at break the fast. All my friends made fun of us for being so wrapped up in talking to each other that we ignored everyone else. This was true to a point -- when they started talking in front of Chris about the game night to happen in a few hours, I noticed, and thought it was a little rude. So I invited him to come, and he did.
We kept talking at the game night, or at least tried. I leaned my head on the back of the couch, drowsy and a little glum.
"Are you okay?" he asked finally.
"Just tired," I told him. "Believe it or not, I'm an introvert, and I've just had too much people-ness today. It makes me feel worn out." I considered, and made a deliberate tactical move, just to test the waters. "Maybe I should go on a walk or something. But it would be dumb to go alone, in the dark..."
"Well, I could go with you?" Hook, line, and sinker. Which was great, but now, it was time for a solid dose of honesty.
"Actually," I laughed a little, "I think it's mostly talking to you all day that has made me so tired!" The man positively gaped at me. "It's nothing personal, I promise! It's just that new people wear me out especially."
"I guess I can understand that."
"I just hope I sleep okay, since I have to work tomorrow. On the fourth of July!" There was a collective boo, hiss! from the group. "Do you have any plans tomorrow?" I asked him.
"Just the ward FHE activity."
I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there too. There's soccer on Tuesday, as well."
"Soccer?" His eyes lit up. "They didn't mention that at church."
"Oh, no, it was the ward e-mail list. Text me your e-mail address later and I'll send you the link."
Which he did, along with a little note. "Thanks for helping me get acquainted with people from the ward and for getting to know me. You're a Godsend." I remember thinking something along the lines of either this guy just has a way with girls, or I'm a total sucker for flattery.
Maybe both.
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