The first time Beau ever saw me … well, let’s just say, I was otherwise engaged … with someone else’s lips. Yep, for real. I was kissing a former beau (notice the lowercase) good-bye. Actually the guy was a friend of Beau’s. This took place in the music building parking lot at our local college.
That’s it. We weren’t introduced. Nothing. I didn’t see him. He just saw me. He says he thought I was beautiful. 
Little did he know, he would see me again.
Over a year later, he did.
You see, when he saw me the first time, I was away at another college and not serving God at all.
However, after running from God for a couple of years, I finally gave my heart to Him fully, with no abandon, no compromise. True love found.
I was meeting a new Christian friend at the Burger King on campus, where a local youth pastor (now my pastor, chief boss, and friend who has spoken into my life and given guidance the last 17 years) met with his college kids for lunch.
And, guess who was there with his long, curly, rocker hair and shorts?
You got it … the real Beau.
We were introduced and he proceeded to do the whole, “Haven’t we met before? You look familiar.” (Remember the parking lot …) He says he wasn’t trying to pick me up. I just said I didn’t know who the heck he was.
And, that was it.
I started attending the same church he attended and we were involved in the same ministries.
Ya’ll … he was a jerk and I didn’t like him. So cocky. So obnoxious. So mean.
He was that boy in 1st grade who was always punching me. I didn’t like to be around him because he was always teasing me.
Several years past. I dated other people. He dated other people.
Then there came a day when neither one of us was dating and I was just enjoying being alone.
This mean ol’ boy had become a lot nicer, but still sassy. 
We had lots of mutual friends and hung out often. I was able to tolerate him more and more and actually started to think he was quite witty and fun.
Time passed.
One night after a church service, he cornered me in the foyer area.
He asked, “Would you like to go out after church? To dinner?”
I said, “Just as friends, right?” (just wanted to lay it all out there)
He said, “Of course.” (His plan was set in motion.)
I was kind of nervous and felt awkward the first 15 minutes or so, and then totally natural … comfortable.
Who wouldn’t be comfortable at TGIFriday’s?
We ate and talked and laughed.
We headed to the park because we couldn’t stop talking and the restaurant was closing. (Don’t get any ideas. It was a first date, people. And we were “just friends.”)
We talked until 4:00 a.m. (not the most appropriate time to head home, but I lived alone … he couldn’t come back to my place … even more inappropriate)
The conversation was great. So natural.
After I finally got back home, I thought of what a wonderful time I had and how great he was.
This guy made me feel so special. So beautiful. So interesting. 
We talked quite a bit the next few weeks and finally announced reluctantly to the world that we were dating. You know how it feels when you have to tell everyone you’re dating. Weirdness. We secretly dated until we were ready to face the music.
He always treated me like a princess and like I was the best thing that ever happened to him and the most beautiful woman in the world. He made me complete, for real, ya’ll. (I know it’s cliche’. Deal with it.)
Those “just friends” will be married 15 years this year. And he still makes my heart flutter.
As a matter of fact, I just read this to him and got a little choked up. God, I’m thankful for that man.
Rachel made me do this … sort of. She’ll have more stories at her place. Go on over.