Our Meet-Cute

High School Sweethearts

Chance and I have gone to school together since the 5th grade. We didn't really meet, however, until my best friend and Chance's neighbor, Jocelyn, introduced the two of us outside of the car-riders' line. Little did I know that the baby-faced football player wearing a Saw shirt and long, blonde hair would be my future somebody. Chance later asked for my number by me locker. After a couple of weeks of talking on the phone, in between classes, and at other school's football games, we started "going out" just after Chance's 16th birthday. 

Chance claims he doesn't remember this, but I distinctly recall turning him down when he asked me to go to Six Flags with a group to celebrate his birthday. He asked me to go, and I promised to check and see if I could. After a considerable amount of thought, I made up a lame and most likely transparent (to anyone other than a teenage boy) excuse about not being able to make it. Reason being? I was terrified of getting on the Monster Plantation Ride with the heavy and dreaded expectation that I might have to kiss him before the light at the end of the monster-filled tunnel of love. Does Six Flags even realize the kind of pressure they are putting on young, slightly prude minds?! In all seriousness though, my 15-year-old brain just wasn't ready to kiss a boy I hadn't even agreed to date yet.


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Our first "date" could be, and has been, considered an afternoon trip to Waffle House. That's right, Waffle House. My mom was greatly concerned with allowing me to ride in the "hooligan's" newly attained Firebird (not to be confused with a new car because that thing was falling apart), but she finally agreed to a short ride to whatever eatery was closest, ergo Waffle House off hwy 20. Chance picked Mallory up from an after-school practice of the play High School Musical, presented me with a Butterfinger candy bar, and opened my car door. From then on, we dated throughout our high school career.


After a brief break and time to experience our freshman year of college, we met to catch up after months of not seeing or speaking to each other. Where did we meet? You guessed it: the Waffle House on hwy 20. We have been together through the thick and thin, loving every second of what the present holds and looking forward to what the future has in store.