David and Rebekkah- The Early Years :)

I thought that it would be fun to post the story of how David and I met on the blog as a way to reminisce and to help any unfamiliar readers get to know more about us. Also, I have never truly chronicled our dating story, and I think that it is about time that I get to it!

David and I both attended Mississippi State University, his sister Mary Hunter was a Delta Gamma with me, and we both attended Reformed University Fellowship (RUF). The first time I remember seeing David was one evening at the Delta Gamma house when he was eating dinner with his sister. It was the spring of my junior year, and I specifically remember him that night. I can't exactly describe my thought at the time, but I do remember thinking that something was special about him. I even thought that our paths might cross at some point. It's crazy sounding, but I call it intuition. The second time I saw him was at the Delta Gamma Crawfish Boil. He was someone else's date at that particular party, but a big group of us went to get ice cream after the party, and, again, he caught my eye.

It wasn't until the beginning of my senior year that we formally met. David's roommate Sam was dating my roommate Katherine (they are now married, too), and we were all invited over to David and Sam's house for a beginning-of-the-year cookout. On the Thursday before the cookout, Mary Hunter introduced us at RUF, and David told me what to bring to the cookout that weekend. That Friday I worked hard in the kitchen and searched for the perfect "cookout" outfit. I wasn't specifically trying to catch David's eye that night, but I did want to make a good impression.

At the cookout, David and I didn't talk that much. In fact, I thought that he was flirting with another girl. However, I now know that David had noticed me (my efforts in cooking and primping had paid off). He later told me that he was impressed that I knew my way around the kitchen. Haha! I was not trying to impress David by cleaning up after the meal; I was simply doing what my mama taught me: when you go to someone's house for dinner, it is good manners to help them clean up the kitchen afterward, especially when the kitchen belongs to three messy boys.

That night I was definitely intrigued by David. He seemed to be an "in charge" kind of guy, he was friendly, he was manly, and he was handsome; however, I am not the type of girl to pursue a guy (another good lesson from Momma), and I figured that if he liked me then he would find a way to get to know me. I was secretly hoping that he would at least ask me to be his friend on Facebook, and I was disappointed when he asked one of my friends to be his friend of FB but not me (pathetic). Eventually, I found out that he did not know how to spell my name at the time, and his attempts to find me had been in vain.

After the cookout, my life went on as normal, and I even went to the next DG semi-formal with my ex-boyfriend. David and I kept seeing each other at RUF and other campus events, but our first date was not yet in sight.

Stay tuned for more of our dating story.

This picture was taken David's house. It was one of the first times that we hung out. Notice how far apart we are sitting. Neither of us wanted to be too obvious, and neither one of us was ready for this picture.



This is another picture that was taken before David asked me out on our first date.