So after N asked me out, we were proud to be the newest happily dating couple on campus.  Things went very smoothly…for a while.  And then, we hit a rough patch and ultimately broke-up.

I honestly don’t remember the reasons why (petty, I’m sure), but I do remember feeling like we could not come to a compromise and that the only way to go was separately. So late into August of 2004, we split up.

I sought out my friends for comfort, as did he.  My friends told me not to worry: that we would eventually work things out.  His friends told him if he wanted to be with me, he better not let me get away.

And after a September football game one weekend, he started to get a crazy idea in his head.  That maybe his friends were right.  He needed to show me how much he really did care about me.  He needed to go knocking on some doors and make some opportunities for himself.  And after sounding his plan to a bunch of sweaty guys in the locker room, he was ignited by a passion.  A passion to do something crazy.  So that’s exactly what he did.

It was Labor Day weekend.  I was wallowing and needed to get away from campus to lick my wounds.  Fortunately, my friend Julie offered to bring me along to her family’s lakehouse for a weekend of sunning, boating, and drowning my sorrows in the locally famous apple pie.  She had me at sunning.  It was the perfect escape from what was sure to be lots of questions and pity looks on our small campus.

Friday night we arrived at the lake with still enough sun to enjoy dinner alfresco.  Joining us were Julie’s mom and cooler, older brother and sister-in-law.  Her Dad was on call for the weekend so unfortunately he had to stay behind.

Saturday was a fun-filled day on the lake followed by a late-night gossip session before bed.

Sunday had barely been underfoot when things started to go rapidly downhill.

We were awoken early to Julie’s sister-in-law saying some pretty confusing things. Hippies.  Back deck.  Gypsies.  Homosexuals.  Police.  Huh?  I think she had to repeat it at least once more for me to even attempt to comprehend.  Two hippies (homosexuals by Julie’s mom’s estimation: one of them had a “wedding ring on”) were asleep on the back deck.  They were probably nomads that  just sleep at different lakehouses since the owners would most likely not be home.  Julie’s mom had 911 on speed dial and they just needed us to confirm that we didn’t know them before the police were summoned.

Intrigued, we made our way upstairs….only to discover…that yes, we did know the sleeping hippies. No, the police did not need to be alerted. Yes, that does look somewhat like my ex-boyfriend.

N and his buddy Matt  had decided to “surprise” us with a little visit (thank goodness N and Julie went to high school together so she knew him just about as well as I did).  About this time Julie’s brother came in to let us know that there were MapQuest directions to the lakehouse sitting on the rogue car’s dashboard.  Thanks, but we’ve already unmasked these two unwelcome visitors.

So how did this come about?  What were N and his friend doing at the lakehouse?  And just what were they thinking scaring us all to death like that?

Funny, we were all wondering the same thing.

So the football bus had rolled into campus late Saturday night.  The guys were tired, but N was fired up.  He decided that he was going to track me down and talk some sense into me.  He started first at my dorm room.  Or dorm window, I should say, as guys were not allowed in at this time of night.  He threw pebbles at the window until my roommate appeared (thankfully, she was used to this sort of behavior so she knew exactly who she would see when our second story blinds were lifted).  She informed Mr. Unrequited Love that I had taken off for the weekend with Julie.

Well, it was a roadblock, but not a big one.  He knew exactly where Julie lived as it wasn’t too far from his parents’ house.  It wasn’t hard to convince Matt to join him either.   They were high on the spirit of adventure and lost love.

By the time they reached Julie’s house, they started to become a little anxious.  This is where they started to realize the holes in their plan. It was late.  They couldn’t just ring the doorbell.  So they started to throw rocks at what they were “pretty sure” was her bedroom window.

At some point, Julie’s dad came to the door.  In his “pajamas”.  The boys explained their mission and  he became swept up in their thrill and excitement.  They were going to win back the girl.  Of course he wouldn’t stand in their way!  The only problem was, the girl was at the lakehouse….about 2 hours away.  He invited the guys in, even went so far as to print off directions for them.  He wished them luck and sent them on their way.

Well, they had come this far, why not finish what they’d started?  So they set off again on their journey with the ante being now higher than ever.

By the time they reached the lakehouse, it was much too late to wake anyone up.  So naturally, they removed the Mexican (“hippie”) blanket from the trunk and decided to spend the rest of the night on the deck until everyone else arose.

When everything came full circle Sunday morning, Julie’s family was so gracious and invited them inside for breakfast.  They could not stop marveling at this tale of adventure and many laughs were exchanged.  “And then you called the police? Hahaha.” {hilarious} Meanwhile, I was seething.  How dare he impose on my trip!   How dare he wake everyone up!  How dare he think I would just fall back into his arms!  Carefully thought through plan, considerate actions, communication: they all go a long way in my book.  Stubborn?  Why, yes I am.

Shortly after breakfast, excuses were made and suddenly he and I were left alone.  We sat on the dock and he gave the speech that I’m sure he’d rehearsed a thousand times in the car with Matt giving him helpful amplifications and proper praise.  Matt and Julie, in the meantime, had decided to kayak out on the lake.  They were out quite a ways from the dock, but said even from there, they could tell it was not going well.

Later that night, after a tail-tucking return to campus, N called his Dad to give him the latest updates on the story.  As his dad said, “I told you to knock on a few doors, not burn down some barns.

Needless to say, after my initial reaction to this surprise visit, N kept his distance.  We did not talk for a good six weeks after that, which was just about enough time for me to cool down and see maybe he did have some good motives for driving through the middle of the night and waking us up and scaring us all half to death?  Eventually, we did finally have the “big talk” and decided to work things out.  But no more middle of the night surprises, s’il vous plait.

Oh, and as for Julie’s dad?  He swears that the reason N and I are married today is all due to this little adventurous tale.

We’ll just let him (and Julie’s family, and Matt, and N, and N’s family and my family) continue to think that, no?

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part VI

14 Comments on Our Story: Boy and Girl Break-up {tear}

  1. Amy
    June 11, 2012 at 6:24 pm (5 years ago)

    too funny!

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  2. Amy
    June 11, 2012 at 6:24 pm (5 years ago)

    too funny!

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  3. Blaire
    June 11, 2012 at 6:34 pm (5 years ago)

    I love reading y'alls story!! I saw it from afar, but didn't know all the details! It's so sweet and funny at the same time! Glad God worked it out for good;)

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  4. Blaire
    June 11, 2012 at 6:34 pm (5 years ago)

    I love reading y'alls story!! I saw it from afar, but didn't know all the details! It's so sweet and funny at the same time! Glad God worked it out for good;)

    Reply
  5. Eva Taylor
    June 11, 2012 at 8:10 pm (5 years ago)

    Love this! Cracking up over here! “homosexual hippies” bahahaha!!!!

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  6. Eva Taylor
    June 11, 2012 at 8:10 pm (5 years ago)

    Love this! Cracking up over here! “homosexual hippies” bahahaha!!!!

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  7. Morgan
    June 11, 2012 at 9:30 pm (5 years ago)

    This is SO FUNNY!!! I love that you were strong enough to let him think he could win you back so easily:)

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  8. Morgan
    June 11, 2012 at 9:30 pm (5 years ago)

    This is SO FUNNY!!! I love that you were strong enough to let him think he could win you back so easily:)

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  9. C
    June 13, 2012 at 10:13 pm (5 years ago)

    hilarious! love it and what a tale to tell the children, grandchildren….

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  10. C
    June 13, 2012 at 10:13 pm (5 years ago)

    hilarious! love it and what a tale to tell the children, grandchildren….

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  11. Unknown
    July 31, 2012 at 7:36 pm (5 years ago)

    this is too cute, Kate! I loved reading your “story” :o) xxo, MaKenzie

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  12. Unknown
    July 31, 2012 at 7:36 pm (5 years ago)

    this is too cute, Kate! I loved reading your “story” :o) xxo, MaKenzie

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