Our First date

Last Saturday, April 16th, marked three years since our very first date. A lot of people ask me how we met, I briefly talked about it few days after our wedding, but today I will be going into some details.

My girls and I normally meet up once a month and go somewhere. On April 6th, 2019 we decided to go to Keeneland (Keeneland is the world’s largest and most prominent Thoroughbred auction house and hosts world-class racing twice annually during its boutique Spring and Fall meetings. Owners, trainers, riders and fans from all over the world travel to Lexington each year to participate at Keeneland).

Grant spotted me and decided to come talk to me, we chitchatted and then exchanged numbers. We spent a whole week texting. One of the things that attracted me right away was how tall he is, I have always had a thing for super tall guys (he is 6’5” if you are wondering how tall he is, and I am 5’8”), because I love heels so I always wanted a guy that would still be taller than me when I have my heels on. I also loved his deep blue eyes and his ginger beard.

Then when we started texting, his grammar was on point, one of the things that has always been a total turn off for me is poor grammar, I cannot stand it. I am not saying I don’t make mistakes in grammar or anything but mistakes like not knowing when to use “to” and “too”, or “they’re” and “their” just don’t sit right with me.

We spent like a week texting then he invited me on a date, he took me to Sage Rabbit after he asked me if I had been there and I said that I hadn’t. April 16th is my mom’s birthday, on that day I was on the phone with my mom and brother wishing mom a happy birthday and talking like usual. Then mom asked me where I was going and I said I am meeting a friend, she then went like “what friend?” I said “just a friend mom”, she then asked “a boyfriend?” (mom couldn’t wait for me to bring someone home, she would complain saying I am looking for perfection and it does not exist 😂) I said “what boyfriend?!” By the time she got the chance to ask another question I was pulling in at the restaurant and I said “alright guys, I’ve got to go.”

Before I left for this date I remember telling myself, “I am going to be me, I mean the real me, I don’t have time to act all quiet, if he likes the real me, cool, if he does not then it wasn’t meant to be.”

We talked for three hours while having dinner, we found out we both like the cartoon Dragon Ball. He was extremely quiet; I was mostly the one talking and he would just say a few words here and there.

In the middle of the conversation I was thinking “lord he is probably going to be like nah she has too much energy I can’t do it”, not knowing inner him was thinking omg this is the type of woman I have always dreamed about (he told me about it few months into the dating process).

It was time to go home, right when I was stepping on the first step on the stairs at the front of the restaurant, I fell straight on the ground knees first. I don’t know how it happened, I guess I missed the step and fell. I fell on our very first date y’all, like out of all the days 😫, that one time I was supposed to look cute, and then boom, I fell like a sack of potatoes. He still jokes about it saying I fell for him so hard on our first date.

He then helped me stand up, asked me if I was ok, now my embarrassed self said, “Yeah I’m good” but my knees were like “girl quit lying you know good and well we are hurting down here.” He escorted to my car and the rest is history.
Three years with him and I couldn’t ask for a more amazing better half.