Stolen

About a week ago, our dearest Chandler slipped into the conversation that he's 27 years old. 27 isn't that old, but according to the "half-your-age-plus-seven" rule, he can't date anyone younger that 20.5.  I barely make the cut.

I'd almost given up hope, but I was still excited for him to be on my basketball team for the tournament. Halfway though the tournament, he twisted his ankle. (What a grandpa!) He was out for the rest of the game. My instincts were so flock to his side, tend to his wound, and hold an ice pack on his ankle. Unfortunately, I was a team captain so I couldn't step out at all.

Like clockwork, my friend Cassidy decided she was tired of basketball and wanted to sit out of the tournament. Sit out... next to Chandler. The entire duration of the tournament, I was so distracted by Cassidy and Chandler, giggling over each other, basically falling in love right before my eyes.

After the tournament, a huge group of use decided to go to our favorite local burger joint, until Chandler said, "Are you sure there's enough room for all of us?" Cassidy chimed in, "Yeah, I think I'm going to go get sushi instead." Chandler, "I could go for some sushi too right now." And then they sailed off into the sunset together, trampling over my delicate little heart.

What a letdown,
Kitty

Not even in the friend zone

There are quite a few young fresh musicians in this hip town we live in. Through a series of random events, we recently connected with a couple of them and met up for coffee. Like a blind date, except strictly set up for friendship (or so we thought...)

The dudes set up the time and place: 8pm on Sunday night at a super trendy coffee shop. We were kinda nervous but didn't know why. Mitchell and Brian found us, greeted us, found a table for us, and it was the perfect start to a fun evening. We laughed the night away; they were so kind, funny, and had much in common with us. Our coffee date ended with a polite yet hopeful, "See ya later!" "This was fun!" "Glad to meetcha!" "See ya around!"

On the car ride home, we were discussing how nice they were and how we totally weren't interested in anything but friendship. One hour later we were discussing how freaking adorable Brian and Mitchell were and which one of us should date which one of them.

So excited at our prospective new love interests, we were wondering how we could get them to ask us out again. Our solution: throw the ball into their court with a polite Facebook message, "Hey, thanks for meeting up with us! It was so fun to meet you :)"

Their response: "We'll probably just see you around."

Feeling rejected,
Kitty and Lydia

Half-Baked

Okay, so you're not going to be hearing about Steve anymore. Here are the sad details:

As Kitty said earlier, she was trying to convince me to make Steve some chocolate cookies. She succeeded, but I insisted that we also made some other baked goods so it would be less obvious. I guess you could say it was an epic success. Steve tried our cookies and said, "These cookies are so good I would even eat them if they were poisoned!"

I guess he has a weird sense of humor.

Anyway, I was basically on Cloud 9 all day because he loved my cooking so much. Then things took a turn for the worst. At the end of the day, he decided to take some extra cookies home with him. He also decided to take some home for his girlfriend.

Crying my eyes out but not really,
Lydia

Unintentional Dinner Date

The title of this post is misleading.

Lydia and I went to dinner with our entire Bible Study, got lost on the way, and showed up late. There were no seats left, but Jackson and Brett were on the end and pulled up a table for us. We were forced to sit by them. Aw, rats. And since we were at the end of the table, we could only talk to Jackson and Brett. Actually, no lie, that was a little upsetting, but it forced us to be comfortable around these two Jesus-loving hunks.
I think the conversation went really well. We invited Jackson to the worship service that Brett plays at. The service is tonight, and we are currently scheming a plan to get Jackson and Brett to hang out afterwards. We'll let you know how it goes.

Kit

On Tuesday

This just in! (two days ago): New developments on my journey to Chandler's heart.

Tuesday, I didn't see him until the very end of the day. Staff was running around to clean up, but volunteers aren't expected to help clean. I saw him standing around awkwardly in his goofy warm-up-pants, thinking to himself, Am I done? Do they need more help? Do I just leave?
And I answered these hypothetical questions in my head, You're done, we don't need any more help, but no you may not leave!

I walked up and said, "Chandler!" hoping he would remember my name. He did not say it, but I left my name tag on so maybe he will remember my name next week. I invited him to a staff basketball tournament on Feb 25, and he said he would come. The rest of the conversation revolved around my trying to convince him to be on my team. He wouldn't commit, but he was really enjoying bargaining. He almost agreed to a signed picture of myself, but then decided to stick to his initial offer of 15 million dollars. I believe it was approximately a seven minute conversation and we laughed about four different sub-topics. Needless to say, I am now a thousand times more excited about this basketball tournament.

Brushing up on some light reading,
Kitty

Potential

As Kitty mentioned earlier, we went to Bible Study this week. There just so happened to be a guy there who caught my attention. His name is Brett.

I don't really know much about him yet, but I know he's cute, he's funny, and he plays drums at a worship service we go to at the end of each week. At this week's service, i wanted to say hey to him, but I didn't know if he would even remember me.
This is the game plan: next time I see him, I will casually mention that I attend said worship service. He will probably respond, "Awesome, you should say hey next time!" And then next time, we will say hey.

I'll be sure to keep you posted,
Lydia

Wingwoman

I'm going to admit it: I think Steve is really adorable. But since I'm such a good friend (and I'm interested in about 6 other gentlemen right now), I'm going to respect Lydia's "dibs" on him. In fact, I've already nominated myself as wingwoman.

Just an update:
Yesterday, I was at Lydia's workplace and talked to Steve for a few minutes. I very quickly steered the topic of conversation to Lydia, and he brought up a joke that Lydia had said the other day. I'm so proud. And then he teased, "Yeah, Lydia just promised to bake me a lifetime supply of chocolate chip cookies." Basically he's just admitted that he wants Lydia in his life forever.

Trying to convince Lydia to bring him cookies on Monday,
Kitty

The Triple Threat

I love my small group community so much. I even brought Lydia this past week and she thought those folks were pretty neato. I go to Bible Study for all the right reasons: building Christian community, getting deeper into God's word, being part of a support system, etc. But all the reasons I go to Bible Study might not be right: boyz.

I agree with Lydia that those folks are pretty neato, but one fellow has particularly captured the essence of "neato." His name is Jackson and he actually came for the first time this week. When he walked in the door, I immediately fell silent. (Do you notice a pattern in my first encounters with a potential better-half?) He was hilarious the whole evening, captivating my attention and earning my affection.

Eventually I made myself start a conversation. I introduced myself and let him do the rest of the talking. I was thoroughly impressed by everything he said. Recent college grad, recently moved to our city so he can intern with a missions organization, currently preparing to spread the Gospel in Africa this summer. I guess you could call him a Christian triple-threat. 



Before the end of the evening, we took a group picture, and we're both tagged on Facebook. How long do I wait before I send a friend request? Can't be too forward; everyone knows those Christian boys gotta be the pursuer.

Waiting to be pursued,
Kitty

smitten.

so, theres this boy. and i think it's safe to say that he has me smitten. we'll call him steve.

steve is a total hipster in every sense of the word. i've never seen him in anything other than skinny jeans, and he also rocks a bow tie on most days. which i just so happen to find absolutely adorable. (but thats not really a surprise, because i tend to find everything about him absolutely adorable) he's also kind of hilarious, but he tends to be subtle about it. which i definitely prefer to obnoxious humor. oh, and he plays the guitar. so yeah. hes basically perfect.

i've known steve for a little while now, but it wasn't until last week that my affections began to grow. once i realized that we were potential soul mates, i decided it was time to actually have a few conversations with him. and so this week we bonded over conversation of breakfast foods, football, and television shows. as well as some time spent dancing with some precious little kids. i'd like to think that our relationship has escalated from simply co-workers, to acquaintances. and yes, i realize that this isn't much. but i'll take it. our friendship is even facebook official now, so that has to count for something right?

so heres to hoping that this next week will bring more adventures to write about. and perhaps this week i'll give steve some reasons to be smitten with me. :)


--Lydia

What a Dreamboat

Kitty here, writing about my newfound infatuation with Chandler.

I work at a non-profit, and there's a particularly handsome volunteer who comes in every Tuesday. Therefore, Tuesdays are my new favorite days. We first met last week, and my jaw dropped a little bit, but no words came out. This week, I kept my jaw from dropping and managed to have a little conversation.

It wasn't wild. I don't think we've even reached the point of acquaintances yet. But he did accept the ice cream I offered him. And he learned my name. And he laughed at two different points in the conversation. (Could've been the ice cream talking.) Also, during a group conversation, he made eye contact with me when neither of us was speaking. He also mentioned that he was about to go to the gym, which obviously means he was trying to impress me. This could be good, ya'll. Time to overanalyze!

Chandler's positive qualities:
musical talent
mild manners
perfect beard
likes ice cream
ever-so-slight southern accent
single (according to a coworker)

Chandler's questionable aspects:
Debatable age. He looks approximately 24, but what if he's 40?

These lists look good. Maybe even promising. I understand that he's gotta have faults, but maybe "social savvy" should also go under his positive qualities, because he makes one heckuva great first impression.  Let it be understood that I am counting down the days util Tuesday.

Til next time,
Kitty