About a year ago I took a great risk; decided to pursue a woman in whom I had great interest and much commonality. After several long conversations about life and faith and choices and consequence, I decided there was something I didn’t want to miss out on with her. Of course, there’s this whole life-stage and age difference thing, but we just clicked. The risk was in deciding to be brave during a card game on Thanksgiving and feel out her interest in me. I thought that surely she was interested, but you never know and historically I tend to like girls who aren’t interested in me.
<<—– Isn’t she gorgeous? I think so too!
Anyway, I asked her to dinner during a game of Dutch Blitz, which I was at the time very much losing. She said “sure.” This was before the Thanksgiving meal was even served. Had she said “no” I might have gone hungry in shame. Later that evening, we hung out late and played rock band. Then the next day (Friday) we hung out some more after I was off work. Night after that (Saturday), I took her to a casual dinner.
The next night (Sunday evening), we hung out yet again after I was off work, and I decided to take an even bigger risk.
I kissed her. And I liked it. And she didn’t slap me. She even kissed back.
Anyway, that kicked off a series of events that eventually led to asking Melisa to marry me. Relatively quickly, as you may be aware. Technically, she may have asked me first, but I had to go old school because a girl doesn’t ask those things. It has to be done a certain way.
And here we are. Technically one year later. She still kisses me, and I still feel incredibly lucky.
For the record, we haven’t played Dutch Blitz since 
Ummmm… is that a Dutch Blitz challenge??? Bring it on!