Our Story: The First Date Mistake

I love a good love story. And that’s why I love nothing better than having a couple sit on my couch and tell me how their love story began. That simple question, “What’s your story?” brings smiles like no other as, in a split second, moments of their relationship pass by their eyes. The feeling of butterflies, the first kiss, the moment he knew she was the one. Hearing a couple tell their story tells you so much about who they are. So Ryan and I wanted to share our story too. From first crush to first day as Mr. & Mrs.

Part 1: When Boy Meets Girl
Part 2: Code Words & Crushes
Part 3: Class Rings & Field Trips
Part 4: A Christmas Gift
Part 5: The First Date Mistake
Part 6: Graduation Day
Part 7: Student IDs, Scantrons, & Schedules
Part 8: A Month Apart
Part 9: A Proposal
Part 10: I Now Pronounce You... Not Compatible
Part 11: Commencement
Part 12: A Lumpy Blue Couch
Part 13: Our Wedding Day


We’d been dating for nearly three months before going on our first real date, as only high schoolers do. Ryan had tickets to the Admirals hockey game, but first we stopped to eat at the most romantic of fast food restaurants, Taco Bell, where even the hot sauce packets will try to flirt with you.

Don't judge this photo too harshly! You know how bad selfies were 8 years ago!

Don't judge this photo too harshly! You know how bad selfies were 8 years ago!

We sat in a booth in the corner, our feet touching underneath the tiny table. Our tray held two chicken quesadillas, two large sodas, and of course, a handful of cheeky hot sauce packets. I picked one up, read it with a smile, and then tried to rip it open, but I only succeeded in wrinkling the edge of the package. Ryan reached forward to help just as it opened, squirting orange sauce onto his white t-shirt. Embarrassed, I told him it would come out in the wash (it never did), and he shrugged back into his sweatshirt.

When we arrived at the hockey game and settled into the seats, we took a photo (or four) while the teams warmed up. Then the whistle blew and the mayhem started. I had no idea how the game was supposed to be played, but I snuggled into his shoulder and decided that if he liked hockey, I was going to like hockey too.