I had finally got to the highly anticipated 'meeting Tim day'. As I drove up to the Fourth of July party at my friend Leah's house, my heart was racing and every inch of me was completely nervous. We pulled into the driveway and here he was, standing right in front of the car, talking. Oh no, he was already talking to my mom! What was she saying, ah! As I was getting out of the car I told myself that if this guy wanted to meet me he was going to have to initiate it. I wasn't afraid to talk to guys, but in this situation I wanted to look back and say that he had started everything, and I wasn't manipulating how things played out.
I got out and just started right in on enjoying the party. Leah (the instigator) was so busy that day. She was in a relationship herself and her guy was in town, she was trying to make sure this party ran smoothly, and she had to cater a wedding the next day. So she was so busy running around trying to get everything done that she kinda forgot to properly introduce Tim and me. Forget 'properly', we didn't get introduced at all.
I played volleyball across the net from him, I talked to his family, he talked to my family.
I really couldn't tell if his family knew 'what was going on', but they all seemed really happy to see me and I thought they were being extra friendly. During the afternoon a couple of us decided it would be fun to take some pictures. I got my big camera out and I turn around to see Tim with his big camera and all his 'cool lighting gear'. I thought it was little over the top, but I was pretty sure he was just trying to impress me. Everyone decided they wanted a big group picture, so I stood there and soon the whole Porter family gathered around me. I thought it would look a little weird in the picture so I got out to 'help frame' the shot and then got back in over on the side of the group.
But by the end of the night Tim and I still hadn't spoken to each other. Remember I said I wasn't going to start anything? Well so far I hadn't. If he was going to make a move he'd better do it. It was going on midnight.
The initial plan was for my mom, sisters and me to stay at Leah's house that night and go to church with her in the morning. But last minute Leah had to drive up to Chicago for a wedding the next day. The only ones left at her house were going to be her brother and dad, and it would have worked but it was slightly awkward and the party didn't seem like it was going to end anytime soon. I saw my mom talking with Tim's mom. They joined me in on the conversation. The Porters had invited us to stay the night at their house so we didn't have to drive the four hours back home. They were going to let us stay and show us the way to get to church in the morning. We all thought it was very sweet of them. Mom looked at me and said quietly, “do you think we should stay with them?” I didn't know what to say. It could be really awkward, but then again, maybe Tim hadn't told them anything about what was 'going on' and they were just trying to be nice. I sure didn't want to drive through the night back home, so we thanked them for the offer and accepted it. The living room was filled with guitars, and everyone was having a good 'ol jam session. I was very aware Tim was sitting right across the room from me. Finally we were making our way to the door when he jumps out of his chair walks quickly to my side of the room, sticks out his hand and says. “Hi, I'm Tim. I think I've met everyone in your family except you.”