Her Story

Carissa's Version

Where a misconception is challenged by directness: two strangers met in a pew without a word, then everything changed in the next interaction.

It was a hot summer evening, and the church seminar was packed. I arrived late, tapped the nearest person, and whispered to ask if there was space for my sister and me. There were empty spots next to him, so I figured it would be fine. Tyler shifted over, and shortly after I sat down, I started overheating. Something felt off. I looked down and realized my leg was pressed against my sister’s, and on my other side Tyler was sitting far too close, spread out and practically touching me. I immediately felt irritated.

I thought, I can’t ask him to move again. I already bothered him by squeezing in. But seriously, how does he not realize he’s way too close? I sat there sweating, trying to focus on the speaker. We never spoke that night. I assumed if he wanted to talk, he would have introduced himself afterward, but I left. I was tired of being the one to pursue anything and wanted someone who would be direct with me.

On the drive home, my sister asked if I had talked to the guy next to me. I told her, “No, he didn’t introduce himself, so I wasn’t going to. I’m not interested in dating someone introverted.” Beth just shook her head and said, “I’m done with you. I’m no longer your wingwoman.”

The next night, I walked back into church for the second day of the seminar. As I stepped inside, I saw someone walking out, Tyler. This time, he confidently introduced himself. I was taken aback: he didn’t seem shy at all, but direct… and cute. Maybe I had the wrong impression of this guy, I thought.

My friend Kara walked up and filled the silence I suddenly couldn’t fill because I had no idea what to say to this handsome man. We eventually parted ways. I knew he attended the other church, Plymouth, and figured if he was interested, he would pursue me.

Two weeks later, I saw him again at church. Since he had initiated the first time, I walked up to him and started a conversation. To my surprise, it was easy and comfortable, fluid, even. I thought for sure he would ask for my number, but he didn’t. I wondered if he was playing hard to get or just trying not to come across as a stalker. Either way, I figured if he was truly interested, he’d make it clear.

Later, I was invited to a Labor Day event and had no idea we shared a mutual friend. When I walked into the Ahumadas’ home, the first person I saw was Tyler.

And would you believe, it was then that he finally asked for my number.

He made his intentions unmistakably clear.

Our shared love of coffee led to our first date.

A series of dates brought us here today.

We hope you will be here to celebrate our love!