Love Story

My crazy friend, Amy, has tagged me to tell the story of how I met my husband.

I always have a tough time doing these tags (because my life just isn’t that interesting), but one of my favorite, favorite things in the world is to hear “How We Met” stories…so, turnabout is fairplay, right?

This is actually a difficult story to tell, because, well…some might call it a bit scandalous.

The first time I met Jeff, he was the professor of my Adult Clinical Psychology course in graduate school.

He was also in a relationship at the time.

Jeff was the coolest professor we had. At age 27, he was closer in age to the students than he was to the other professors, so we all became pretty good friends with him. He was a musician, so he occasionally had parties where he invited the grad students and faculty over, and he would make some sweet music. It was a lot of fun.

Everything changed in my second year of the program.

I worked a couple jobs to pay my through school, so I had to stay in town over all the holidays to work. When Thanksgiving break rolled around, almost all of my classmates went home to be with family except me and the only male member of our class, Joe. Joe happened to be the fiancé of another member of the class. There were only ten of us in the program, and over the course of the semesters, we all had grown very close. Because Joe was the only male in our program, he had bonded with Jeff. He would frequently go to Jeff’s office and they would have long talks about…well, guy stuff, I guess.

Anyway, Joe found out Jeff would be alone for the holiday and he decided the three of us should go out on the town.

We had an amazing night. We went dancing at a local alternative club…which played some really weird music and had even stranger patrons. We were all in a silly mood, so we just danced like crazy.

That night, Jeff and I talked for several hours about relationships, and life, and just got to know each other better. I found that he was one of the most sincere, kindest, and interesting guys I had ever met. He was reeling from the failure of his recent relationship, and spoke earnestly about his broken heart. I was coming out of a long relationship too, and was still hurting quite a bit at that time. When Jeff said he would like to get to know me better, I kind of told him it wasn’t a good idea.

In addition to the timing (with our recent breakups), I was concerned about how others would perceive our relationship. Psychologists have a strict code of ethics, and dating a professor who had direct supervision over me would be a very bad idea. So, I should mention that, at this point, all of my classes with Jeff were completed, and we would have no further classroom contact. He pointed that out. But I still didn’t think it was a good idea.

Over my last semester, however, we spent a lot of time together. At first, I tried to keep him at arm’s length. I remember one particular night when he called me to see if I wanted to go for a drive. We drove all over town. He then took me to a neighboring city, which happened to be where he grew up. We got out of the car and walked around the small lake that was adjacent to his old neighborhood. He told me how it used to be his job to mow the grass there, and how he once discovered a nest of baby ducks whose mother must have died. So he cared for these little ducks until they were mature enough to go out on their own. They followed him around like he was their mother. Isn’t that sweet?

Somehow, during the course of that evening, we started holding hands. I remember looking down and thinking, “I’m holding Dr. Boggess’s hand!”

That night, when he dropped me off, I kissed him on the cheek. He still talks about how that tiny little kiss affected him. I was just trying to be careful, but he thought it was one of the sweetest things he had ever experienced.

At that time, there was a local tavern in our college town that hosted an open mic night. Every Tuesday night, Jeff would play his guitar and sing at this little dive. While he sang, he frequently would catch my eye, and hold it. I knew that he was singing just for me.

Well…

It wasn’t long before I was head over heels. My last semester of grad school is a blur. Because I was falling in love.

Jeff had a meeting with the Chair of our program and told him how he felt about me. The Chair appreciated his openness, and they worked together to make sure that we didn’t break any rules and proceeded in an ethical fashion. I knew that we succeeded when, one year later, the Chair of our department came to our wedding and smiled his congratulations over us.

I have never regretted it. Sometimes I marvel at the miracle of it all!

That’s my love story…well part of it anyway. It’s still being written, and I am always surprised at the chapters after they’ve been recorded.

Thank you, Dear Friends, for sharing this very special part of my life!

You are a blessing to me!

Comments

  1. says

    Sigh.

    I, too, love a good “how we met” love story, and your is a sweet one, my friend.

    Sigh.

    And I love the image of little ducks following him around….You had me hook, line, and sinker with that part.

    Sigh.

    Thanks for playing along!
    God Bless,
    Amy:)

  2. says

    I was tagged by Amy too and will get to my story soon.
    I love your story! Isn’t it interesting how God works these things out?
    On a funny note, I couldn’t help but think about Ross on “Friends” when he started dating a student. Did you see that one?
    I’m so excited that you are going to NYC! You’re gonna love it.
    Yes, do look back at my March posts about my trip. I tried to document every day.
    Three things that stuck out to me that we didn’t hear a lot about were: 1) The “Top of the Rock” observation deck.It’s on west 50th street between 5th & 6th Avenues. There is a great view of the Empire State Building, Central Park…it’s great!
    2) If you want to see ground zero go to a place called “Three World Financial Center.” There is an area where you can look out straight into the area where the towers stood. Then be sure to go to St. Paul’s Chapel across the street from where the twin towers were. We stumbled onto this chapel and it had some amazing facts about Sept. 11.
    3) Grand Central Station and the whispering wall. It’s a little hard to explain, but it’s probably in my post.
    Oh I loved that trip and I could go on and on about what the highlights of the trip were but, there are too many!
    When are you going?

  3. says

    Drop, drop…those are tears. What a beautiful and sweet story. You know my story of heart break but I too had a wonderful love story of my encounter with the one provided by God.

    I just love this story of yours. I think with the sensitivity of your college student/professor relationship it was so pure and just…I don’t even have the words.

    It has just really touched me. So precious. I love the ending…how it is still being written.
    Love ya, sweet one.
    Paula

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