Change of Heart
Thursday, June 21st, 2007As an undergraduate in college, I worked in retail. Many of my coworkers were my age so we all hung out. A few times, one of the guys would ask me to hang out alone. We would go on a single outing, and I would get to know them better, which always concluded with liking them as friends but them not being my type for anything more.
By the time Ben asked me to hang out alone, I had concluded that none of the guys was my type for anything more. When Ben asked me to hang out, I naively thought it was purely friendship since he had a girlfriend. He and his girlfriend were having trouble, and I even tried helping each of them with their relationship.
As Ben and I continued to hang out, we discussed many things, such as what we wanted in life and in our future. To my surprise, we had a lot in common, but I continued to think of him as only a friend.
Later that month, Ben broke up with his girlfriend. He asked me if I had ever thought of him as more than a friend. No, I replied, but that question did make me begin thinking about it. We hung out more frequently. He helped me study. He visited me when I was sick, and he snuck flowers in my car before my surgery.
While watching basketball at his apartment, he asked me one night how much I liked him. Too embarrassed to tell him, I fingered a number on his chest. Pretending he did not understand the number, he lessened my shyness. That night he officially asked me out.
I am thankful for his bravely asking “So, have you ever thought of me as more than a friend?” Though he was immediately rejected, if he had not, I might never have met my true love, my husband.