”Hey Erin, do you know this guy named Steve?” ”You know, that cool Asian kid? Well, he really likes you”. - Kiara Hall
These words, (unbeknownst to me) would be the prelude to my very own love story. I was 11 years old when my friendnestled up to me in class and whispered this in my ear. I had little idea who Steve was; neither did I care to explore. Provoked by my silence, my friend leaned over and said “Ill give you $5 if you go out with him for a day, just give it a try”.
Five dollars can get an 11-year-old kid just about anything they wanted from the lunch line, so I agreed. Lunch time came around, and my over zealous friend completely instructed every moment our awkward lunch date: “Come on guys, hold hands”, “Smile for the camera”, “you guys should be sitting closer together”. Needless to say, Steve and I swiftly broke things off after lunch.
The years passed. By the time we entered high school our relationship had morphed into a casual friendship scored by our silly decision to date in the 7th grade. Steve would call me for two things only: help with homework or to get his hair braided, and this was the extent of our friendship. No more. No less. Our senior year of high school brought about many changes. A close friend of ours passed, and with his absence a need for fellowship was formed. Friends of ours gathered everyday after school to keep each other uplifted. However as the school year progressed, and after school activities prevailed, Steve and I found ourselves hanging out after school alone. ( I believe this was when God began to move in on Steve and I )
Steve began to behave very strangely during this time. He would gift me flowers and take me ice-skating. I wasn’t sure what was happening to our unspoken rule that we were strictly friends. The rule characterized from our failed attempt at dating in the 7th grade, nevertheless, I continued to spend time with him. Mostly because I felt comfortable in his presence, and partly because…Steve had game. Yes I said it! It took me by complete surprise; Im a sucker for adventure and he was dripping with spontaneity. What girl doesn’t like roses just because or blind folded dates to Build-A-Bear.
One Friday in December of 2005 ,he asked me to date him. I paused. Hmmm…Steve has always been a man of great character, a man that was led by God, and his love for God was amazing even at the age of 17. He was also pretty cute. I had no good reason to say no, so I took the leap of faith and said yes. LOL. I. Said. Yes. There in Steve’s living room, at the age of 16, I made one of the best decisions for my life.
…I’ve said yes to Steve ever since without regret and I can’t wait to say yes to him for the final time on September 7th. God is good.
As you all have read this is something that has been quite the topic lately and with good reason. I understand where some of you are coming from and why you would feel like guys of different races won’t be attracted to you. It was almost second nature for me to see a cute guy ( black dudes included ) and then think “I wonder if he likes black girls, though.” That just sucks. But remember that the guy or girl you might also feel the exact same way. Once I realized that it really changed the game up for me.