Today is an anniversary for D and me.

Today marks 7 years since that evening when I first made Damon dinner.

Back in 1998, D lived with Todd and Trippy at the house on St. Elmo Ave. As housemates, they had a commitment to have dinner together at least once a week. But unlike normal housemate dinners, they had a twist.

In an effort to commune together and to meet girls, they would invite Covenant women over to make them their weekly housemate dinner. The thinking was that girls at Covenant like to cook, but since they live in the dorms, they don?t have a great kitchen to do the cooking. The guys had a huge kitchen, but didn?t really like to cook. (Unless it was waffles, Trippy liked to make himself some waffles.) The arrangement would be made between the guys and the girl(s) that if D and his housemates paid for all the ingredients, then the girl(s) would put those ingredients together into some sort of meal that they could all enjoy together.

The way that I got involved was not as simple as that.

D had met me a few months before, at one of the many going away parties for mutual friend, Brian. The group at the party played a giant game of Uno and we all sat on the floor in a circle to play. The guy sitting next to me was D. I don?t remember which side he sat on, but I remember he was there. Sometime after that party, D asked another mutual friend, Besty, about me (the girl with the red hair). She knew me from Covenant and she was my RD at the time. D asked her to arrange some sort of second meeting with me and she agreed.

Betsy came over to my apartment one evening and said that she wanted to spend more time with my roommate, Esther, and me to get to know us better. She also wanted to do something nice for Todd and his housemates, like cook them dinner. Did I want to go down the mountain with her some night and cook dinner with her?

Because hanging out with Betsy is so awesome, I told her sure. We arranged for it to be on Day of Prayer, January 28th.

I remember coming up with the menu, a lemon chicken dish, and I remember the grocery shopping experience (D doesn?t like white rice without some sort of sauce). And I remember being completely dense about the whole thing.

When we were at D?s house, he had to take the time to clean the kitchen, because one of the housemates (Trippy!) had not done his part of the chores. So while we were waiting for a clean cooking space, I was getting drinks together for Besty, Esther, Todd?s Mom, and myself. But while those three chatted it up in the living room, I was stuck in the kitchen holding the glasses while D washed dishes and interrogated me? I mean, got to know me better. I remember thinking, ?I need to get these drinks out to the living room! Why won?t he stop asking me questions??

The dinner got made and eaten, and then Esther and I had to leave.
A few days later, I had a phone call from D and we made plans for a date on February 7th.

The rest, as they say, is history. But that history does involve me telling D, ?I don?t want to date right now.? And D responding, ?Well geez, Alli.?

But, those are memories for another day.

Happy Anniversary, D!

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