Chapter 3- Homecoming, Haunted Houses, Jars of Clay

As the weeks progressed, Jerry and I had a couple of conversations. 

Homecoming was just around the corner and I was hoping Jerry would ask me to be his date.  So I did what every typical high school girl does... I got my friends to to talk to his friends and his friends to talk to Jerry.   Well... my plan did not work out so well.... Jerry ended up taking someone else and I went with my friends.  Darn...

A few weeks passed and before we knew it it was October!  This means it was time for haunted houses!  We went on a double date to a haunted house. We had a great time!  Jerry of course was super shy.. He wouldn't even hold my hand.  However, this seemed to break the ice a bit.  Couple nights later, I  received a phone call from Jerry.  I paced the entire time we talked. 

 Jerry and I started hanging out (but not "going out"-- by definition- Going out means you were boyfriend and girlfriend... we were not there yet.)  Hanging out included golf practice, going out to eat with friends, meeting each other between classes, and haunted houses. 

About a month went by and on October 25, after a Arlington High football game, Jerry officially asked me out.  Worlds Apart by Jars of Clay played in the background during our "what are we" conversation. This became our official song. 




I feel like this song was perfect for us.  When we were in high school Jerry and I were very involved in our churches.  Aside from being on the golf team, God was the first thing Jerry and I really had in common.  I look back on myself in high school and realize I have changed so much.  This isn't a good or bad thing.. I'm just different.  I'm sure many people can agree that the high school version of themselves has changed/matured (hopefully).  This is a different post for a different day.  Now that Jerry and I were officially together, I enjoyed sending Jerry fun little notes.. Here are some good ones-

Notice the Arlington High golf bag- such an artist!

After school, I would go up to Shady Valley, where Jerry worked, and hang out.  Jerry was a bag boy.  This is an ideal job for a high school boy.  A bag boy's duties include picking up a club member from their car, loading up their clubs, and picking up the range balls.  In exchange for all this hard work, bag boys were paid minimum wage and got free golf.  It's a pretty good deal...

When Jerry was not busy at work, we liked to take the golf carts down a steep hill and slam the brakes..  Looking back, this was probably not the safest thing we have ever done... but I'm still breathing.... Every time I drive by Shady Valley, I smile.