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God the Matchmaker or How I Met My Husband 4

Updated on May 17, 2010

These are musings about my faith~~

Please note: This is my corner where I talk about my faith and things related. If you're not a person of faith, time to click to another web page. I'm pretty much a straight talker. These are some of my faith-stories I'm writing down as seen through the eyes of someone who loves Jesus Christ.

I fail Him every day, but I still endeavor to see everything with His eyes and His heart.

Part 4

When my Christmas vacation ended, I couldn't wait to get back to Ladycliff and West Point. I had a whole week after JC called to try and understand what had happened to us. I was clueless.

Worse, at that time in my life, I had little to no faith to fall back on. There was no comfort and no peace.

JC called me back only once and really didn't indicate we'd go out when I got back to campus. During that conversation I tried to gently prod and probe to find out why this sudden drastic change in our relationship. I kept thinking, if his feelings had changed, why didn’t he just break up? I wracked my brain trying in vain to understand what had gone wrong. Only a sick feeling of foreboding was my answer.

JC had always treated me like a gentleman - so it wasn't that. He never pressured me into anything at all for me to refuse him, so it wasn't "refusal-of-favors-therefore-I-was-getting-dumped." If you catch my drift

I didn't call him unless I was returning a missed call to him so I wasn't hounding him. I was confused and deeply hurt but still hopeful I could discover something, anything - that maybe I or we could fix. He was distant but he didn't indicate he wanted to break up. I was consumed with wanting to find out.

I arrived back on campus in the hopes he'd remember to call me and ask me out because I told him specifically when I'd be back to the dorm. To my relief, he did call - and asked to meet me - once again - at Grant Hall. This time - we were going to double date with Jeff and Maureen and Jeff had a car.

To my surprise, the date went like our dates always did. JC made me giggle, we talked about everything under the sun. I even made him laugh. I was so happy to see him and he seemed just as happy to see me! I just didn't understand what the entire Christmas no-calling thing was about. But by this date, it was as if nothing had changed. I was much more confused, but so thrilled, so elated that he seemed just as enthralled with me as he was before Christmas vacation, that I quickly tried to stop any intrusive thoughts that kept cropping to the surface. What happened over Christmas made no sense in the light of his obvious pleasure in seeing me again. What was going on?

Instead, I stuck my head in the sand. He made plans to see me the next Friday and Saturday and aside for a little nagging in the back of my mind that I just couldn't shake loose - I was tentatively back on cloud nine again.

After a number of weeks of steady dating and my insecure feeling never quite going away, things jumped right back to “normal.”

My cousin Elena was coming to visit me. I told JC I wanted him to set her up with someone from his company if that was possible (West Point is made up almost exactly like the regular Army so cadets in JC's company would be like soldiers in his unit). He enthusiastically agreed and said he'd get right on it.

There was a cadet "god" in JC's company named John Curry. There probably wasn’t a single young woman at Ladycliff College who didn't think about the dreamy Irishman Cadet John Curry. To this day, he is one of the handsomest men I have ever seen or ever will see. Because I had been dating JC and he and John were friends - I knew John. I only had eyes for JC though, but I thought John would be a fantastic blind date for my cousin.

As the luck of the Irish would have it - the weekend my cousin was coming - John was headed home on leave so JC said he'd find someone else. A few days later he called me at the dorm and said, "Carol, I have two studs of the company, Mark Van Drie and Mickey _____ who are free that weekend." They apparently volunteered for this blind date. They, like JC, were Cows. JC told me to "Come to Grant Hall and pick which one you want!" 

At first I protested and asked him to pick, but JC insisted so we arranged a meeting at Grant Hall where I would choose the “lucky” guy.

JC met me first at Grant Hall and we talked for a bit, then he used the desk phone in the lobby to call Mark and Mickey. A few minutes later, from the opposite entrance to the one we were standing near, in walked two identically uniformed cadets, exactly the same height, same hair color. As they got up close, they looked exactly alike in every way to me.

I looked at JC and said, "JC, I think they're both great!"

This brought a grin to all three of their faces.

But JC insisted I pick. I said I would, but not then, and I'd let them know later.

Totally, utterly, randomly - I decided on Mark Van Drie. I truly didn't see any difference. Their EYES were the same color. I just chose "the guy on the left" not remembering which one was on the left. JC remembered (in a phone call later that week from the dorm). Mark Van Drie was the guy on the left.

So that Friday my cousin Lanie arrived from New York City and we met the boys in Grant Hall for a date. Grant Hall has an attached very tiny Café' - and that's where we started the date. We sat at a perfectly square table, JC to my left, Mark to my right and Lanie across from me.

I was so ga ga over JC - I hardly even looked at Mark and hoped he and Lanie hit it off so I would be able to have some one on one precious time just hanging on every word JC uttered. In fact, truth be told, I found it verging on irritating when anything, anything at all, took even one second away from my time with John no matter what the distraction.

Soon though, I could hear Mark telling a story and I had to admit, he intrigued me. So I turned my cow-eyes from the left to my right and actually began listening to what Mark was saying.

To my astonishment, he was not only interesting, but the true story he told was hilarious. For the first time since I met JC, I was actually interacting and laughing with another guy. Lanie and I left the evening with me thinking, "Man, I picked a great date for my cousin!" Even though I didn't actually "pick" him with any skill, I just did it "eennie-meany-miney-mo" style.

Lanie, on the other hand, while not disappointed, didn't seem all too overly thrilled about him. But I was hopeful because I liked the guy and figured we could double date a lot and felt that would really be fun.

The next evening - Lanie had already gone home and I was getting ready for another date this time alone with JC. As I was applying make-up - someone hollered to me from down the hallway that I had a phone call from one of the basement phones. Hmmmm...that was odd. Nobody called me on that phone as I always gave out one of the numbers on my floor. Who could it be?

The call (to the best of my recollection) was from JC's roommate and he sounded really strange. I asked him what was up and after stammering and stumbling over his words he blurted, "Ask JC what he got _______for Christmas."

 He named the same girl JC took to the Homecoming dance. Her name I’m using is Cindy.

I was totally confused, but there was no mistaking the instantaneous feeling of dread swirling its way around and around inside my stomach.

I said, "What are you talking about?" 

JC's roommate then said, "Ask JC about the miniature he got Cindy for Christmas." 

Then hung up the phone.

I had NO idea what he was talking about but that swirling became much greater and began to wrap its way around my throat.

Even though I didn't have a clue what JC's roommate was talking about - I knew JC getting any girl a Christmas present when I was supposedly the one he had been "falling in love with" wasn't good news at all. Add to that the fact that Cindy was the girl he took to Homecoming --- the alleged former girlfriend from Florida he said was no longer a part of his life...this was very, very bad news.

I went back upstairs to my floor and stifling the rush of dreadful feelings that welled up inside me, I asked one of my dorm mates casually, "Hey - what's a miniature?"

When she gave her answer it seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of the room, "It's a replica of a cadet's class ring only smaller. Cadets give them as an engagement ring, why?"

To be continued...


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      Carol 7 years ago from Michigan

      You win the prize lambservant!! LOL!

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      Lori Colbo 7 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Let me see, I'll bet you end up with guy who was your cousins date...

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      Enlydia Listener 7 years ago from trailer in the country

      interesting...I'm looking for the beginning now.

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      breakfastpop 7 years ago

      I have no idea why my comment started to print twice. Im thinking this would make a fine book.

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      breakfastpop 7 years ago

      That dog!

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      sheila b. 7 years ago

      You are telling this story so well, with all of the emotions you were feeling. And, of course, you end each installment in just the right place to keep me interested and waiting for more.

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      Tom Whitworth 7 years ago from Moundsville, WV


      My suspicions are being confirmed!!!!!!!!!

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      rkhyclak 7 years ago from Ohio

      I've read all of these this morning and can't wait for part 5!! These are great CJV and I love that it's not fiction!