From our Classic Archives, originally published January/February 2004 issue
Whenever I saw him, a bevy of women surrounded him and he was grinning from ear to ear. Ruefully, I would think to myself, Boy, he must think that he’s God’s gift to women.
Occasionally, he would look up from his female admirers in our Solo (Soaring Singles) group and meet my eyes. His blue eyes smiled at me. But one thing I was not going to do was to join his adoring groupies. I stayed my distance and thought about what damage those fawning women were doing to him. Probably, they had fanned his ego to monolithic proportions. Undoubtedly, he would be arrogant. I wanted no part of that—still, he was unquestionably attractive.
One Sunday, I came in late to the Solos with a friend. No seats were open except in the second row. We slid into them trying to minimize our disruption. Lo and behold, as I hung my coat on my chair behind me, he was there—flanked by two women. He smiled back at me.
Gee, I thought, What a player! I don’t think I returned his smile. I liked him less and less.
At the end of the Solos, we circled up and joined hands concluding our service. When I saw him with his lady friends heading in my direction, I made a beeline for the opposite direction. I was not going to be holding hands with him or be near his little posse.
Saying good-bye to some of my friends before I left, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Casanova without his posse. I was surprised, to say the least. He said that he had wanted to meet me, but he’d not had the opportunity.
No wonder! I thought silently. But there was something about him and in his eyes, so genuine that for a minute I was off balance.
“Would you like to go for a walk with me this afternoon? I hike out to Wilson’s Creek sometimes. I would like to call you if that’s okay?”
Well, I love to walk and hike, so I thought that maybe I should give him a chance… “Yes, I enjoy walking, and that sounds nice. I am in the book.” I left him standing there. (I didn’t even give him my phone number.)
Later, he called me. (He really had worked hard to find my new number, which turned out not to be in the phone book as I had thought.) He was coming over around two o’clock to pick me up.
Well, as I think back to that prophetic walk, I smile. Who would have thought that our walk together would blossom into our journey together in life?
Comfortable with each other right away, we talked easily. Time flew, and when our date ended, I felt that we were both smitten with each other. A year to the date of our first walk together, we married.
My husband is the love of my life—the kindest, sweetest man alive. We are both so in love. And I’m the only fan club he needs.
—Kay Ciaccio from Missouri