The 13th Of February

"Will you be my Valentine, on Valentines day?" he asked.

"Yes I’ll be your Valentine on Valentines Day!” she answered.

After exchanging smiles, he said, “Since I know you’re not a huge fan of the holiday, I was thinking we could do it on the 13th. Valentines Day is a good business day and if you don’t mind I’d like to work that night, plus it’s a Sunday, and the 13th would be exactly two months from our first date, what do you think?”

Completely flattered, by all his reasonings she said “That sounds perfect!”

They had been talking for three months and dating for two. Ever since the first date, of bowling and pizza, they’ve managed to hang out just about every other day, with maybe a couple spans of more than one day in between each time together. They’ve had a good balance of dates. Dates with just the two of them, double dates with siblings and each other’s parents, bowling, games, and movies, lunches, dinners and drinks, late night talks, shopping, and game nights with his friends. Their time spent together can only be described as fun and exciting, never boring!

They really haven’t skipped a beat, with hanging out as much as they have and talking almost daily, ever since the first exchange of Facebook messages. Yes, thanks to Facebook and its ability to connect people, these two got in contact with each other.

Though, Facebook isn’t the only reason for this connection. They first saw each other on December 2nd, he was working and she volunteering at Operation Christmas Child. Their eyes locked for a brief second and the first connection was made. He then, carries on with his job and she waiting for instruction while mingling with her group.
Finally, her group was directed to the orientation room, where he stood waiting to present the plan for the night. She sat listening, of course, but in the back of her head, she couldn’t help but think about how good looking he was.
After the orientation was complete, her group was brought to the warehouse to sort boxes and do what she came to do, serve the Lord and bless children all across the world. He staying in the room, to continue instructing groups of the rules and process of the whole night, watches her leave and couldn’t help but think “that girl is a knock-out”.
She having a blast of a night, joking around with her line leader and fellowshipping with her team, had forgotten about the good looking orientation instructor, until he came to give her line leader his evening break. She was struck and got a little nervous. He was pumped when he saw that she was on line #8, the line he was told to go to and give the line leader their break. They both, not being able to hold back, were beaming.
She had been given the job by her team to ask the line leader about particular questionable objects. Every object she brought to his attention, she knew probably couldn’t go, but was told to ask, so she did, hoping he wouldn't think she was doing so, just to talk to him. He thought just that, “this girl knows that can’t go, why is she asking me?”
After a while of exchanging smiles and small talk about items, he decided to talk with her. He could tell she was nervous, so he didn’t ask too many questions. He found out that she was visiting her family for the Thanksgiving week and would be flying back to her home the next day. He was bummed out, to say the least.
He was then dismissed by the original line leader, who was sure to tell her as he left, “He’s single!”. The line leader didn’t just say it once, though, he repeated it several times. She just smirked and nodded, knowing there wasn’t anything she was going to do about that.
As the night drew to an end, he knew there wasn’t a whole lot of time left or the fact there wasn’t much he could do about figuring out her name, since he was “on the clock” and could get in trouble for pursuing a volunteer, but he just had to do something. Her smile and eyes had captivated him. He, did all that he could, by leaning on the front desk as the volunteers left, hoping that she would see his nametag, perfectly placed on his arm, that he purposely stuck out a little farther, just to make it noticed.
She was walking down the hall with her parents and the rest of the group and saw him leaning against the front desk. Her dad noticing him, as well, said “That guy there, is Matt Daniels, he remembers me every year, how cool is that?!”. Hearing his name, it was glued in her head, whether she wanted it to or not. It was stuck like a song you just can’t rid of.
As she walked out the door, she just couldn’t look at him. He looking at her, knew she didn’t see his nametag, perfectly placed on his arm, just so she would notice it, not knowing her dad had already mention his name, he was devastated. Never again, would he see her and there was nothing he could do about it.
On the way home, he was on her mind, for his name was like a song that you just can’t get rid of. She didn’t know why, because she’d seen a good looking men before, but this one, there was just something about him that intrigued her. Maybe it was his smile or his charm, but knowing his name, she knew that it was up to her if she wanted to get to know him. She was a bit hesitant about it, though, because she was in a relationship. Contemplating it, she decided to see if he was on Facebook, sure enough he was the top Matt Daniels in the search. Without much thought then, she clicked “Add as a Friend” and sending a message saying she had seen him at Operation Christmas Child and hoped it wasn’t creepy of her to have looked him up.
As he left work that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about her and wondered if he had missed his shot at getting to know a stunning Christian girl. As a couple days passed, he still couldn’t get her out of his head and couldn’t get over the fact that she didn’t look at him as she walked out, to notice his perfectly placed nametag. That’s about when he logged into Facebook and noticed he had a friend request. Reading the message, he wasn’t sure if it was her, the girl from the other night. Could it really be? Did she actually see my nametag? He had hope that it was, but he wasn’t sure. He sent a message back, saying he really hoped this was the girl who didn’t live in Minnesota and if it was, he was so happy she found him, if it wasn’t, he was sorry for thinking it was someone else.

The second connection was made, thanks to her dad boldly mentioning his name and Facebook.

Since that day, they’ve exchanged messages and chatted online, which led to texts, then calls. In the last three months, they’ve talked about everything. The good, the bad, beliefs and morals, hopes and dreams, interests and hobbies, family and friends, passions and goals, the past and the future. Covering all grounds and they are still intrigued and excited. There have been bumps, but no red flags. There have been discussions, but no major disagreements. The conversations have never been dull, awkward, or uncomfortable. They’ve been open and honest, sometimes forward and blunt, but it’s always been great conversation between the two of them.


She’s excited, but nervous about the 13th of February, for he’s a man who knows how to treat a woman right and she’s not used to that. She doesn’t know what to expect, and doesn’t know how to respond to being treated so well. She has loved it and is learning to accept it, but it still makes her nervous at times, especially on a day when the standards are put high because of the holiday.

He’s excited, but a little nervous about the 13th of February, for it’s their first Valentines Day together and he wants his plans to go as smooth as he hopes they will. He wants to make her feel special, but not do anything too cliché, because he knows she wouldn’t like that, plus he doesn’t want things to be like that either.


As it was said, the man’s name in this story is Matt Daniels. The girl in this story he calls Marie, for that’s her middle name. As you can guess, that girl is me and I’m excited to share with you this story, this new development, this new experience!