A Series of Fortunate Events: How Austin and I Started Dating

I often get asked how Austin and I met, so I figured it was about time to write our story down! The biggest takeaway is that it’s so important to say “yes” to things. Had I not left the house a few different times, we might not be where we are today.

A Series of Fortunate Events: How Austin and I Started Dating

Austin and I met through Bumble, but it’s not how you think… It was about 4 years ago that I was on Bumble swiping and came across this guy who went to KSU- he was a Dec grad and just moved to Dallas, we had a mutual friend who was my BFF from Kansas. I swiped right because of that, she encouraged us to go on a date. Great, cool, swell. The date was AWFUL. One of the worst dates of my life- for perspective, I had knee surgery a few weeks before and was on crutches- he didn’t even open the door for me. I wanted to ghost him, but he ended up ghosting me (THE NERVE).

A few weeks later out of nowhere he invited me and my friends to a pregame. His apt was right by the bars we go to + free booze + his roommate played football at K-State, so that naturally meant hot guys.

That is the night I met Austin.

We hung out with the guys all night and when the cute friend, Matt, walked me to the elevator, I was sure we were about to exchange numbers and get a good night kiss. Instead I was sent down the elevator and told it was nice to meet me. Buzz kill.

I later found out about the long term girl friend and my ego wasn’t as bruised.

The next few months these guys are known as the “k-state boys”. They were an easy group of guys to text to do things, if we needed help, to watch sports, etc. Of the 3 guys that were always around, Austin was the “last resort” of getting ahold of someone. In fact, in April I got the guys floor seats and M&Gs for Eli Young Band (I worked in music at the time). The others weren’t answering so I was forced to text Austin… it read along the lines of “Jack and Matt won’t answer, but if you want to meet the band you need to be in here in 5”.

Fast forward to September.

It the first weekend of college football. I was invited to a watch party for K-State on a Friday night. I had just gotten back the day before from a week in the VIs so I was exhausted, but figured why not go be social. Thank goodness I suffered from FOMO, because this night would change everything.

Besides the guy who invited me (the awful Bumble date kid), the only person I knew was Austin, so I had to sit by him. We hit it off and chatted throughout the entire game- which says something because we are both huge football fans and barely watched a single down. He kept buying beers, and I kept pretending to drink my beer (but he didn’t know that). As the night was ending, I asked him if the guys were coming to my house warming party the next weekend. He said of course, but I later found out they weren’t planning to go (HOW RUDE!).

He squeezed my shoulder as he got into his Uber. BUTTERFLIES. He was flirting with me and I was into it.

We texted all week and the night of party I got hammered. Black out. Tequila shot. Wasted. My mom was in town for the event and knew about my new crush. As everyone walked from my house to the bars that night my mom played a little matchmaker. She told me Austin wanted to hold me hand, and 10 feet behind me went back and told Austin he should go hold my hand. In the worst voice you can imagine, I kept yelling “Austinnnn, hold my hannnnd” the entire walk.

At the bar, the guys ditched us and apparently I decided to walk home shortly after that because I knew I was going to be sick. Apparently Austin needed to know this, and I called him 27 times… before he shut off his phone.

I figured that was the end of that, but somehow he still texted me the next day. I didn’t scare him off after all!

For a few months we casually texted. Then finally Halloween weekend we had our first kiss and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

On Jan 12 he asked me to be his girlfriend over ice-cream (my favorite food).

TL;DR

We met though another guy at a party. It took us 9 months, but we “started talking” the first night of football season at a watch party. I was a crazy person who really wanted him to hold my hand, and then  a few months later we got ice cream and he asked me out. The rest is history.