An Awful Front Door Experience
My best friend was dating this guy for two years. His older brother, Isaac, moved back home to go to school and was looking for new friends. I had no idea that my friend and her boyfriend wanted to set me up with him. I went over for a bonfire, and Isaac was there. We talked all night. He was sweet and funny, just an all around good guy. A couple days later, I got a call from my friend saying she wanted to do a movie night. I thought it was strange, since we just did a movie night a week before, that she wanted to do another one again. So, I dragged it out of her that Isaac wanted to hang out with me again and thought that this was a more comfortable way. I agreed to the movie night. Tuesday was movie night. My friend came and picked me up after work. We went to her house, and Isaac was already there. Normally, my friend and I go and pick out a movie by ourselves to have some girl talk, but that didn't happen this night. We watched a Guess Who that night. When the movie was over, Isaac offered to give me a ride home. I figured why not since he was leaving, too. He took me home, pulled up in front of my house, turned the car off, and started talking. I was thinking okay, we'll talk for a little bit, and then I'll just go inside. Well, we talked for about an hour, and my front porch light started flashing on and off, which is strange since that never happens. Then about five minutes later, my little brother started spotting the car with his spot light. He didn't do this once or twice, but five times! I was embarrassed, and the front porch light was flashing, so Isaac said, "I guess you should get inside, huh?" I said I guess I should. He offered to walk me. So, we were walking to my door, and right when I opened the screen door, he asked for my number. I gave it to him, and he said he'd call that weekend to do something. He started to lean in and, right then, my dad opened the door! I stood there very embarrassed. My dad just shut the door. I didn't know what to say. I'm thinking, "Well, you're not calling me." So, he said good night, and left. I was so embarrassed. About two minutes later, I get a text saying, "It's me. I just wanted you to know I had a great time talking with you, and maybe this weekend we can do something. Just from hanging out, I think you're a sweet girl, and I definitely want to hang out again. Well, I'll talk to you later, Isaac." I think, "Wow, I guess he really did like me." In the end, things didn't work out between us. But this is a story that he will be telling his grandsons one day, saying once I took a girl home, had the car spotted, front porch light flashed, and when I walked her to the door, her dad opened it. I will probably share this story to my daughters when they have an awful front door experience.
— Kathryn, 23