Taming Ken – Part 4 – The Love Umbrella

A few weeks ago, Ken and I had a fun conversation about when was the first time we thought we were falling in love with each other. So, I want to share my story with you.
At our church, we have a band of guys that man the parking lot before each service. On rainy days, they even come get you with an umbrella!
It seems like every time I recall arriving at church in my mom’s purple Dodge Caravan on a rainy day or night, Ken was the umbrella guy who escorted me to the building.
So, as a Valentine’s tribute to true love. Here is a theme song Ken actually approves of.
Bus Stop


Taming Ken – Part 3 – Ice Cream Bribes

When Ken and I first starting “talking” (you know, one of those in-between stages of “just friends” and “dating” that teenagers use to describe their relationships), I was working at the Emmanuel Student Activity Center (fondly called the SAC) during the summer.  Ken was taking a few summer classes and would come visit me in between classes.  Some days, Ken would come in with Jay or Moose (or both), other days, he’d come in by himself (as he got braver).  Even other days, I’d get visits from Moose and Jay by themselves and they would tell me how much Ken talks about me and likes me!

So, one day, Ken comes in and we’re chatting and laughing.  As it got time for him to leave, he stands up to give me a hug and says “see ya later, shorty!”  Just as with any early “talking” relationship, I got mad (sorta) and said “don’t call me short!” and pouted.  He left, I made rounds and came back to my office to read.  About 15 minutes later, Ken comes back in with a cup of chocolate ice cream from the Water Wheel!  Trying to remain mad at him, I made my best effort to act like I didn’t like chocolate ice cream – but I failed because chocolate is my FAVORITE ice cream!  Needless to say, I ate the ice cream and forgave him for calling me short.

Chocolate ice cream seems to be my weakness – and Ken has used it for his benefit more than once!

Taming Ken – Part 2 – Blame it on the mamas

My family started going to FCF (now GBF) the summer before I started my freshman year of college. After attending for several months, one Sunday my mom asked me “do you know that guy? He’s the assistant pastor’s son; he goes to Emmanuel. He’s cute! Have you seen him before?” My normal, 19 year old answer was “No, mama” and changed the subject, even though I was secreting eying the guy she pointed out.
Several more months went by, it was summer time again, and I was home from college. My dad had a summer coaching job in Virginia and my mom and sister went to visit him for Father’s Day. I was taking summer classes so I couldn’t go. My grandparents were also out of town so I spent Father’s Day all by myself – but I went to church! So, after Sunday night’s service, Mrs. Marie stopped me and asked where everyone was. I told her about their trip and she said “You look down. You need a mama hug. I want you to meet my son – this is Ken!” Ken rushed in, said “hey”, and rushed out.
A few weeks later, at Echo, I sat between these two black girls (Ann and Vickie, the super twins – we made an Oreo!) and Ken sat across the table from us (as I said before – all love blooms at Echo) and I gave him permission to call me.
So – Ken and I got together thanks to our mamas!


Taming Ken – Part 1 – Love bites

I had a special request for this one. So, in honor of Valentine’s Day, I think I will tell you some stories about me and Ken.  This is the story of how I caught him (he told this story in the teen room so I won’t get in trouble).
One Sunday night, early in our relationship, we were sitting in my car waiting on the rest of the gang so we could go to Echo (the place where all love blooms). I had just been introduced to the band, Five Iron Frenzy (anyone remember them?), so I had their CD in my CD-player in my car. The song “Pre-ex-girlfriend” came on and I made some comment about “hey, it’s our theme song!” He started pouting and then decided to tickle me. Somehow, the triceps of his left arm ended up in front of my face! My protection mechanism kicked in and so I bit his left triceps! Yes, you heard me right – he tickled me and I bit him!
I believe he told me later that the next day, his dad came to wake him up and asked him what happened to his arm. Obviously, he didn’t tell PK that I bit him! But I left a nice teeth-shaped bruise on his arm. So, now the world knows!!
So, just ask Ken, when Cyn gives love bites, she REALLY bites!