How to Rope an Englishman: Part Six

September 24, 2010

Need to catch up?  Read:

Part Un: Derek*

Part Deux: Getting It

Part Trois: Mrs. Adventure

Part Quatre: Back-Row Baptists

Part Cinq: Fat Stanley

Part Six: A Voice, but not a voice

The night Simon gave me his CD, Sara and I went to the pub and hung out with him and his housemates.  He bought me a drink and made me laugh, and I told him I really, really liked his music.

A few days later, we were with some friends a few blocks from my house, when I gathered my things up and said, “It’s getting late…I think I’ll head home.”

It was dark, but I was 21 and a bit braver/stupider than I am now.

“I’ll walk you,” Simon said.

“Oh…right…okay.  Cool.”

We put our coats on and made our way down the dark promenade, past the beach, round the corner, and down my road – which was really just an alleyway.  We talked the whole way, and when we got to my door, I asked Simon if he wanted to come in for a few minutes.

“…for a glass of water?”

“Yes, please.”

I got us both a glass, and we sat across from one another in my living room, taking gulps and swallowing loudly.

He asked me some questions about North Carolina, and laughed when I told him about the high school I went to where boys rode tractors to school and thousands of people showed up at Friday night football games.

“Sounds like a film,” he said.

“Hmm, maybe,” I answered.  “Except less glamorous, and more boring.”

We were quiet for a moment, and he took a long sip of water.

“You know,” he finally said.  “It’s weird how I don’t know a lot about your past, and you don’t know a lot about mine.  But I feel kind of…connected to you.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, looking nervously into my glass.

“Anyway,” he took a deep breath. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

He stood up and handed me his glass.

“Thanks for the drink.  I should go home.  See you tomorrow at uni?”

“Yeah, definitely.  That’ll be good.”

I walked him to the door and leaned against the frame while he stepped out into the crisp October air.  I could see his breath in the alleyway against the light from a lamppost across the street.

“Thanks again, Faith.  See you later.”

“Alright, yeah.  See you.”

I watched him walk down the alley, back to where we had come from.  His black hair was shimmering with mist, and he was wearing the big camel-colored toggle coat he always wore then (and for two winters after).  He turned around one last time to flash another smile at me, and I smiled back.

It was then that I heard it.  A voice, but not a voice.  Maybe clearer than a voice.

“This is the one I have for you.”

Clear as day.

And I knew.

Just like that.

He turned the corner and disappeared into the night, and I closed the door and ran upstairs to my room, where I dropped to my knees and told God I heard.

Where I asked if it was true.

Where He stamped it onto my heart – a deep imprint for me to come back to over the coming days, weeks, months, while I waited for the man I was falling in love with to realize he loved me too.


Part Sept: Hurry Up and Wait

15 responses to “How to Rope an Englishman: Part Six”

  1. Jennifer says:

    Well worth the wait and what a great 5 month anniversary present for Chad and I!!!!! Love your story as always.

  2. amanda says:

    So cool!! I like your writing. The voice-ish from God is very exciting.

  3. amanda says:

    And YAY YAY for part six!!!

  4. bridgett says:

    So Beautiful! I loved reading this 🙂

  5. Danielle says:

    You can’t leave me hanging like this! I need more!

  6. I loved reading your story! Gorgeous writing!

  7. Laura says:

    Your story is beautiful. I have to agree with Danielle though… don’t leave us hanging!

    My favourite line: ” I could see his breath in the alleyway against the light from a lamppost across the street.” I love this!

  8. Kim says:

    Just read all of this with goosebumps. You write beautifully and now I find myself sitting here waiting to read on……….

    • GreatSmitten says:

      I know, I know, I know! Three different people have told me this week to finish this story, so…I’ll take that as a sign!

  9. Anna Altman says:

    I need more, please 🙂

  10. jami says:

    Yep, time to write more!

  11. ACE says:

    When are you finishing this? 🙂

  12. […] be pleased to know I didn’t tell Simon about the voice-but-not-a-voice.  Because as clear as I knew I’d heard God speak, I also knew that […]

  13. maanda says:

    Thank you for sharing this… this truly touched my heart!

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