My husband ‘went country’ a year or two into our dating. He was raised in Jersey, then went to college in Rhode Island. Not a lot of opportunity for good ol’ fashioned country music amongst all of the Bruce Springsteen.
Then he met me. And mocked me for being a country music fan. Then he fell in love with me, spent a lot of time around me and had no choice about the country music in his life. And from there, the following happened. (Apparently this is a common occurrence for dating couples. Our pastor even mentioned it in a sermon…)
1. You let your girlfriend play country music while in the car together.
2. You make one of your radio pre-sets a country station to impress your girlfriend. You even tune to this station when she is in the car to further impress her.
3. You find yourself tuning into the country station even when she isn’t in the car.
4. You are a full-fledge country fan that wears flannel to country concerts.
A date night was just what we needed after Scott’s crazy work schedule for the past few weeks. He got home after I went to bed most nights.
And going to a country concert in our hometown was just what I needed after feeling a bit isolated and out of my element in my new home.We had a ton of fun, rocked out in the balcony and made friends with grandmas in line for the bathroom. I guess that was just me. We may have been on the younger side of the age spectrum.
Josh put on a great show. His baritone is out of this world. I mean, its hard to believe that his wife gets to listen to that all the time!
We had a great time and now I *really* want a pair of cowboy boots! (Scott almost got me a pair for Christmas – before I even mentioned wanting a pair! The man is seriously good.)