The day I met him I was very hesitant and felt like I would be wasting my time. My best friend had challenged me to go on a blind date that she would specifically set up herself. Bombshell. It was Friday evening and my friend called me up and said for me to get decent, and head out to Starbucks because I have someone I’d like you to meet.
Not only wasn’t I given at least a day’s notice to prepare for this blind date but according to my friend, I had to meet him immediately and there wasn’t any time for me to prance around. I changed into a fashionable pair of sweatpants and a pair of black sneakers, touched up my face a bit and primped my hair out and I hopped into my car to go to Starbucks to attend an impromptu blind date.
The second I pulled into the parking lot, my heart skipped a beat. At this point in my dating career, I had been on countless dates but for some strange reason, I felt different. It wasn’t that I was feeling butterflies or anything of that nature, but I was actually feeling happy and in anticipation of who would be inside waiting for me.
I had no idea what to expect, as my friend didn’t give me the slightest details including what kind of vehicle he drove all the way down to the color of his shirt that he may be wearing. I was clueless. All she said was, “He’s black and handsome.”
As I walked into Starbucks that Winter Friday evening, I looked around to scan the facility and I saw a few black men, but none of them seemed to be there for a blind date. To kill some time, I ordered my usual, a grande caramel apple spice and right before I was about to hand the cashier my card; I hear a voice say,
Make that two grande caramel apple spices on my tab, please.
The cashier smiled at me and I turned around to be greeted by a very attractive man. Without hesitation and with much confidence in his voice, this very fine man said, “Hello Samantha, I’m Clark.” Wait, what? This was my blind date?
It would be this single-handed interaction that would lead into the new world of Clark and I’d like to look at our relationship as Lovelogical because we are not traditional. He’s deaf and I’m hearing. Because I chose to look beyond his physical disability, I was able to open into a new world—his world. I would meet and mingle with new found friends who are deaf all because of Clark. I hope that our story inspires someone else to look beyond what they see as a physical characteristic and maybe take the chance to get to know someone outside of their comfort zone.
–The Pounds/Howard Family, Indianapolis, Indiana