Ann Lee Miller – Real Life Romance – Part 2 of 2

Shannon here: Contemporary Romance author, Ann Lee Miller shares waiting with bated breath for that first kiss from her future husband. Comment or answer the question at the end of any post dated Oct 20 – 24 to enter the drawing for 3 e-book copies of Kicking Eternity up for grabs for 3 winners. Deadline: Nov 5th, 11:59 pm central time. Here’s Ann:


Good-bye Girl by Ann Lee Miller

Good-bye Girl, was the name of the movie Jim and I watched on our first date—a moniker I could have worn myself.

I’d strung the elastic string of a candy necklace with crushes, adding and subtracting infatuations on a weekly basis. My affections were sweet, shallow, and disappeared quickly on the tongue. Inside, trust and daddy issues jostled with fear, poor self-esteem, and a bunch of their friends.

After the movie I didn’t think too much about Jim. My brain was stuffed with other things, another guy. Jim, however, went home and wrote me—the writer—a funny, sweet letter.

The date with the other guy fizzled. I read Jim’s note he’d scrawled across a sheet of notebook paper and tucked into my dorm mailbox. I smiled and stayed clueless.

But our second date—to the Yellow Deli—cleared my vision, much like the first pair of glasses I got that fall. Now I could see that I’d been drawn to Jim all semester. After I spied his girlfriend with my new corrective lenses, my interest curled toward romance. Then there had been flirting, apologizing for flirting, emotional and spiritual bonding. And now I was crazy about Jim, so awash in a cache of endorphins that I lost my toothbrush.

On Valentine’s eve a week later, Jim wrote again, telling me how much he was looking forward to our first Valentine’s Day. He showed up with a card, roses, and a Bible in which he penned, “Whether we spend our lives together or apart…”

My card to him said, “Already I care more for you than anyone I’ve ever known… I look forward to comfortably settling into “us” instead of you and me.”

And still, no kiss. I didn’t think too much about it. He was a seminary student after all.

His reticence, Jim told me later, hadn’t been piety, but fear of coming on too strong. He was a guy whose feet were rooted to the ground, reaching for a girl ten rungs up the hotness ladder.

I thought Jim was the one bending back down the ladder for me. I hadn’t sprung from churchy folk like Jim had.

The cord of Jim’s truth, however, held no play. He was the same guy when he was speaking to a group about Jesus as he was out of the limelight. His intellect, spiritual maturity, and innate ability to lead cemented him high on my ladder of appreciation.

Some girls are attracted to bad boys and I understand the draw. I spent a summer dodging eye contact with the carload of hotties Father McSweeny shanghaied to camp. But at my core I needed safety. At 21 I instinctively sensed I was safe with Jim. His devotion was passionate and solid. He was all in with Jesus and with me.

I basked in the next couple weeks of hand-holding, his arm around my shoulders that made my skin feel alive under all those layers of clothes.

February is a short month, but it stretched out long as a cat on a register. Five official dates and dozens of hours of non-dates… and Jim hadn’t kissed me. I was intrigued. Curious. Maybe a little eager.

Near the end of February, I turned the key in my door, stomping my Dingos and two pairs of socks to let in some warmth.

Jim hovered at my elbow, smelling like soap and snow.

Catholic guys kissed. Maybe Protestants had different rules.

Jim followed me into my room, and the door swung nearly shut.

I turned around to say good-night.

Jim stepped into my personal space.

I stared at his winter-pinked cheeks, mussed hair the color of pennies. I liked what I saw. I liked the caffeinated feel of his presence. I liked him.

His warm gaze, zeroed in on me as though he could see all my issues and didn’t care. Bring ‘em on, his eyes seemed to say, as he cupped my face in his hands, and leaned in for the Goldilocks of kisses—not too short or long, tentative or firm.


Jim didn’t know, nor did I—except in hindsight—but that kiss sealed our future.

Without our noticing, God had moved Jim around the chessboard of my life—dodging the rooks and bishops and knights of my issues—winning every part of me, last my physical affection.

God had set out to fix all the things Dad had broken and Jim would be the person He’d most often use.

I’m so glad Jim’s ridiculous—in his opinion—hope of landing the girl of his dreams gave him the courage to pursue me. I’ve been loved unconditionally, cherished, freed to fulfill my potential. And I have loved him in return with my whole heart.

About Ann: Ann Lee Miller, author of 5 Christian romances, earned a BA in creative writing and is working on a Master’s in Fine Arts in creative writing. She works in the English Department at  Grand Canyon University and teaches creative writing classes in the Phoenix metro area. When she isn’t blogging memoir about growing up on a sailboat at, you’ll find her hiking in the Superstition Mountains with her husband or meddling in her kids’ lives. Over 100,000 copies of Miller’s Kicking Eternity have been downloaded from Amazon. Learn more & connect: Ann’s Facebook

Kicking Eternity by Ann Lee Miller

About the book – Kicking Eternity:

Stuck in sleepy New Smyrna Beach one last summer, Raine socks away her camp pay checks, worries about her druggy brother, and ignores trouble: Cal Koomer. She’s a plane ticket away from teaching orphans in Africa, and not even Cal’s surfer six-pack and the chinks she spies in his rebel armor will derail her. The artist in Cal begs to paint Raine’s ivory skin, high cheek bones, and internal sparklers behind her eyes, but falling for her would caterwaul him into his parents’ life. No thanks. The girl was self-righteous waiting to happen. Mom served sanctimony like vegetables, three servings a day, and he had a gut full. Rec Director Drew taunts her with “Rainey” and calls her an enabler. He is so infernally there like a horsefly—till he buzzes back to his ex. Raine’s brother tweaks. Her dream of Africa dies small deaths. Will she figure out what to fight for and what to free before it’s too late? For anyone who’s ever wrestled with their dreams.

Question for Readers: Name a blessing you’ve needed to screw up your courage to obtain?

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6 Responses to “Ann Lee Miller – Real Life Romance – Part 2 of 2”

  • Shelia Hall says:

    I had to agree to the first date with my now ex husband or I would not have my beautiful daughter to hold now

  • stvannatter says:

    I’d forgotten about it until recently when my sister in law put an old picture of my husband, his nephew, mom, and grandmother sitting in the bleachers of our old high school gym. On that long ago night, my husband was the Fall Festival King for our class. I was not the queen. He was the new guy at school and all the girls had gone nuts over him, including me. I hadn’t even spoken to him. In fact, I was shy and barely spoke to anyone. But I was coming down the bleachers and he was sitting there dressed in his suit right by the steps, with a narrow space behind him. I had heels on and when I saw him sitting there, I thought I’m going to use his shoulder and walk behind him to get to the steps and maybe he’ll notice me. I screwed up my courage and said something like, “Can I borrow your shoulder.” He gave me a big smile and said, “Yes.” I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed behind him to the steps. He noticed me and it wasn’t long after that we were dating.

  • Sheila,

    Good for you, focusing on the positive!

  • Sheila,

    Shannon, what a lovely story. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  • Linda Moffitt says:

    Thanks for sharing I can’t think of any right now

  • I have winners! Kim, Shelia, and Linda won the drawing. I appreciate Ann for being my guest and everyone else for stopping by.

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