Alright. I’m not gonna lie. I went to college with one mission and one mission only: Date, Date. DATE! Do not marry!!!
See, I had all these plans to, you know, travel the world, experience life (whatever that means), and be wild and crazy and single for a LONG time. And that lasted, one, two . . . THREE months. That’s all. Love and a tall handsome guy had other plans.
So was it love at first sight? Nope. In fact, the first time I ever saw him was during a devotional meeting. He was giving a talk in front of like 200 people and I was waaaayy in the back flirting BIG TIME. Not paying attention to the guy talking. At. All.
So then one day I saw this guy sitting alone. I’d seen him around, like the time he gave that talk I ignored completely, and he was in my ward. So I sat next to him and started up the small talk. Oh my goodness this guy was UNINTERESTED. After 10 seconds I said, “Alright, bye,” like a lame-o and then I had this weird thought, you’ll never marry this guy. He’s so not your type. I walked away embarrassed that I’d bothered him, but more confused about why I’d even thought of marrying him at all.
After that, whenever he’d see me in the hallways or anything he’d always say hi to me. I figured he just felt bad for our earlier encounter and the hi’s would eventually stop. But they didn’t. And so for like a month we had this hi-bye relationship going on.
And somehow he and I ended up actually talking to each other. And this time it wasn’t awkward or strained. All was going well until he whispered in my ear, “Wanna go stargazing?” I rolled my eyes internally while smiling thinking, Really? “Stargazing?” But my adventurous instincts, probably the really crazy ones, kicked in and I actually said yes. So we left the safety of our friends and I started walking towards the baseball fields, where EVERYONE and their dog goes to “stargaze” (in case you haven’t caught on stargazing is totally code for someone’s-going-to-make-a-move or expect-a-total-makeout-session). But he DIDN’T take me to the baseball fields. Instead, he led me to his truck and we drove off up some hills (which should’ve creeped me out but for some reason didn’t) and when we came up over the last hill I gasped. The city lights were beautiful and the stars and he’d actually put some effort into it and it wasn’t even a date! We talked, freaked out over creepy sounds and glowing eyes, and then he took me back to my apartment. That was it. And I suddenly knew this guy was different. Good different. He made me feel tingly? But happy. Really happy.
But boy was he a slow mover.
I have never EVER in my life told a guy a liked him. But about two weeks of hanging out, the words just slipped out of me while we were talking one day. I was mortified. I even covered my mouth after I said it. But before I could lie and take it back, he said those golden words, “I like you too.” And that was that.
We were kind of just inseparable from then on.
And then it was just the little things that made me fall in love with him. He went grocery shopping with me. We liked the same cereals! (That is a major importance for relationships!) He took care of me when I got the flu. He was an amazing kisser. We fell off the hood of his truck WHILE kissing. We ran into horses on our second date completely totaling his truck but he didn’t scream or freak out. He was only worried about me and our date. And all the while he made me feel different.
All those flings and “loves” I’d ever had hadn’t been love at all. But they were my best mistakes. They prepared me for the real thing. So I could note the difference. So I could FEEL the difference.
And then he proposed. Of course I said yes. He let me pick out the ring.
And five months later we were married!
AND GUESS WHAT???
I went on lots of adventures, I traveled (well not as much YET but we have plans!), and I’ve had MAJOR awesome life experiences, and I got to and still get to do those things with my best friend! And together we are crazy, wild, and fun. Well not AS crazy but still fun. At least we like to think so.
I was totally wrong about getting married. My goal going into college should’ve been Date, Date. DATE! And do NOT marry the WRONG person. BUT if you find the one, grab him. Do NOT let him go.
And I most certainly didn’t.
And I’d say we are pretty dang happy. :)
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