Whoa. "You are so beautiful"?
Who says that kind of thing?
I mean, I am an English major. I am accustomed to guys who can talk the hind legs off a mule. But did he really say that?
But I saw sincerity in his eyes. He was serious. As a heart attack.
Needless to say, I was taken aback. Was he for real or just a really good actor? Now, before you jump down my throat, I am not saying that I am not beautiful--I was just shocked by the sudden, unexpected quality of the comment. The audacity. The courage.
Mr. TD&H and I started talking a little bit. He was a computer nerd (well, not a nerd, you know, he is td&h), and he wore a pager for work. I told him that when I left on my mission, only drug dealers had pagers. Nice, I know. I'm not known for my tact. I mentioned that I was an internet novice (but I probably didn't know enough to say it that way). Being the gallant gentleman he is, Mr. TD&H offered to show me the ropes. He was studying computer science at BYU, and we made plans to get together the next day at the Talmage Building to un-novice-ize me.
I was excited. I know it wasn't a "date" per se, but I would see him. 4 p.m. That sure was a long time to wait.
Monday, 4 p.m.
He was on time. We greeted each other, and he invited me to the computer lab. I sat down. He took a seat right behind me. He was very close. I was very aware in a giggly sort of way. He asked me what I wanted to search. Being a very recently returned missionary, I of course wanted to look up the Barcelona mission. He helped me figure it all out, and wonder of wonders up popped the mission website, complete with pictures of Barca and everything! We started talking about how amazing missions are. I asked him where he served. San Antonio, Texas, with the aforementioned Troy. How long had he been back? A few years. He returned the question: how long had I been back. Three weeks, I said. Startled, he moved his chair back a few inches. Three weeks, he stammered? With a nervous giggle, I said, "Yep!"
to be continued...