Thursday, May 07, 2009

Our crazy/silly/roller-coastery story, part four

Maybe it could get a little stranger.

My dear oldest sister was so glad to have me home. So glad, in fact, that she wanted to do a little match-making. You see, she had been married for seven and a half years. She needed some company in the married department, so she thought she'd do her part.

So I got set up on a blind date. With a brother of a brother-in-law or something. We both tried really hard, but this wasn't going anywhere. It was so hard to talk to him. I kept thinking, throughout the evening, that Mr. TD&H was quickly topping my interest list. This guy sure couldn't hold a candle to him.

To review, then, in the three weeks since I'd been at BYU, I'd had several dates with three different guys. Not typical for me. But if I had to make a choice, that choice was clear. Let's say head and shoulders above the rest. And dark. And handsome.

A couple weeks later, I had a feeling of dejavu (sorry, I can't figure out how to put on the appropriate accent marks). Diana and I were invited by Troy and Mr TD&H to a date in the canyon. In the exact same spot as my interesting blind date. I had the opportunity to compare and contrast. Uh, no comparision. The sun began to set, and we just basked in the glory of a late summer evening. Then the fire was lit, and the s'more fest began! We had so much fun, but, uh, I guess I forgot my jacket, so I had to snuggle close to Mr. TD&H and share his coat before the fire. I was seriously getting twitterpated. We talked and talked, laughing and having a great time.

And he forgot to get his coat back at the end of the date. Oops. It smelled really good.

I have to admit--I think I may have fallen asleep that night snuggled in the coat. Just don't tell anyone, OK?

Mr. TD&H knew I was in Concert Choir. And it turned out that he knew some other people in it. So you can imagine my surprise when we were in the middle of rehearsal and the back door of the Madsen Recital Hall opened upon the TD&H form of a guy. He sat on a chair in one of the back rows. I must have blushed to the roots of my hair! But I was so flattered that he would come. After rehearsal he caught up with me and said that he just wanted to see me. He reached his hand toward me and in it was a Little Debbie Oatmeal Pie (if you don't know what that is, it's two soft oatmeal cookies with frosting between). He sheepishly said that he wanted to give me something, but that was all he had. My heart leaped. I have to confess that I kept that cookie pie for several years as a memento of the first thing he gave me. I am cringing even saying that because I am embarrassed at how super-sappy I was (and still am). When he found out I kept it, he was shocked! And he thought I was really weird. Which I am.

The next week my choir was part of the BYU Homecoming Spectacular. One of the performances would be graced by the presence of Mr. TD&H. I was extremely excited! So I donned my sparkly dress and the plate-sized rhinestone earrings and thought, "Let the games begin!" After said performance, I was with my friend Carol H. I had told her a little about this cute guy I was interested in. I told her his name, and she knew him! It seemed that we had more friends in common than we thought.

We walked out of the Marriott Center and there he was. Ooh, he looked so good. Like TD&H times a million! My stomach filled with butterflies. I was in serious trouble. I was falling for this guy. He walked closer and my heart started racing. He put his arms around me in a big hug and practically melted. Just at that second, Carol whipped out her camera. The moment had been captured for the ages. I was so very happy.

to be continued...


Tera said...

I am loving this story. I think this is going to be so great for your posterity to read!

Sweetarita said...

So now where is the picture?? Get it scanned and put in for us to see. I want to see the sparkly dress and plate sized earings!! Loving this- even if it creaps me a little to think of my brother as a romantic.

liz said...

So where is the photo? C'mon, let's see it! This is such a fun post story! You could write a book--just about your love story alone! Happy Mother's Day!