Wednesday, June 25, 2008
1st I loved the car, I 'd had it since I was 16. It was my first car.
2nd we (me and my Rambler) did everything together, I once drove to North Carolina in it and only got a hotel once. That's a lot of nights I slept in the car.
3rd if a girl could not see past the piece of crap I drove, then they would never understand me. Melissa never once asked why I didn't have a nice car. I really think she liked the bench front seat.
I can't believe that its been 9 years. The Rambler got sold, lots has changed but one thing is the same.........Melissa I LOVE YOU!!!!!! Every year gets better and better. I am blessed to have found you.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I went home with Billy after having a refreshingly fun time. The plan was to come back the next morning for the "Special Olympics". This is the put your face in pudding, put on all the clothes, pop a dozen balloons relay race one. I played but didn't see HIM. Billy made his goal and decided she was a little vapid for his taste. We went home for lunch and to clean up for the broadcast of the Padres Playoff Game. What I didn't know is that most of the people there were going to the stadium to watch it there not to the church. When we showed up to the church there were only about 20 people there and HE was one of them! Yes! The stars were aligning. So about 10 minutes before the game he came over to me and smiled. I melted and fluttered, and the song "In your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel started playing in my head. He said, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" . The music screeched to a stop, and I thought to myself can't you come up with anything better than that?! But he was even more handsome in person so I had a hard time processing his cheeziness. We tried to figure out where he knew me from. (I didn't think that I had ever seen him before, I would have remembered.) Then he left with some little just-out-of -highschool girls. Ahhh, the chase begins. I went home with Billy to get ready for the Dance that night. This was my time to get him. Dim lights do wonders for my looks, and dances were a favorable spot to prowl. I knew a few tricks.
- Don't stand in a pack of girls-to hard to ask one to dance.
- Don't let one guy monopolize your time unless you want him-it says we're together so don't bother asking
- Make GOOD eye contact when the slow song starts so he knows you want him
- Be a little coy but not over the top-you'll look desperate
- If he talks to you touch him-it says I'm warm and issue free
Anyway, we danced and talked and at the end of the night he asked if I wanted to go with him to the gas lamp district of San Diego. Actually, he teased me about being old and staying out past my bedtime so that I would go. I did. He drove me around in a pedi-cab and we talked and visited nearly all night. He did not however ask for my phone number nor try to get frisky with me.
The next day Sunday was my last to secure my man. Here is the problem, I was taught that a girl does NOT call boys, or give them their phone numbers unsolicited, or chase boys in general... so if he didn't ask for my number I figured he didn't want it and that was it. They should chase you my mom always said. On Sunday he met me at the doors of the Chapel and sat with me during the testimony meeting. He smelled heavenly. Then it was time to go and so I said my goodbye and left the building with Billy. I was totally disappointed, but I was not going to throw myself at him. Then the music starts up again and there He is giving me a business card from his pocket with his number (pre-written) on the back. He did like me. The beeeeautiful full lipped blonde liked me too. Billy was happy for me and he predicted that we would get married and live happily ever after. And we have. And I CHOSE him out of the crowd to be MY MAN.