I went to BYU. For anyone not familiar with BYU, there happens to be a lot of pressure there to get married. Personally, although I wanted to get married as much as any of my roommates, I was in no hurry to settle down. I was having a lot of fun at school, and dating as much as I possibly could pack into my free hours. However, I never found anyone that I really thought I could be happy with for the long term.
I finished 3 years of school, and served a mission to South America for a year and a half, and was now back at school for my final year. There was a group of friends I was a part of that did everything together. We went on trips, and went to the movies, had parties, and the coming weekend, one of the guys had a condo he could get in St. George with wave runners to play on the lake with. My roommates though, were planning a party up at the reservoir that weekend, and were inviting an old friend of theirs named "Jeff " who they'd talked up quite a bit. As much as I wanted to get on those wave runners, I had a feeling I needed to meet this Jeff guy. I stayed home.
We all went up to the reservoir, and had a good time, although Jeff, even with my obvious flirting, wouldn't give me the time of day. Back at the apartment we all hung out for a while and talked, and I made some comment about Southern California, and how great it was or something. I don't remember what, and Jeff told me afterward he thought "typical CA girl" and I killed my chances with him. To be fair, my roommates were trying to set him up with one of them at the time.
I was disappointed, but not overly so. I kept dating, and would see Jeff at the apartment every once in a while. Towards the end of the year, I had a horrible relationship with someone quite a bit older than me, and got so disgusted, decided to not date for a while. I was also turning in applications for grad school at the time, and my prospects were really good at Texas A&M. It looked like I'd be accepted into a doctoral track right away. Anyway, I was going through the whole graduation thing, my roommates all were moving out, and I got a job on campus that summer in a lab to help cover my expenses until I started grad school. THEN Jeff called.
Since no one lived at my apartment anymore except me, I talked to hem, and he told me some long long story (anyone who knows Jeff knows he has the long storytelling gene from his dad --kind of like how ling THIS story is turning out to be) about a mountain biking trip he'd just been on. The whole time I'm trying to figure out why he's talking to me. Then he asks me out. I figure he just wants to do something with someone, and all of the others are gone.
We totally hit it off. He's got all of these qualities I was looking for, and is really easy to talk to. However, I'd just had that rotten relationship, and was pretty gun shy. After going out quite a bit for a month or so, Jeff needed to have knee surgery, and couldn't drive his manual car for a while. I drove him everywhere, and went to OT with him, etc. This was the first time in college I'd had a car and it was pretty cool.
I got to know him really well in a short time this way, and it was only a little while later that he asked me to marry him. By this time I had a full ride scholarship to Texas that even payed for my housing, and I was still a little skittish from that other boyfriend, but after some praying, and going to the temple I calmed down, and knew this was what I really wanted to do. Besides, by this time BYU had given me a scholarship to their program so I could still go on with school too.
Anyway, that's how we got together. It took a full year, and I had to break his knee to do it, but I caught him.
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