Sunday, March 9, 2008

I'm slacking already!

I've only had this blog for a few months now, but I am already behind on my posts. I apologize to the faithful readers and promise to do better. Although I'm not sure what to write about in this particular post, it may just become a rambling of thoughts.

I was told that my blog has become quite the topic of discussion at a certain Law School. For those of you who are reading my blog in the interest of finding something to give C a hard time about - this one's for you... (and for the rest of you, find a new hobby)

I am going to recall the experience of my first kiss with C. It's a hilarious story actually, but requires some background information. C and I met while serving as missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. While as a missionary, you don't date or really even 'look' at the opposite sex with an inquisitive eye. C and I became very good friends because we were both serving in the same district and had weekly meetings. We were also the only missionaries within about a 150 miles of rural Vermont. C came home from his mission 7 months before I did. I came home from my mission and shortly after, moved to UT to finish my education - we decided to get together. After the first of the year in 2004 we started seeing each other more regularly. I was still somewhat hesitant about getting involved in a serious relationship and to be honest, I felt like C was only hanging out with me because he felt sorry for me. I used to refer to myself as his 'service project', although he consistently reminded me I was not. I believe it was sometime in January, we had gone to a basketball game with some of our friends; to support his team, he was wearing his favorite Utah hat. That evening, we were sitting on the couch at his parents house just talking and watching television. I was going to say good -bye and I saw him turn his hat around backwards, so the bill wouldn't get in the way (not obvious at all). He could tell I was nervous because I wasn't really sure if I ready for our relationship to go in that direction. He said, "it's not against the rules anymore" and kissed me.

We are about to celebrate our 4 year anniversary and it's been a blast. I think the first year was definitely tough just adjusting to living with a boy, but we've really learned and changed a lot and I'm happy.

5 comments:

Thirdmango said...

Holy crap, four years! Has it really been that long? Amazing. I like that the overly romantic words he said to you right before kissing you was "It's not against the rules anymore." How Amore!

Anonymous said...

I heard that the two of you would take your missionary tags off and make out like Lutherans at summer camp.

K. Elizabeth said...

Oh, if only...

Andrea and Justin said...

I have never heard that story about your first kiss! I liked it. I can't wait to see you in April!

Thirdmango said...

Eeek. Seems Anonymous is a little hung up on the past. So because I'm moving I went through a LOT of mission stuff cause I'm a pack rat and I usually keep everything. Looking through all the stuff I actually ended up throwing out about 75% of it cause it was either no longer important or it just held bad memories of someone I had completely forgotten about.