Flashback Friday

Many of you have asked to hear more about how I fell in love with the wrong guy. Okay, not really. Nobody has asked. But, it all started a fateful New Year's Eve. And since we are nearing the New Year I thought I'd share that story today for Flashback Friday.

I dug out my old journal (the one I used to keep before I had kids. It's been years since I actually wrote it in!) and I'm just going to quote it verbatum, since it tells the story so nicely. Remember, when I wrote this I had only been home from my mission for a month and a half, and had high ambitions of a successful career as a news reporter before I even thought about "settling down."

Monday, January 1, 2002

Boy troubles. Yes, already! So, I think I am starting to have a crush on Mike. Bad news. We've emailed since I've been home, and talked on the phone a few times. My first clue that a crush was beginning to develop was that I noticed that each time I checked my email I would hold my breath, hoping that there was a message from him. And the first time he called me on the phone we talked for nearly two hours! But it gets better. Oh yes!

So, I sent him an email telling him that Andria wanted me to go to the single branch's dance and that I thought I would rather have a root canal. (side note, it was the dance I didn't want to attend, spending time with Andria somewhere other than a single's dance is defiantly better than a root canal!)

So-he called me Sunday Night and said he and Riley were going to plan something and did I want to come over.

So honestly my first thought was hey, I haven't seen Riley for a long time. This would be a perfect time to remind him how cool I am and get him to fall madly in love with me.

But my plan backfired, because I found myself having girly butterfly feelings in my stomach whenever I looked at Mike. Laughing a little louder at his jokes, walking a little closer to him. At times I had to remind myself that I was supposed to be flirting with Riley.

Then at one point we were writing down our New Year's resolutions to be burned on a big steel wheel (the symbolism escapes me) so I write something really shallow-loose 15 lbs. Well, Mike, after much coaxing, shared his. To stop chasing money and start chasing happiness. So I felt lame!

Then we were working out way through a wall of people and Mike is leader and he turns and grabs my coat sleeve so I don't get lost. My stomach did somersaults. Crazy! And several times during the night he would put his hand on the small of my back to guide me in front, and I would lose it every time.

Oh, I forgot to mention, we went to First Night downtown. And Mike bought my admission button and refused to let me pay him back and he paid for my dinner despite my insistence otherwise.

I think my New Year's Resolution should be to NOT fall in love!!!