That evening he approached me once again in the hallway.
He said, "Hey! I tried to talk to you today...why did you rush off?"
"Oh..ya..well...I had to be somewhere super important."
"Okay...whatever... hey, btw, do you have a boyfriend?"
"As a matter of fact I do."
"Is he here at school?"
"Is he here near by?"
"Well no...uhmm...he's at BYU (across the country.)"
"Well then, I guess he's not a problem."
Cue hanging mouth open while stunned at his candor.
Quickly...very quickly...I walked off. BOY was this guy confident. And geez louise I didn't know what to think about him. Seriously cute, but I was taken and busy and needed to go check out a book on baton twirling.
The next night a slew of my friends and acquaintances gathered in the main foyer. I sat myself down and began studying my lines for a play I was recently casted in. I was beyond excited to play the lead role of NORA in A Doll's House by Henrick Ibsen, but I was exhausted from the demand of time it required. Finally, I closed my script and hit the floor. Rowdy and another boy who I secretly had a crush on (even though I was basically engaged to another) began to chat with me about "what I want in a guy."
Now, I know you won't believe me...but I had NO IDEA that this was some sort of blatant flirtatious experience. I really just thought they were asking. In a really friendly way. About what the requirements of my future husband would be. TOTALLY friendly.
After this light and airy encounter of "he has to be musically gifted and love Wal-mart midnight escapades," my friend Erin and I went back upstairs to her dorm room. She said, "do you even REALIZE how hard they were flirting with you?"
I mean, I knew Rowdy was hitting on me pretty hard. But he must have totally gotten my hint of non-availability by now. I was sure of it.
(I didn't even know this gal was taking a picture. I was a dreamer.)
to be continued...