Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
My heart was racing after bounding up the stairs.
"Get back down here!"
"No! I have to study!"
"No you don't! Come on!"
I
casually made my way downstairs to be interrogated by Evan's roommates.
I couldn't wipe the goofy grin off my face. I had had a great time with
Evan. There was no hiding that.
"So how was it?"
"It was good. I had fun."
"What did you do?"
"We just went miniature golfing and then he dropped me off."
"Wait, did you find out his real name?"
"Oh ya. It's Evan. Well actually it's Paul. He's named after his dad. His dad is Paul. He goes by his middle name, Evan."
His roommates were shocked I knew his real name now and even why they called him Magic.
"So why Magic?"
"Well, his initials are the same as Magic Johnson's, the basketball player. So there ya go."
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!"
More goofy grinning from me ensued.
As
I sat there trying not to look as twitterpated as I felt, I wondered if
Evan knew his friends were questioning me about what would turn out to
be my last first date. I later found out that he had no idea they were
there.
I knew my friends were going to want to know the
details of the date, but I certainly couldn't talk about it with Evan's
friends hanging around. I feigned exhaustion and said I was going to
bed.
"Wait, one more question. What happened, ya know, when he dropped you off?"
(pause. goofy grin.) "I don't kiss and tell," I said as I walked back upstairs.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Are you serious?! Get back here!"
Showing posts with label Love Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Stories. Show all posts
Friday, February 1, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Love Stories
(Read from the beginning here, here, and here.)
“I’m not supposed to say anything to you, but Magic wants to ask you out.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, my brother asked me if you were dating anyone. I told him no and he said Magic is planning on asking you out.”
“Oh my gosh. Are you serious?”
“Yeah. He’s going to call you.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I didn’t know Magic that well, but I was beyond excited for him to ask me out.
My phone rang. It was him. I looked at Kristi and said, “Oh my gosh, he’s calling me.” I darted upstairs to my room and nonchalantly answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, is this Whitney?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey it’s Magic.”
“Oh hey! How are you?”
“I’m good. I wanted to see if you had plans this Thursday.”
“Ummm no I don’t think so.”
“Cool. Do you like miniature golf?”
“No. Not really.”
facepalm
“Oh.”
“Oh. No. I mean. I’d love to go miniature golfing.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’d love to go.”
“Ok. I have a softball game on Thursday at 6. If you want, you can come to that and then we’ll go miniature golfing afterwards.”
“Yeah that sounds great.”
Thursday rolled around and I headed to Magic's game with my friends. I watched his team win the intramural softball championship and congratulated him afterward. I was all set to hop in his car and get our first date started when he told me he was going home to shower and that he'd call me when he was leaving to pick me up.
I was a little embarrassed. I had come to his game all glammed up (well, appropriately glammed for a softball game and miniature golf) thinking we'd be leaving straight from his game to go on a date. The walk back to my apartment with my friends was a little awkward. I left my apartment with them not expecting to see them until after this date. Now I was walking back home with them feeling like the date was ruined before it had even started.
We stopped at a friend's apartment on the way home and Magic called me.
"Hey I'm heading to your place."
"Oh I'm not there."
"Oh. Do you still want to go miniature golfing."
"Umm ya. Just pick me up at my friend's apartment."
Something about not being at my apartment when he was coming to pick me up made me feel better. I could change things up on him just like he had changed things up on me. If our little date didn't go as planned I could easily make other plans. I had plenty of people who would want to see me on a Thursday night. I didn't need to go miniature golfing.
I hopped in his car and we drove to Trafalga.
"So why don't you like miniature golf?"
"I don't know. I've just had some bad experiences."
"Bad experiences with miniature golf?"
"Well, I somehow end up going with people who take it way too seriously. And I'm kind of terrible at it so I always end up being the loser who needs ten strokes to get it in the hole."
"Haha well I won't take it too seriously."
We arrived and paid for our game. We played one round and decided to skip the last hole so we could play again. It was raining a little so there weren't many people playing on the course outside. We laughed and flirted. And he didn't take it too seriously at all.
"You know, my mom and dad's first date was miniature golf and she won."
"Are you saying I should let you win?"
"No, I was just pointing out a coincidence."
"Riiiiiiiiiight."
I did end up winning. Magic drove me home and walked me to my door. He said he had fun and that we should hang out again. Then he left.
I entered my apartment to find all of his friends hanging out with my roommates. I stopped, smiled, and promptly ran upstairs.
“I’m not supposed to say anything to you, but Magic wants to ask you out.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, my brother asked me if you were dating anyone. I told him no and he said Magic is planning on asking you out.”
“Oh my gosh. Are you serious?”
“Yeah. He’s going to call you.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I didn’t know Magic that well, but I was beyond excited for him to ask me out.
My phone rang. It was him. I looked at Kristi and said, “Oh my gosh, he’s calling me.” I darted upstairs to my room and nonchalantly answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, is this Whitney?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey it’s Magic.”
“Oh hey! How are you?”
“I’m good. I wanted to see if you had plans this Thursday.”
“Ummm no I don’t think so.”
“Cool. Do you like miniature golf?”
“No. Not really.”
facepalm
“Oh.”
“Oh. No. I mean. I’d love to go miniature golfing.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’d love to go.”
“Ok. I have a softball game on Thursday at 6. If you want, you can come to that and then we’ll go miniature golfing afterwards.”
“Yeah that sounds great.”
Thursday rolled around and I headed to Magic's game with my friends. I watched his team win the intramural softball championship and congratulated him afterward. I was all set to hop in his car and get our first date started when he told me he was going home to shower and that he'd call me when he was leaving to pick me up.
I was a little embarrassed. I had come to his game all glammed up (well, appropriately glammed for a softball game and miniature golf) thinking we'd be leaving straight from his game to go on a date. The walk back to my apartment with my friends was a little awkward. I left my apartment with them not expecting to see them until after this date. Now I was walking back home with them feeling like the date was ruined before it had even started.
We stopped at a friend's apartment on the way home and Magic called me.
"Hey I'm heading to your place."
"Oh I'm not there."
"Oh. Do you still want to go miniature golfing."
"Umm ya. Just pick me up at my friend's apartment."
Something about not being at my apartment when he was coming to pick me up made me feel better. I could change things up on him just like he had changed things up on me. If our little date didn't go as planned I could easily make other plans. I had plenty of people who would want to see me on a Thursday night. I didn't need to go miniature golfing.
I hopped in his car and we drove to Trafalga.
"So why don't you like miniature golf?"
"I don't know. I've just had some bad experiences."
"Bad experiences with miniature golf?"
"Well, I somehow end up going with people who take it way too seriously. And I'm kind of terrible at it so I always end up being the loser who needs ten strokes to get it in the hole."
"Haha well I won't take it too seriously."
We arrived and paid for our game. We played one round and decided to skip the last hole so we could play again. It was raining a little so there weren't many people playing on the course outside. We laughed and flirted. And he didn't take it too seriously at all.
"You know, my mom and dad's first date was miniature golf and she won."
"Are you saying I should let you win?"
"No, I was just pointing out a coincidence."
"Riiiiiiiiiight."
I did end up winning. Magic drove me home and walked me to my door. He said he had fun and that we should hang out again. Then he left.
I entered my apartment to find all of his friends hanging out with my roommates. I stopped, smiled, and promptly ran upstairs.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Love Stories
(Read how it started here and here.)
The week leading up to “The BBQ” was one filled with excitement and anticipation. I had to continually remind myself that Magic, you’ll recall I still didn’t know his real name, may not even like me. I did think it highly unlikely that Magic or Jex didn’t like at least one of my roommates. Prior experience would have me believe that I was not the roommate that was being sought after. But I let myself indulge the idea that Magic might be interested in little ol’ me.
Saturday finally arrived and I spent most of the day pretending to study, but really daydreaming
about how the evening would go. After a quick trip to the store we returned to our apartment to have our roommate tell us our toilet had backed up into our shower. 3 girls and no shower. We frantically called some girls in our ward to ask if we could use their shower. When they obliged, we all gathered the things we needed and ran 2 blocks to their house.
We finished getting ready at our apartment and the doorbell rang. Magic and Jex had arrived, ready to bbq. We headed to the courtyard at our small apartment complex and started cooking. Music was playing, conversations were flowing. We were all having a good time.
This song came on the radio and Magic asked, “Who sings this song?” I still couldn’t really tell if Magic was interested in me. He seemed to be talking to my friends and Jex as much as he was talking to me. I knew who sang that song. I piped up and without trying to seem too eager said, “Everlast.” He was impressed.
Truth be told, I wasn’t 100% sure that Everlast sang that song. It was between the band Everclear and Everlast. I just happened to blurt out the right answer. Looking back I think he would’ve been just as impressed with me if I had answered incorrectly. He was already interested in asking me out. I just didn’t know it yet.
The week leading up to “The BBQ” was one filled with excitement and anticipation. I had to continually remind myself that Magic, you’ll recall I still didn’t know his real name, may not even like me. I did think it highly unlikely that Magic or Jex didn’t like at least one of my roommates. Prior experience would have me believe that I was not the roommate that was being sought after. But I let myself indulge the idea that Magic might be interested in little ol’ me.
Saturday finally arrived and I spent most of the day pretending to study, but really daydreaming
about how the evening would go. After a quick trip to the store we returned to our apartment to have our roommate tell us our toilet had backed up into our shower. 3 girls and no shower. We frantically called some girls in our ward to ask if we could use their shower. When they obliged, we all gathered the things we needed and ran 2 blocks to their house.
We finished getting ready at our apartment and the doorbell rang. Magic and Jex had arrived, ready to bbq. We headed to the courtyard at our small apartment complex and started cooking. Music was playing, conversations were flowing. We were all having a good time.
This song came on the radio and Magic asked, “Who sings this song?” I still couldn’t really tell if Magic was interested in me. He seemed to be talking to my friends and Jex as much as he was talking to me. I knew who sang that song. I piped up and without trying to seem too eager said, “Everlast.” He was impressed.
Truth be told, I wasn’t 100% sure that Everlast sang that song. It was between the band Everclear and Everlast. I just happened to blurt out the right answer. Looking back I think he would’ve been just as impressed with me if I had answered incorrectly. He was already interested in asking me out. I just didn’t know it yet.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Love Stories
(How it all began here.)
A fish funeral.
Never in a million years did I think the story of how I fell in love with Evan would include a funeral for a fish. A fish named Milkbone.
After spending a few hours with Evan and his friends at a bonfire in Provo Canyon the night before, stealing his hat in a rousing game of ultimate frisbee, then being largely ignored for the rest of the night, I had developed a small crush. Well, maybe it wasn't even a crush yet. I didn't know Evan hardly at all, but I did know I wouldn't mind bumping into him again in the near future.
When my friend Kristi told me her brother was going to be having a funeral for Milkbone and that some of his friends (not the fish, her brother) would be there I nonchalantly mentioned that I'd tag along. How often do you get to attend a fish funeral, complete with a presiding bishop in attendance? This was some pretty serious stuff.
It was a Sunday and out of respect for the deceased I thought it appropriate to wear my Sunday best, which just so happened to be a cute black number that was extremely flattering. (Oh how I wish that dress still fit...) We walked into the apartment where the funeral was to be held and I did a quick scan for Evan. Well, let's back up. At this point I don't think I knew his name was Evan. All of his friends had nicknames for each other and Evan's was "Magic". And when I asked Kristi what all of her brother's friends' names were, she wasn't even 100 % sure. So I knew him as Magic.
I saw Magic and apparently caught him off guard. He wasn't expecting me to be there. And in the wake of such tragedy, he wasn't going to get his hopes up in thinking I might make an appearance. Eventually he made his way over to where I was sitting and sat behind me. As my heart started to beat a little faster, I did my best to pretend like I hadn't seen him. The funeral began and there may have been some faux tears here and there. When everyone was invited to go outside for the burial (and I think it was at this point that the bishop in attendance had started to wonder if any of these boys would get married), I turned around and said something to Magic. (Or he may have initiated the conversation. Or maybe it was Kristi. I can't remember, but someone started talking.) Plans were made to get together the next week at our apartment and have a barbecue. Magic would be there and so would his friend Jex.
I'm not sure if I expected to be asked on a date at that fish funeral. I do remember leaving a little disappointed. I would have said yes to a date, even though all I really knew about this guy was that everyone called him Magic and he liked bonfires. Magic still thought I might have a boyfriend and was kind of testing the water to see how a group hang out would go. Surely he'd find out if I was dating someone if I showed up to this barbecue with a guy. Or at least it was bound to come up in some sort of conversation.
I left the funeral with a little bit of hope. At least I knew I'd get to see him again.
What I didn't know was that hours before our next encounter, I would be running several blocks to a friend's house with shower essentials and clean clothes in an effort to look somewhat decent after our toilet backed up into our shower. I was really excited to see Magic again and I wasn't going to let a little poop ruin that night.
A fish funeral.
Never in a million years did I think the story of how I fell in love with Evan would include a funeral for a fish. A fish named Milkbone.
After spending a few hours with Evan and his friends at a bonfire in Provo Canyon the night before, stealing his hat in a rousing game of ultimate frisbee, then being largely ignored for the rest of the night, I had developed a small crush. Well, maybe it wasn't even a crush yet. I didn't know Evan hardly at all, but I did know I wouldn't mind bumping into him again in the near future.
When my friend Kristi told me her brother was going to be having a funeral for Milkbone and that some of his friends (not the fish, her brother) would be there I nonchalantly mentioned that I'd tag along. How often do you get to attend a fish funeral, complete with a presiding bishop in attendance? This was some pretty serious stuff.
It was a Sunday and out of respect for the deceased I thought it appropriate to wear my Sunday best, which just so happened to be a cute black number that was extremely flattering. (Oh how I wish that dress still fit...) We walked into the apartment where the funeral was to be held and I did a quick scan for Evan. Well, let's back up. At this point I don't think I knew his name was Evan. All of his friends had nicknames for each other and Evan's was "Magic". And when I asked Kristi what all of her brother's friends' names were, she wasn't even 100 % sure. So I knew him as Magic.
I saw Magic and apparently caught him off guard. He wasn't expecting me to be there. And in the wake of such tragedy, he wasn't going to get his hopes up in thinking I might make an appearance. Eventually he made his way over to where I was sitting and sat behind me. As my heart started to beat a little faster, I did my best to pretend like I hadn't seen him. The funeral began and there may have been some faux tears here and there. When everyone was invited to go outside for the burial (and I think it was at this point that the bishop in attendance had started to wonder if any of these boys would get married), I turned around and said something to Magic. (Or he may have initiated the conversation. Or maybe it was Kristi. I can't remember, but someone started talking.) Plans were made to get together the next week at our apartment and have a barbecue. Magic would be there and so would his friend Jex.
I'm not sure if I expected to be asked on a date at that fish funeral. I do remember leaving a little disappointed. I would have said yes to a date, even though all I really knew about this guy was that everyone called him Magic and he liked bonfires. Magic still thought I might have a boyfriend and was kind of testing the water to see how a group hang out would go. Surely he'd find out if I was dating someone if I showed up to this barbecue with a guy. Or at least it was bound to come up in some sort of conversation.
I left the funeral with a little bit of hope. At least I knew I'd get to see him again.
What I didn't know was that hours before our next encounter, I would be running several blocks to a friend's house with shower essentials and clean clothes in an effort to look somewhat decent after our toilet backed up into our shower. I was really excited to see Magic again and I wasn't going to let a little poop ruin that night.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Love Stories
Little ol' Evan had no idea how charming and amazing I was.
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| Why don't boys smile in pictures? |
And little ol' Whitney didn't know how much fun she could have playing miniature golf.
Truth be told, we could have done anything that night and I would've had fun.
I had met Evan about a week before our first date at a bonfire in Provo Canyon (South Fork Park to be exact). I had met most of my friend's brother's roommates, but I hadn't met Evan. I remember watching him kick a soccer ball in the air with one of his friends and thinking, "Pretty cute. I wonder how I can get him to notice me?"
Now, I wasn't the type of girl that would go out of her way to get a guy to notice her. Of course, I was known to wear a flattering outfit if the guy I had a crush on was going to be somewhere I was going to be. I even owned an "eat your heart out" dress that I wore to church knowing the guy that broke up with me a few days earlier was going to be there. Ok, so maybe I did go out of my way to get a cute guy to notice me every once in a while.
After a few minutes of chit chat, everyone agreed that we should play a game of ultimate frisbee while we waited for the sun to set. I'm not really that great at ultimate frisbee, but I figured if Evan was playing I might 1) impress him with my willingness to play even if I wasn't that good or 2) do a little friendly trash talking in his general direction in an attempt to be noticed.
Points were scored, passes caught or intercepted. I don't really remember much about the game itself. All I remember thinking is, "I'm going to steal his hat and wear it." I had officially reverted to a second grade girl with a crush.
But it worked. I ran by him and grabbed his hat and slid it onto my head with a little grin. A pretty bold move, even for a girl who has an "eat your heart out" dress. Without consciously thinking about the ramifications of my flirting, Evan's reaction to my school girl ways showed me a few things:
He may have a sense of humor since he didn't get upset by what I did.
He may even think I'm cute because he let me wear the hat.
And he doesn't care if he has hat hair.
A few minutes later I ran over and said, "Here's your hat," handed it to him, and ran off. Yep, still in second grade girl mode.
Most of his friends left a few hours later, but he and one of his friends stayed. I knew right then that he must be interested in someone. Why else would a guy stick around after the majority of his friends had left? I hoped it was me, but he didn't really try to talk to me a lot so I figured it was someone else. And he was probably a little confused when, in keeping with my second grade girl theme, one of my guy friends pretended to be my boyfriend after I got wind that an unwanted suitor would be at the bonfire. (Evan gets a good laugh out of that part of our story. I, on the other hand, always "forget" to mention it.)
The night ended and we went our separate ways. I saw Evan the next day at a fish funeral. I wore my "eat your heart out" dress.
to be continued...
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