This is a little long, just FYI.
I went on a super fun date last night. They were having a "girl ask guy, formal/tie" dance yesterday. I thought to myself who am I going to ask to this thing. When I found out about it I had only been back for a couple days. I don't know anyone, especially not boys. So I set out in search of a fun/interesting individual. I searched and searched and then the perfect person just appeared.
I have been in the Racquetball club at ISU for a little over a year now. It is so much fun and for the most part I've met some pretty amazing people there. There was one guy that started coming this semester that I have still never played. I'd seen him around and he seemed cool, but I was engaged and stuff and didn't want to get too close to that situation because I thought he was pretty attractive.
Last weekend we had a racquetball tournament. It was a two day tournament. Friday we played doubles. My partner had just been playing for a couple weeks, so I got to give her some pointers. It was fun. Then Saturday was singles. There was a lot of sitting around just chatting with people while we waiting for our game to come up. We made boondoggle key chains and ate food.
I was starting to get hungry and then someone asked me to ref a game. I was thinking my next game wasn't for a little while so I said yes. My stomach was growling while I was reffing and I was looking forward to some snacks when I was finished. Turns out my game was next. So no food for me. I was a little irritated, probably because my blood sugar was low. So I went in and played. It was a pretty quick game luckily. My opponent did take a time our during our second set. Lunch had already come, Texas Road house catered it. It smelled so good. I was dying at that point. So I finished up my match and headed to the table to get some food.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I can eat a lot, especially when I'm starving. I loaded up my plate with pulled pork, rolls, loaded mashed potatoes, carrot sticks and salad. I don't think I could have fit anything else. I assured people that I could take care of everything on my plate. I was about half way done eating when Garrett came up with his plate. I was giving him a hard time about having nothing on his plate. He asked me if I had eaten more and everyone let him know that I had twice as much food on my plate than him.
We started talking about engineering. That is what he is majoring in. As you know my family has a few engineers in it. Throughout the day I picked up on the fact that Garrett was pretty funny. We don't get a ton of time to socialize during club because we are there to play racquetball, but after I left on Saturday I decided that I would ask Garrett to the dance.
On Monday, at club I wanted to play Garrett. Due to some drama, I wasn't able to. I waited after for everyone to leave so I could ask him to the dance. He was talking to my coach for a while. Then we walked out to our cars together, which were parked conveniently close to each other. I kept telling myself to just ask. It is a simple question. "Hey Garret, what are you doing on Friday. Would you like to go to this activity with me?" That is all I had to say. For some reason I couldn't do it. We got in our cars and went our separate ways.
I still wanted to ask him, but now it was going to be more difficult. I didn't have his phone number and I wasn't going to see him again until the day before the activity. Lucky for me I had figured out his last name from my bishop's wife. I knew the general area where he lived. He knew my bishop's nephew so I figured they would know his name. Next I asked my soon to be sister-in-law if she would look up his number on the church website. I knew he was in her stake. After she gave it too me, I felt like I would be a creeper if I just came up with his phone number some how and called him. So Shaya gave me a new idea. Everyone has a school email. So I emailed him and hoped that he would check it. I left him my phone number and waited for a reply. This was all on Monday. He called me on Wednesday and I was so relieved. Then he said that he had a test and didn't know if I still want to go with him. He wouldn't be done until 8 and the activity started at 7. I was cool with him being late.
So all in all it was a great time. I ended up going early to make sure that we got food. I stood in line with a whole bunch of my friends from my ward who all went together. They let me sit at their table while I was waiting for Garrett. That alone made the night worth it. I was laughing so hard at one point that I was starting to tear up. Garrett came and ate. Then the dance started. I haven't had that much fun at an institute dance in a long time. Garrett was doing crazy stuff, so I felt just fine being crazy myself. We got sick of the dance after about 45 minutes. So we went to my house to play games. I taught him how to play Nertz. Then we were talking to my roommate and she needed to go to bed. Garrett said he should go to, but we kept talking. Then we got up and walked to the door and kept talking. I finally told him that I could talk to him forever and he should probably go home :)
Sorry that was a novel. What I'm trying to say is that my first date after all the crazy engagement stuff was super fun. I always feel like people want me to be sad and heart broken after I get out of a relationship. They want me to be sad and depressed forever and mourn over the loss of whatever. But I don't really get that. I feel like usually when you are the one breaking things off you have been mourning before the relationship is even over. You have been grieving over the lose of something you thought was great. So today I choose to be happy and enjoy life. Plus who doesn't like get dressed in a formal and having their hair all curled and feeling beautiful.
