I met Stephen officially at a BYU ward FHE at Brother Greene's house. He (Brother Greene) was a counselor in our bishopric. It was October 27, 2008. I only know that because I wrote in my journal that I had gone to the activity that day. I was standing out on the porch admiring the beautiful backyard. Stephen introduced himself and asked where I was from, and we talked for quite a while. I don't always know the first time I meet someone that I've made a friend, but I knew it when I met Stephen. Over the next few weeks, he met and became friends with each of my room mates individually, only to find out at Brittany's birthday party (which was also mine) that we all lived in the same apartment. After that he dropped by all the time and usually ended up staying a while. Sometime between my birthday and Christmas break, I decided I kinda liked him. He was friendly, thoughtful, tall, good looking, talented, and very easy to talk to. I tried hard to ignore this little crush, because I tend to develop them rather easily when the guy is such a good friend. It hasn't ended well in the past.
During Christmas break, we chatted almost every night on facebook. I know, lame right? I made sure I wasn't always the one starting the conversation, because I didn't want to be obvious. We had a lot of fun "talking" for hours over the break, until he ruined it by confiding that he was trying to start a relationship with a friend of mine who was moving into our ward. I was really kind of annoyed that he would even tell me such a thing, but I tried to sound encouraging because that's what friends do. When I got back to Provo I thought it might be best if I avoided him, but that proved quickly to be a silly idea. Besides, my room mates had invited him to join our dinner group, and you can't really avoid someone you see every night at 6:30pm. After a week or so, Stephen told me that he and the other girl had decided to just be friends. I could tell he was sad about that, so I knew it was probably going to be a while before anything happened between us, if ever.
He kept visiting me and my room mates, watching movies with us, playing games, eating Cat's desserts, or just spending the evening swapping stories. A couple weeks later I had a sledding accident that messed up my face pretty badly. That story is on my other blog. He didn't answer when my room mate called to see if he could give me a blessing, but he did come over a little later and spent quite a while keeping me company. I actually spent quite a bit of time with him that week, and was impressed that he didn't mind my temporarily ugly face.
By the end of January I admitted to myself that I was falling hard. I was also getting worried because He hadn't come over as much the last two weeks. I knew he was busy, but I felt like he was avoiding me. That turned out not to be true, yet. But one night my best friend Amelia needed to watch Castaway for a class, and I asked Stephen if we could borrow his tv, since it is much bigger than the one in our apartment. We were flirting kind of shamelessly that night. When it was time for curfew, Stephen walked Amelia and I to my car, but we had forgotten the movie at his apartment. So he asked if he could just ride with us to take Amelia home, then I took him back to pick up the movie. When he came back to my car, he asked if I was thirsty and took me to get a frosty. On the way to Wendys he said he'd like to ask me and honest question, and I was pretty scared for what was coming. He asked if there was someone in the ward I had my eye on, and I said yes. He asked if he was that guy, and I admitted that he was. I was terrified. He assured me that this was "not a rejection" which only made me feel slightly better. He said that he would like to take me on a date, if I would like to go. I said I would like that, but we didn't plan one right then. At that moment I couldn't think of many times in my life when I was more unsure of myself...
to be continued...
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