I like food for so many reasons...dessert especially. Anybody who knows anything will attest to this. However, this November I not only like food, but am
grateful! Without it, how would have I met Paul?? (He insists we would have anyways, but I am not so sure).
Paul and I met January of 2011. We were both enrolled in Fluhman's American Christianity class at BYU (Such a great class...highly recommend it). Oh, and Jimmer was enrolled too.
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Right?? We were excited too. |
So, one morning while waiting for class to start, my stomach was growling. No, roaring. It was super loud. Luckily, a kind soul (
enter:
husband) sitting next to me reached down into his backpack and pulled out some chocolate Teddy Grahams. Whether he was just trying to shut me up so the class could focus or strike up conversation (he insists the latter), it made me laugh. Who does that?
Despite being taught to the contrary all my life, I accepted food from a stranger. But come on, it's BYU. And it's chocolate. And he not only looked safe, but looked like someone I may want to talk to a little bit more. Turns out I was right: he was super witty, but I probably wasn't his type. For whatever reason, I thought
this was his type.
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(Well...like that, but not crazy. Just hipster.) |
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(There. Much better.) |
Anyways, conversation was great. We decided that next class period it was my turn to bring the snack. (FYI, I brought the snack that smiles back.) It was awhile before we would date, but teddy graham boy had made an impression on me. That night he made it into both my Facebook status
and girl talk with the roommates.
My apologies for anyone who already read this at our reception. And if you are reading this blog, you were probably there. Oops. :)
And that, boys and girls, is the beginning of our story!