I’ve promised the story of how Justin and I came to love each other. I will tell my side of the story and then Justin will tell his.
A guy had broken my heart during the summer. He basically told me I wasn’t worth trying to make a relationship work out. I was devastated. I was through with men…at least for my last year of school.
One day, right before the semester started, I had to give something to a friend who lived in the apartments. I was in a hurry. So, I went, in my volleyball t-shirt and jeans…There were people in the lobby and a random boy asked me if I was just wearing a volleyball t-shirt or if I actually played volleyball. I quickly said, “I played in high school.” Then went on my hurried way.
The opening social came around and I played volleyball. There was a boy who had played volleyball before who played on my team. Just as my roommate, Danielle, and I were leaving, he and his roommate asked if we wanted to be on their Intramural Kickball team. We said, “Yes.” I thought to myself–it’ll be fun playing kickball with Danielle.
This boy came over to tell us more details about the kickball team. We got to talking and realized he liked volleyball and played, and loved videogames. He got so excited when Danielle said she enjoyed Fire Emblem. I thought right then that I should try to hook them up. I also thought that these boys would become good friends.
Well, I learned his name was Justin and he continued coming over. There was one time that a bunch of us went to see X-Men: First Class at the dollar theatre. Justin was there. I wanted to sit by him–I thought another girl had a crush on him (when in fact it was his roommate) so I made sure to maneuver my way next to him. I also made him walk me home.
Another time he came over. We had some witty banter. I told him that I wasn’t looking for a relationship this year and I was giving up on guys.
He said, “So, what if a knight in shining armor comes to sweep you off your feet?”
I couldn’t resist: “Justin, are you implying something?”
First time I made him speechless.
He asked me on late night walks. Typically I didn’t stay up past 11pm. But, for him, I did. Again, I kept telling him I didn’t want to date anyone. But still, he was persistent. By this time, I was in denial. I liked him a lot.
We went on one date in which he took me to a cool little dive for some shakes. We played volleyball with our friends and spent most of the time flirting.
Then, homecoming came around. By this time, I was texting him and skyping him and Facebooking him all the time. He wanted to ask me on another date. However, the day he planned, a coworker had asked me out. I sadly told him so, but insisted that I could do it another day. I wanted to go out with Justin more than this coworker anyway. So, we did. Then, when this coworker tried to ask me again, coincidentally for the night of Homecoming, I freaked. I didn’t want to go to Homecoming with him. I mentioned this to Justin. He said, “Just tell him you are already going with me that night.”
We would hang out and watch Youtube videos. One night at Justin’s place, while doing this, he tried to hold my hand, but released it 10 seconds later as his roommate came in door. I was disappointed. But, he held it as he walked me home and I smiled.
But, the week before Homecoming was General Conference. I went to his apartment to watch it. And we cuddled. I decided that I did like Justin–a lot! After the first session of General Conference, as I was leaving to get lunch, Justin asked, “So…are we going out?”
I replied, “I don’t know. Are we?”
He said, “Would you like to go out?”
We started dating. I enjoyed his company and felt accepted by his roommates. I began to fall hard for him. So much in love, that I asked if he would come home with me for Christmas. He did…well, he came to California to spend a few days after Christmas with me. It was then I mentioned that I didn’t want to be with anyone else, ever. He said the same thing, but was more blunt and said he wanted to marry me.
So, when we came back to school for Winter Semester, I knew that marriage was in our future. However, when was the question. As January wove on, Justin said that he wanted to marry me, but wouldn’t propose until I met his parents after finals in April. And he wanted to take me home with him to Georgia. To be honest, I was sad…and anxious…and jealous of all my friends who were getting engaged like no tomorrow.
There had been a few times that I thought he would propose.
#1 Early December. We went to visit the Salt Lake Temple and see the Christmas lights. It was just us two and it was very fun and romantic. I knew of people who propose during these trips and almost expected it…until we saw a proposal happen in front of our eyes. My thoughts: Well, that guy stole Justin’s thunder so he won’t propose now even if he was going to.
#2 Christmas Break: Justin had built up my present to me so much, that I thought hard–maybe he would propose because he was teasing about not giving me clues. When he did pull out my gift…it was in a jewelry box. I thought: maybe…just maybe…but no, it was a necklace (a very beautiful necklace).
#3 February 10th–My 22nd Birthday: Justin took me to P.F. Chang’s. He looked very spiffy. I thought: Fancy restaurant, dressed up boyfriend, birthday…maybe ring? Nope. No ring. However, there was a glimmer of hope. We ordered Mongolian beef and it was cut…I don’t even remember the type of cut. But Justin was close to making a deal with me: If I could tell him the type of cut the beef was, after dinner he would go buy me a ring. Too bad I don’t know my meet cuts.
However, afterwards, before we said good-night, Justin told me we would go ring shopping in a week or so.
We went and it was fun. I knew I wanted entwining, a small diamond, and something simple. We looked at a few places, including Jared’s (TOO MUCH of everything for my taste) and it wasn’t till the last ring that I found something I actually loved.
Now we knew which ring I liked, but I would have to wait until April to get it.
Then, mid-March, we decide to do a picnic. Here is the Proposal Story. I was completely caught off-guard. I hadn’t met his parents, but here he was, on his knees, with my ring in his hand. It was the happiest day of my life. I was speechless, crying, smiling, laughing, shaking for hours on end.
And that is my side of the story.