Our apartment complex is having a competition for a Valentines Day Date gift card. So we entered with this story. We probably wont win. But here it is.
His and Hers: An Atypical Love Story
Fall into Like
Mr: I was sitting at the table outside the cafeteria when she walked by. I had seen her at church, but hadn’t gotten up the guts to have a real conversation with her. I knew right then I wanted to date her. And marry her. But I couldn’t even talk to her! I was like a kid in a candy store. But the shop was locked up and I didn’t know where the owner was.
Mrs: My first recollection of Kelly was when my parents invited them over for FHE because they were new to the ward. I had supposedly met him earlier but I never noticed him.
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Grandiose Plans
Mr: Over the years, I tried, tried, tried. All my sure fire plans seemed to be shot down by a seasoned hunter from a duck blind. After my thousands of failed attempts, a friend told me about a fail proof romantic hike. We would climb a mountain and I’d make breakfast for her and watch the sun rise while we cuddled in a blanket to keep warm. Well, that’s how it went in my head. I thought, “Perfect! This is going to win her over. She’ll think I’m thoughtful, romantic and a good cook.” I picked her up early in the morning but when we got to the base of the mountain, I realized it was too cold and windy to hike. So I changed plans and drove to the river. There we had a great time over omelets and apple cider and great conversation. I thought it was a great success and that I was finally going to get my chance.
Mrs: Right as I was about to head off to school for the year, Kelly asked me on yet another date. I figured I would give him one last shot since after this he would be out of my hair for good. But the date was at 6:30 in the morning - in December! I had as much interest in this Chinese Death March as a girl going to climb Mount Everest in shorts at O-Dark hundred. It was still dark when he arrived. It was windy. Freezing. And Miserable. I was praying that he would change his mind about the hike. Thank the Heavens, he did. We went to the river instead. He made me an omelet and cider. I wrote in my journal that night “It was absolutely freezing! The food was fine, but I’ve had better. The conversation was awkward and lame. I’m so excited I am leaving for school so this wont be so awkward anymore. I know he’s liked me for years, but he’s never going to get reciprocation from me and it just makes me really uncomfortable.”
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The First Letter
Mr: After a year’s worth of mission experiences and five weeks of no mail, the mail gods blessed me a gift that would forever alter the course of my life. It was a simple friendly letter, but I knew that despite my pathetic beginnings, she was going to be my wife.
Mrs: Was it the time? Was it the distance? Or was it the Spirit finally getting through to me? I may never know but after four semesters of school, 52 weekly mission emails from Elder Conrad, and seeing that I may have been a wee bit hasty to cast aside this young man, I decided I should write to Kelly. I did. I wrote a letter. Then two days later I wrote another. Then two days later I wrote another. Of course it was just my luck when I was finally ready to fight for his attention, he had higher priorities than me and was utterly unavailable. Three weeks later I finally received a response. I knew from then on things were different. I was going to marry him someday. It was when, not if, in my mind.