The Details Win Out

Most of you mentioned you'd like more details, and my clever friend, Rachel, so wisely advised:

"This is your blog so seriously... write down EVERYTHING and ANYTHING you want. My blog has everything on it rather people like it or not because its a history of me... and my life. I want to remember it all."
(If you're looking for a blog to stalk, give Rachel a try. Seriously. She's clever, funny, raw, and REAL. Do it.)

Aaaaanyway, back to Josh and me. Let me just [Ctrl] C [Ctrl] V what I wrote before for a little refresher. Feel free to skim.

Long-time blog readers may remember that I wasn't a Josh-lover in the beginning. In fact, I was kind of a big fat snot. (But not totally; I had legit concerns, it was just the way I handled it on the blog that was snotalicious.) I didn't think that I liked him, but I wanted to give him a chance because you never know if your mind could change. That first date he surprised me. A lot.

He'd noticed me reading my scriptures outside every day, so he picked up on the fact that I loved being outdoors in peaceful settings, drinking in my surroundings. So for that first date we picked up P.F. Chang's, and he took me up a canyon to a beautiful wooded area and we had a little picnic. I was so surprised by how totally easy he was to talk to, and how I hardly knew him but still felt like I could say pretty much anything to him. I had a delightful time (I know, who says "delightful" besides 85 year old women named Etta? But it is the best word to describe it), and we ended up dragging the date on. After it was over, I knew I'd had a good time, but I still didn't really think anything would work out with us.

(New stuuuuuuuuuuff- GO!)

The next day he followed up with a text saying he'd had a good time, and inserting appropriate flirty phrases. He had just bought Rock Band after we'd discussed it a lot, because I was currently involved in a competition at work. (I may or may not have been excited he had it so I could use him for get more practice time.) I must say I was impressed with his date etiquette in following up, and I chose to ignore the fact that I was a little excited he was texting me.

He texted me after Church the following day saying my hair looked beautiful, and making other flirty contact. I had him wrapped around my finger.

Or so I thought.

He asked me out again for the next weekend, and we went to dinner, chilled at Rock Canyon Park talking whilst enjoying the overlooking view of Provo, then went to his apartment to watch a movie. He'd been getting closer and closer all night, so I knew that he'd probably try to make a move during the movie. Still unsure of how I felt, but mostly sure I wasn't interested, get this - I sat on a different couch. Laid out on it. So he couldn't even sit next to me. Harsh, I know. He later told me that it confused him a lot.

After that date, I'd decided I wouldn't accept another. He was cool, I had fun with him, but I just wasn't "into him romantically." (Ho, ho, ho.) It was still obvious he liked me, though, and there were a few times when he'd pop over as part of the groups who'd visit periodically throughout the week. (This is when I exhibited my embarrassing snotiliciousness.) I was convinced he'd ask me out again, and considered how I'd let him down.

The week went on with no word from him. Friday came, and still no date invitation.

What?

I was bugged. And a little bugged that I was bugged.

This is Exhibit A evidencing that Josh knows how to play the game, my friends.

The next day, Saturday, my roommate, Whitney, had to do her mom a favor and sell tickets at an event in Salt Lake. Since I had no other plans (grumble, grumble), I joined her.

After the concert started we were just waiting in the lobby until intermission. Bored, I coyly suggested to Whitney that we mess with Josh. (What a sweetie I am.) We decided that we'd send him texts from my phone to mess with him, but then later I could claim that Whitney did it under the guise that it was without my knowledge. Whitney, of course, would actually send the texts so we wouldn't actually be lying, and we used a couple of her catch-phrases so it'd be more believable.

(Oy, Whitney and I were a little out of control while together.)

But Josh proved to be smarter than I thought. And it may or may not have backfired a little bit.




To be continued...