Thursday, April 23, 2009
I had a request for the "How I Met My Husband" story, so here it goes . . .
On a warm September morning in the fall of '92, I was sitting in the CougarEat at BYU with my legs propped up under the table. I had already eaten breakfast at the dining hall at Deseret Towers, didn't have to be to class for an hour, and was people watching as I pretended to read my Child Development assignment. I felt slightly uncomfortable in my navy blue polka dot dress shorts which were Honor's Code length when I stood up, but were starting to inch up when I was in a seated position, partly due to my growing waistline from the delicious 2nd and 3rd helpings I partook of on a daily basis with my free meal card.
As I leaned over to pull my shorts down to a more suitable length, I heard a male voice say, "May I sit here?" I looked up and saw the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes staring at me.
When I meet someone for the first time, there is usually lots of nervous laughter from my end, so my response sounded something like . . . "Oh, sure. Yes. Ha! Ha! No one is sitting here. Ha! Ha! I'm just sitting here studying. Ha! Ha! What's your name? Mine's Vanessa. He! He!"
"Hi. I'm Aaron."
We did the normal, get-to-know-you chit chat while he ate his eggs and potatoes. Whenever there was silence, I would just do some more nervous laughter.
"You sure laugh a lot. Would you like to go to Johnny B's Comedy Club on Friday?"
To make a long story short, I accepted the invitation to Johnny B's, he picked me up wearing a black leather jacket and driving a black Fiero (a sure way to a girl's heart in 1992), I laughed a lot, I kissed him, he kissed me back, we got married a year and a half later, and are in the process of living happily ever after.
The End . . . Ha! Ha! Ha!