So we talked half the night, this boy from Yuma named Jon, the group I initially came with, and me. I was myself. totally charming. hilarious. wonderful. etc. etc. Then I left.... and nothing really happened.....
EXCEPT THE FACT JON ADDED ME ON FACEBOOK.
but then nothing happened after that either.
A few weeks went by... I wanted to go out, but instead I was too lethargic and boring so I logged on to my good ol' social network. I stumbled upon Jon.... on chat... so.... I 'chatted him up' and played the whole, I'm-really-cute-and-coy-and-charming. It totally worked. the conversation may have gone a little something like this:
*actually, it went exactly like this... I cut and past from my facebook inbox.
That date was wonderful... I managed to catch my first fish..... with Jon's help..... turns out that despite my romantic view of it, I really suck at fishing. Anyways, the catfish was this mutant creature from this manmade lake that is dyed blue to keep the rich, snobby picture happy with their picturesque view. I felt really bad for him, and we obviously couldn't eat him.... because he was a mutant.... so I named him Galileo and Jon helped me release him. On a sidenote.... CATFISH FEEL LIKE VELVET. Lady GaGa should try wearing a catfish outfit at the next red carpet event. I think it would be all the rage. Catfish also buzz and have these spurrs on the side of their fins and Galileo tried to kill me with them. It was absolutely terrifying.
Galileo also managed to b!%@# slap me.
You know that moment, when you catch a fish, and someone has a camera (that someone being Jon) and you say "TAKE MY PICTURE! TAKE MY PICTURE!" and then you hold the fish up to take the picture relatively close to you, and then the thing violently shakes as Jon presses the shutter button and the camera snaps at the perfect moment to catch your face tilted back from impact and shock and the fish still in midair in a perfect "J" curve?
well... here it is....
you couldn't have asked for a better fish picture.....
it's okay though, because Galileo behaved himself for the next one.
gah. look at that hair.
You know you would really think I'd actually try to impress the guy I liked...
*sidenote: Jon is from Yuma and at the time was going to school in Tucson.
The rest of the story includes sweet romantic overtures, driving to see one another (mostly on his part), working two jobs, and then one, meltdowns about school and future, and endless phonecalls.
We had kind of planned to get married about ten days into our courtship. He asked my Father for my hand in marriage. I guess he had mentioned that I was his goodly pearl of great price, (which I just mentioned he was in my last post and had no idea) and that he loved me with everything he had. Then he proposed (story coming to a blog near you ASAP). We were engaged in roughly a month.... and......... our engagement was to last six months, which is killing me.... less than three months to go. I should probably plan the wedding.....