Chronicles of loooove: Part I

Seeing as this week was the anniversary of JT and I first meeting, I thought that I would start a series of blog posts about our road to Loooove. I love reading other people's stories so I thought why not do my own?!

PREFACE:
My sophomore year of college started our a little rough... I was moving into an apartment full of strangers aka "randoms". I wasn't really sure what I wanted to major in. Every single guy friend I had with the exception of maybe 2 guys had left on missions. I was in an apartment for the first time and had to completely take care of myself, no car, no bff, just me. Time to grow up. Lucky for me I was in the exact place I was supposed to be. I had the most fabulous roommates and lived next door to the most fabulous group of girls and one in particular a certain Erica N. Tanner Petersen. I convinced Taylor to move by us. I met great people and a group of boys who will in my book remain the FUNNIEST people I have ever met. to this day.

 I was a happy camper... except for one small detail. Um no boys liked me. Problem: I liked tons of boys. In an environment where 2 of my roommates got engaged, one roommate  went on multiple dates PER DAY, and the other had a missionary... I was feeling behind the curve. In the entire year, there was 1 boy who liked me that I am aware of and that didn't pan out at ALL. From the time period of August '05 to July '06 I went on less then 8 dates I would say?? I had never had so little male interest in me ever. Still trying to diagnose what my problem was. I felt about as desirable as the chicken pox.

As I prepared to move home for summer term (End of June-August) I was certain of one thing... I was not marriage material ( I was 20 years old!!!!! WHAT WAS I THINKING?? I was RIDICULOUS) and I began to plan what that solo life was going to be like. I didn't want to just sit around, I was going to do awesome stuff. Like volunteer in africa, work for a non-profit, work at summer camps, travel to india etc. I was going to be GREAT alone, no pity parties here. I went home and got a job I loved, working for The Boys & Girls Club, I began considering serving a mission, I spiritually was in one of the best spots I have EVER been in. Looking back... I was being prepared so that I could be equal to an amazing boy who was just getting home from serving the Lord completely for 2 whole years. I had been home a total of 15 days I think when we met.

So keep this all in mind. I was POSITIVE I wasn't going to get married ever.

Day One: July 10, 2006

It was a monday night. I went up to our church to play volleyball for the Young Single Adult Ward's Family Home Evening ( What is family home evening?) I joined a court that was down a person and started playing... I slowly realized that there was a boy on my team who was really REALLY good at volleyball. He also was really quiet. He had a nice smile and was pretty cute. and I'm pretty sure he was playing in a polo shirt with jeans... odd. Anyway the game went on and I slowly got up the courage to ask my WHOLE team what their names were since I couldn't just straight up ask him his name... oh no that would be toooo obvious. Turns out his name was JT and I'm pretty sure thats the extent of our conversation. The kid was a clam, didn't utter another word. He claims he noticed me too and thought I was really pretty and good at volleyball. What was this guys story?  I was intrigued!

To Be continued...