2.03.2010

My Love Story -part 1- We Meet

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Since everyone (all 3) wants to hear my love story (I'll stop twisting your arm now)
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It was a dark and dreary night, except the dreary part (but it was dark). My family had just moved from the capitol city of South Carolina to what we call 'the boonies', with the closest South Carolinian town being a very small town about 20 minutes away. We left a home that had tall office buildings in the backyard, to a backyard that consisted of a pond and plenty of woods to discover. I was in the 7th grade and excited about the move. Some children seem to struggle with moving from school to school and town to town, but not me. I was always up for the adventure. We were settling into our new home and my dad was driving into town to our new church to meet with the Branch President (a Branch President is equivalent to a Pastor in other religions) and me and my sister tagged along.

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My sister and I were excited to see where we would now be attending church. We pulled up to a much smaller building than we were used to. We entered the building and saw that yes, most definitely, this move was a good one. We were going to like this town and we were going to love this branch, for there was a room full of teen aged boys playing basketball, half of them shirtless, which was how they identified teams. Oh yes, this move was looking good. Literally.

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I, in my young 13 years of age, was a big fan of boys. I always had been. I never thought boys had cooties and they never grossed me out. In 3rd grade I sat across from Steve Lee.... and winked at him. In fifth grade I was fascinated by Billy Whitmires full lips, I was already imagining what kissing would be like. I am pretty sure that I was the #1 fan of boys. So sitting in the room full of basketball playing half shirtless boys was heaven, and I was scoping them out. The red headed guy with the chipped front tooth. The chunky fella that looked my age. The three brothers (the oldest being a bad boy, the middle one being the cute one, and the youngest being kind), to name a few. And my Gary was one of them.

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Gary wasn't one of the tallest by any means, but he was most definitely an athlete. Baseball obviously had him out in the sun a lot and something about his olive complexion and blue/green eyes made him look Italian in my 7th grade mind.

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But I can't pretend it was love at first sight. I mean, I loved them all as a group, for being boys. And I loved that there were a few of them to choose from that I put in the cute category. I loved the attention me and my sister were getting and that they seemed to be showing off for us, but Gary wasn't the first one in my line of who I would have a crush on. Mainly because Gary was out of my age range. It was like a second grader having a crush on her P.E. coach. However he was the perfect age for my older sister. Handsome as heck but too old, not too old for me to notice, but too old for him to notice me.

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The next day we attended school for the first time and I continued to enjoy the attention of being the new girl and enjoyed checking out all the new boys. When I went to gym that day a very chipper girl came to me and introduced herself saying, "Are you Mormon? Cause I am Mormon!" and that was that, fast friends were we. It turned out she was Gary's first cousin and next door neighbor.

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My teen aged siblings and I quickly settled in with the teenagers at our church and over the course of the next year or so the teen aged boys from church especially enjoyed driving out to the boonies where we lived to swim and fish in our pond. Gary usually drove a car full of friends over, he had a large older car that was called the Blue Bomber, which added to his cool factor.

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Then there were the visits I took to his cousin and next door neighbors house, with a large family dinner.... and Gary. So handsome, so manly, so out of my reach.
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Once my friend (and his cousin and next door neighbor) had a slumber party that I was invited to. We all slept in tents in her backyard and very very late that night Gary's younger sister declared there were cookies at her house, so we all gathered and tiptoed as quietly as any young teen aged girl could, in other words loudly, to her sleeping house and snuck in. We tried to be quiet and not wake anyone, we really did, but someone did wake up dazed and confused by the ruckus. Someone wearing nothing but tightie whites. Someone named Gary, who walked in the room we were all standing in and saw us and ran back to his bedroom.
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Seeing Gary in his underwear sure seemed like bragging rights to take home to my older and also smitten sister. Oh yeah!
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Only until she exclaimed that she had been asked out on a date, by Gary.
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to be continued
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4 comments:

silverkey said...

hate the suspense but love the story!

Heather said...

i love love stories! this one's shaping up to be great. ;) i can't wait for part two.

--heather (haslett) klaver

Heather said...
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dar said...

haha, I dont remember that story...