I am aware that this post should've been created like at
least 1.5 years ago. That I do know. But it dawned on me tonight as I was sitting in my pj's on my bed, reading a book that I never thought in my whole 21 years of life I would ever find myself reading and enjoying (a book about a diet I am now trying to embrace- try a Vegan diet- more on it later), that I have never entirely documented the story of how I fell head over heels in love. With this man:
Yah, I do keep a journal. But there's something about typing the words quickly, efficiently. The ability to jot down every detail of the moment without anxiety of your on-coming writer's cramp. I'm talking about this urge I'm experiencing right now- to record through my fingertips a story that will hopefully make my future children blush with embarrassment. Especially when I write about how hot our first kiss was. I want the words to be engraved not only in my fragile memory; but in the solidity of the cyber world. Oh, the irony.
Well... here goes nothing. April 2010. Easter weekend I'm pretty sure it was. I was home visiting my family in Mesa, AZ, for the holiday. I was currently attending Brigham Young University in Provo and would return for another few weeks before my more permanent stay in the summer. My mother has always been one of my best friends, and acting like a best friend, had, a few days prior, gushed about me (with intentions of setting me up) to a good-lookin' surgical assistant at AZ Maxillofacial Surgeons when she had taken my brother there for a consultation for his wisdom teeth surgery. Well she immediately called me up in Utah probably about 4.5 minutes after leaving the office.
"You have to look up this guy I met! His name is Forrest Pratt! He's a surgical assistant at the oral surgeon place and is so smart and handsome and is going to BYU in the fall! And I told him all about you and that you're a cheerleader at BYU!"
Okay, so most likely she said something like this to me. But really, I was interested. So I looked him up on Facebook and VERY MUCH approved of his profile pictures. Very good looking. And so I also added him as a "friend." Jump forward to Easter weekend again. As my dad was driving me back to the airport, I checked Facebook on my phone. Forrest had accepted my friendship but nothing had happened until the fateful car ride to the airport- on my phone was a message from Forrest! My heart jumped into my throat and butterflies flew into my stomach. He said how he didn't know me but that he had met my mom and brother at the office the other day. YES! Obviously this message had a hidden intention of getting to know me better and ask me on a date and then marry me! Or so I secretly hoped as I read the words; because duh, someone wouldn't just message a random stranger to say 'Oh I met your mom, but sorry I don't ever want to talk to you again!'
Well, we messaged back and forth as Facebookers do. You know- "oh I go to BYU and I'm a cheerleader..." "Oh I'll be friends with a BYU cheerleader every day..." "When I get home for the summer we should hang out..." etc. etc. Pretty shallow small talk. I finally did return home for the blazing hot Arizona summer at the end of April 2010. I let Forrest know- you know, as in, hint hint- I'm here now so you can ask me out officially! Well, I got nothing. No response. Zippo. For about a couple of weeks. Forrest had been on a dental service mission with AZ Max in Nicaragua for that time and when he finally returned, he let me know he still wanted to get together. Whew!
A couple of days later (no phone call from Forrest even though I gave him my number via good ole Facebook) I had to go to the dentist. I was told that I needed to get my wisdom teeth out PRONTO and had a consultation scheduled at...... AZ Max! I messaged Forrest, letting him know that I'd be at his office in a couple of days and that we would probably meet there for the first time.
My mom went with me to the appointment. I was beyond nervous. Incredibly, painstakingly nervous! We sat in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, and then, the door opened and this long-hair blonde cutie peeked around the door and said with some slight hesitation.. "Kylie?" My heart pretty much dropped into my stomach and then as I tried to speak, it catapulted into my mouth. He took me back to get my panoramic x-rays. He had handed me something small to hold (I don't remember what) and after the x-rays, he held up a trash can. I was completely not thinking straight in the least sense and thought he wanted me to pick up something that was INSIDE the trash can! I cannot believe how dumb I was acting! He gently told me rather to throw what I was holding away. Um WOW I felt like the biggest idiot in the world.
We proceeded into a room where Forrest reviewed my x-rays with my mother and I and discussed the wisdom teeth surgery that I would get in a week. I could NOT meet his eye contact while he was talking- because whenever I did, I couldn't help but smile at how amazingly gorgeous he was. His blue eyes were piercing and his white-blonde hair was incredibly sexy (I've always liked blondes). I felt so self-conscious and nervous and idiotic the whole time, yet STILL as Forrest walked me to the front after the consultation, he told me he would call me!
It took a freakin' day and a half for him to call me! I mean, according to social "dating rules", that's probably even too soon. But for me, it was torture! I couldn't help but recall every stupid thing I did or said while in the office. I was sure that he had mistaken me for a stereotypical "dumb cheerleader." So much for a great first impression! But luckily Forrest thought I was cute and remarkably still called me and asked me to go out on a date that Saturday night. I'm pretty sure I "eeked" and jumped up and down for a full minute and a half after I hung up the phone.
For the record, I immediately felt different about Forrest than I have ever felt about any guy. Of course I've gotten that "giddy," excited feeling when talking to a guy before, but never before had I felt so NERVOUS around a guy! I'm usually pretty calm around guys, even if I have (or rather, had) a major crush on them. But with Forrest, I just felt out of control- in a rush of emotions that were foreign to me. Like I couldn't help but feel ecstatic that he was paying any attention to me at all! Like he was a celebrity and I was a little crushin' schoolgirl! I right away knew that I at least WANTED him to be my soul mate. And it didn't take long for me to KNOW that he was.
To be continued...
