The Story of My Loving Wifesteroni Parte 3

So there I was, scanning through hilarious pictures of desperate people trying to look their most appealing. Pictures with puckered lips, shot from above with the chest slightly protruding and that glint in the eye were abundantly abundant that day.

SN (side note): To be honest I really enjoyed it, not for what you women would consider a male predisposition but because I find it funny. Out of all the first impression images why would someone want one that doesn’t represent them at all? I’m not a shallow or mean person so if your facebook or dating site picture falls into the category I described don’t be offended because it really doesn’t matter to me who does it, it’s just a funny phenomenon that you happen to be a part of.

So I was getting my laugh on sitting in my parents office chair (ya know the ones that go bweeeee and pffftttttttt when you adjust the height?) when who’s face should load onto my screen but this!

Now the reason this was special to me was this. I had traveled a lot after the mission, dated a lot, met a lot of girls. I wasn’t in a rush to get married but I did want to meet people and “get back in the game” that I hadn’t been a part of for so long. My problem was things were very different. The dynamic of dating was weird because now it wasn’t the boys making first moves and being the hormonally aggressive ones but it was the girls I was meeting and dating. On dates I’d ask “So who would be your ideal guy to marry?” A probing question that I legitimately wanted to know the answer to and get a response like, “I can’t believe you just said the “M” word on a date!”

That was new.

And as unappealing as I was to them at that moment they became to me. Not that I hated them and would refuse to talk to them or avoid making eye contact (which would happen at get-togethers to me) but they just were no longer a candidate for anything more than a friend. Which isn’t a bad thing, I was not what they wanted and they weren't what I wanted in that instance. I’d also like to bring attention to the obvious that this isn’t the only thing that was causing me to find the girls I was dating to be unappealing, just a large one.

So with that back to AMBS! The strangest thing happened to me when I saw her picture, my speedy clicking of the mouse halted and I had a heart attack. Not left arm numb type heart attack but something punched me in the heart forcing me to recline in such a way I fell over. On the floor I was just shocked, “WHAT WAS THAT!?!?!” I want to point out that it was a “OH MAN!!! WHAT IS THAT!!!” type of shocked but an “ANGEL!!!!!” type. (For those of you who have never had a moment where an angel popped in and surprised you, inhale the biggest inhale you’ve ever done and at the same time yell ANGEL and then fly backwards across the room because of the sheer awe of what you’re witnessing)

SN: I’ve never seen an angel to my knowing. (Other than Ambs)

I stumbled back up and I just stared at her image (don’t worry it wasn’t engraven, just pixeled). She looked like such a good person, happy, confident, modest and more importantly she wrote a lot in her profile haha! She was clever witty and had a harem of manfriends on her profile whom all were models, I'd go so far to say they may have been actors, I mean look at 'em!

 (I look like a … well here look at me:

So I thought, “NO REGRETS!!” and I sent her an email on January 3, 2006. She replied two days later and said that she had never read such a funny email. *SPOILER ALERT* Ambs blogged about it in more detail http://gusafam.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-happened-one-night.html (I hope you notice the puckered lips pic!)

This started our friendship. She was in Chicago and I was in Conklin an armpit hamlet by the plant I worked at. (No not the garden variety) We started talking every night and for the next 8 months we developed a really good friendship.

It wasn’t a romance yet though.

Ambs and I both had a very different opinion on where to live and raise families. I wanted Canada, she wanted Utah. So we just closed the door to ending up together because neither of us wanted to compromise. That really permitted our relationship to grow because now “M” words were comfortable, we were very open (because why try to impress your friends, am I right? huh huh?). Sometime in August we both were busy and couldn’t talk (to each other, just clarifying) and that ended being the worst day of my life! I was miserable. So was the next day until that night when we were talking on the phone about the date she went on and the party I went to when I realized how happy I was to interact with her and how happy it made me.

I need her.

When I’m with her (metaphorically or literally) it doesn’t feel like I’m trudging up a mountain through life but like we’re standing together at the top of it deciding which way we want to go!

I told her later that week that I loved her.

BUTT UNFORTUNATELY……..

(no not a typo)