Monday, February 18, 2008

Idaho is a Magical Place...


After we became friends again, we both decided that it would be nice to visit Idaho before school started up again. He thought I was kidding when I told him to book the flights. I was dead serious, and 2 weeks later, we were flying to Idaho. As we met with his family and friends, I realized that I really wanted to marry a guy like this. We were lying outside (we camped out in his backyard) in the middle of the night, and he leaned over and said that he couldn't do it anymore. I asked him what he was talking about, and he said that he couldn't just be my friend anymore. I agreed, and so our relationship began.

2 Months of Death...

Matt and I were best friends, and he had just broken up with the girl from Idaho, and I was still emotionally tied to the missionary. I asked him to go with my family to our ranch in Utah for Easter. He came with us, and during the trip, I was getting the vibe that he wanted to be more than friends, but I wasn't ready for that... We talked about it, and I told him that I wasn't ready to date exclusively. Matt was polite about it, and life went on like normal. He threw a birthday party for me that May, which I thought was extremely sweet because I hadn't had a birthday party since I was 12. We had a great time that night.
Then all of a sudden, Matt wouldn't talk to me, and wouldn't answer my phone calls. I was really confused. I had NO idea why he wouldn't talk to me. I tried a million times to call him and talk to him in church, but he would ignore me. This went on for a few weeks, and I just ended up giving up, but if I saw him at a church activity, I would say hello and try to start conversation, but he would fina way to get out of it. I went on about my life as normal. I met new people, and had some good times, but I missed my best friend.
After two months of Matt ignoring me, I decided that one Sunday that I was going to get to the bottom of it. I cornered him after church while he was playing the piano. I walked up to him and made small talk, and mentioned that my family missed him. He told me that he was late for a meeting, and I let him go. One of his roommates finally told me the reason Matt didn't want to talk to me anymore. He said, "He is whipped, and doesn't know what to do." This finally made sense to me, but I didn't realize before that he really liked me that much. Then he said, "I think you too should date." I was starting to like the idea of Matt and I, because by this time, I had gotten over my missionary. I was invited to game night that at his apartment, and after all his friends left, one of his roommates suggested that Matt walk me out ot my car. He surpriningly accepted and we walked outside. We spent the next 2 and a half hours talking. We talked about out friendship and how we both missed it. After much crying and hugging, we were back at square one: best friends again...

Where it all started...

Technically, the very first time we met was at church on February 25, 2007. I bore my testimony and mentioned that I had one leg shorter than the other because I have no hip socket on one side. He cornered me in Sunday School, and told me that he, too, had a hip problem and that one of his legs was shorter than the other!! He told me that his name was Matt, but throughout class, people were calling him Cutler. The hole time I heard "Color" and was very confused, and asked myself a few times, "What kind of hippie parents would name their kid Color?"
To start our real story... I had just sent off a missionary and he had a girlfriend. I met him a few days after my missionary left, and Matt wanted to help me get out, have fun and meet people. He was in the Relief Society room at the UNLV LDS Institute. I was in the rec room, and I heard someone playing the piano in the next room. I asked my friends if they knew who was playing the piano, and added that I was a sucker for a guy that can play. They told me that his name was Matt, and asked if I wanted to meet him. I suddenly got shy and reserved and declined. They dragged me into the room, where I saw a strapping and studly young man tickling the ivory. We talked for a little while about my recent break-up (with the guy I sent on a mission). I told him that it was hard, and that I needed to get out and have fun. He drew directions to his frat-pad, and asked if I wanted to go to the UNLV basketball game that night. I had to go, because he was a cutie, and it would help me get my mind off the missionary.
I went to his apartment that night, and he and I walked the 1/2 mile or so to the Thomas & Mack. During our walk, we talked about everything from cheese, to forklifts. I soon realized that this guy was really down to earth, and I really, REALLY liked talking to him. We had a great time at the game, and he even invited me to the game the next night! We went to the game, but I forgot to wear REBEL RED. So, we had to walk back to his apartment so he could find me the right color shirt. We talked again about cheese, and found out that he pretty much loves the stuff more than life itself. After the game, he took me to Cugino's Italian Deli, where he told me that it was really refreshing to meet someone like me, because he was having a hard time knowing if his girlfriend was the right one for him. He said that he didn't have much to talk with her about, and he couldn't have fun just being with her, they had to be doing something. He said it was nice to meet me, because he knows that there are girls out there that he really can talk to. I thought that this was a sweet comment, but didn't think anything could of would come of it. He walked me to my car, and as I drove away, I looked back in my rear-view mirror, and said out loud to myself, "What a great guy".
From that point on, we were almost inseperable, and became quick best friends.