At Last.... (Part 1)

My friend copied an idea from her friend and I really liked it, so I'm copying my friend, who like I said, copied her friend. This is purely for posterity...and if you enjoy the story...it's for you too!

How I met your father:

The first time I ever saw your father, was at an institute class. It wasn't mine. It was his. I was on the regional institute council. It sounds like a high and lofty position, but it wasn't. It was just an honorable calling like all the rest of the callings in the church.

Well, anyway, I had an assignment to visit two institute classes, one in Highland and one in Lehi. I was to deliver information, do a very small training with the class officers and if I could, I was to attend one of the classes.

I decided to venture out to Highland first because I thought that building was going to be the harder of the two to find and I thought after finally finding it, I'd probably stay for that class.

I left American Fork early so I had plenty of time to get lost. But, I didn't get lost. I got there early and the class officers were there early too! So, I was able to do the very small training with them, deliver the information and then go and try and find the Lehi class. I was excited to get them both done in one night.

I found the Lehi institute class fairly easy and made it to the class just as it was starting. The teacher seemed excited for a new student and wanted me to introduce myself. I did and explained that I was just visiting.

I noticed a tall, dark and handsome man. He had an interesting and deep voice, which I knew because he contributed excellent comments during class. I was intrigued.

Let me interrupt this story to give you my state of mind:


I had recently turned 26 and I had decided that I wasn't going to yearn for marriage. I was no longer going to go out of my way to "put myself out there." I had decided that I was just going to participate in every aspect of church (church, activities, institute, etc.) and just be EVERYBODY'S friend. I was very content with this decision and how it was working out.


HOWEVER (back to the story)


I wanted to talk to Nathan. (I knew his name from when the teacher called on him.) As far as I could tell there were no refreshments so I was racking my brain for a way to "put myself out there" and casually talk to him.


As soon as everyone said "Amen" the girl sitting in front of me turned around and with a very excited face and voice said, "You served in the Montana Billings Mission, huh?" I said, "Yes." She proceeded to tell me that she entered the mission the same transfer I left so she had heard a lot about me. It was an awkward and long conversation. I kept one eye on Nathan who seemed to be milling about and chatting with people, but he didn't hang around long enough. I watched him walk out the door and down the hall. He looked back once and then walked out of the building.

I missed my chance.

Nathan's side of the story:


The first time I saw your mother was in my institute class in Lehi. I hoped she was new to the area or at least new to the class. She was beautiful and she shared excellent comments in class. Turned out that she was just visiting. I tried to hang around a little after class so I could talk to her but, some girl kept talking to her. I stuck around as long as I could, but I'm a shy guy so I ended up leaving before I could talk to her. But I knew her name was Becky!

Notice two things....

One: This is supposed to be about when/how I met your father and I started with the first time I saw him.

Two: Nathan's side of the story is much shorter than mine.

Conclusion: Women stretch things out to be longer than they need to be and they start the story before it even started.

You're welcome!