My Love Story Part 1

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In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I thought I would share the story of how I met my husband with ya’ll.  It’s kind of a funny story and I like to tell it.  But beware, I’m gonna get a little personal here!!  PS I’m fully aware that the number of series’ I have on my blog is reaching a dangerous amount…

It was April of 2005.  I was a student at BYU and had a job working at the Evening Classes department as a secretary.  But the summer was upon me, and I needed a full-time job.  So I poured over the college paper and found a job opening at a place we’ll call Job X.  I’m not going to say the name here because it was a job and a company that I ended up LOATHING.

I went to the interview for Job X and really felt like I nailed it.  I’m really good at interviewing.  Anyway, I left feeling very confident that I would get the job, but more than that I felt like I was supposed to work there.  The thought even crossed my mind (yes, like a true Zoobie–what people call BYU students sometimes) that I might even meet my future husband there. 

So I started working at Job X, yeah I got the job…was there any doubt? But seriously it was mind-numbing work.  Processing contracts and entering data in the computer and filing contracts day after day.  The worst job ever.  And it seemed like everyone in the office was already friends with each other so they didn’t need me to join in their fun.

And then I saw him.  (Cue music:  “I just died in your arms tonight!”)  I looked up from across the crowded room and saw my handsome husband-to-be talking to one of the account managers.  And here’s what I thought:  “Hmmm…he’s pretty cute.  But totally not my type.”  End of story.

Or so I thought…

 I didn’t talk to him for probably two months.  Not that I had a desire to, since I had written him off as not my type.  He looked like the kind of guy who loved Job X and wanted to work there forever and never go to college or get a degree and just ‘hang out’ with people and have swim parties.  He looked like a…UVSC student (haha…I totally judged non BYU students.  Shallow and naive Heidi.  I was 20 years old, come on.)  I was looking for someone who was serious about his future, wanted and valued college education, and who wanted to date someone for real instead of hanging out with a bunch of random girls.  I had dated a lot of miserable losers in the last several years and was so tired of them all.  I was looking for the real thing.

One day, I was feeling sick at work so I went home early.  As I lay in my bed, I got a funny phone call.  This is how it went:

Me:  Hello?
Guy:  Hi, Heidi?  This Aaron from Job X!
Me:  Who?
Aaron:  Oh that’s right, I guess you don’t know me yet.  Anyway, a bunch of people from work are going to the rodeo tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me!
Me: Actually, I’m not feeling very well tonight.  I came home early from work today.  So don’t think I can go with you.
Aaron:  Oh man!  I wanted to hang out with you!  We should chill some time!
Me:  Um, yeah, okay!  Talk to you later.

That was a weird phone call.  I had no idea who I was talking to.  The rest of the day I tried to justify my reasons for saying no to him, because I was actually surprised that he seemed disappointed.  First of all, I thought he was just looking to find a date and randomly calling people until he found someone to fill the spot.  And I thought the girls at Job X were just giving him numbers of the girls in the office.

The next day I went to work and this girl asked me, “So Heidi, Aaron called you!”  I started talking to her and told her I didn’t even know he was!  This is how she described him (and my sister loves to refer to this all the time):  “He’s blonde, tallish, HUGE biceps.” And oddly enough, I suddenly knew exactly who she was talking about!  And even though I hadn’t thought he was my type, I was really nervous to meet him.  He was totally hot!  So I told the girl to tell Aaron that he could ask me out again.

The next day, Aaron came into my office.  We started to chat and in the first few minutes I learned that my first impression of him was completely wrong.  Job X was only a job to him.  He was going to BYU (yay!) and deciding between dentistry and medicine.  So far, so good.  Good looking, nice, friendly, and good future.  He asked me out and we arranged to go on our first date the next night.

Tune in next time for Part 2!