Today a friend asked me how I met my husband, Greg, and it got me thinking. We've got the short version of how we met down, but I struggled to remember some of the details of the long version. Since I wasn't blogging or writing in a journal when we met, I decided that it needed to be documented. So here it is: The long version (from Becca's point of view).
In the fall of 2006, I started my first grown-up job as an elementary school teacher. Being an adult now (because, you know, I wasn't one until I graduated...) I NEEDED to get out of my parents house. I'd only been there since April, but I desperately wanted to be independent. One of my roommates from college, Laura, was living in north Provo while finishing school. In October of 2006 one of her current roommates was going to move in with her family to save money before getting married. I snatched up her contract and moved into apartment 306.
That November, I met a boy. He was shy and sweet and seemed to say all the right things. I had a little crush. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to feel the same. Whenever I initiated a get-together, he'd come along happily, but he'd rarely initiate anything. After 2 months, I decided to give up on him with the idea that it would either make him pursue me, or I'd be able to find someone new because it was January which meant a new semester and a new group of boys. Laura's boyfriend really liked my shy crush, and tried to push me to give him another chance. He said that just because this boy wasn't my "type", I was moving on. I insisted that I don't have a type. At Ward Prayer, a Sunday night get-together for our singles ward, Laura's BF started pointing out guys whom he described as my type. The first guy was a muscular yet skinny, nice, preppy guy. I shrugged. He was cute, but not much else. The second guy was more muscular and what I'd describe as a "player". Really not my type. The third guy was muscular (see a theme?),on crutches, and cute, but I didn't know much about him past that. I nodded, "Yeah, maybe." That third guy, that would be my husband.
A few weeks went by and my shy crush told Laura that he wasn't interested in me, but that didn't matter cause I had a new crush. The muscular, cute guy on crutches from apartment 307. I didn't even know his name yet. This is where I get hazy on the details. I know a few things happened. Laura and I talked to him and his roommate after it was our apartments turn to introduce ourselves at Ward Prayer. Laura (who is, by the way, one of the best wing-women a girl could ask for) kept coming up with ways for us to talk. At one Ward Prayer, she convinced me to put an anonymous "love note" in his apartments box. ("Love Notes" happened every Sunday. Anyone in the ward could write a nice note to anyone else and it would be delivered for them.) So Laura and I were discussing what to write (we still didn't know his name), when he strolled up and told us that we needed to write a note to 307. The box for 307 already had plenty of notes in it which we pointed out. He said that they were all to his roommates, so we should write one to Greg. That's how we found out his name.
For a few weeks the only interaction we got was at Ward Prayer. One Sunday his apartment hosted a game night. I begged my roommate, Lanie, and my friend, Joe, to go with me because I didn't want to show up by myself. Apartment 307 always seemed to have girls hanging around, I think that's why my roommates called Greg a "player", and why I needed support at game night. It went well. I felt he was giving me more attention than the other girls there. Joe was great at giving me a guys point of view, and letting me know what Greg might be thinking by what he'd do. It was Joe who convinced me that Greg must like me. I was nervous because Greg did always seem to be hanging out with girls. Specifically those girls who are bubbly and flirty; something I can't compete with.
One Sunday, I got a love note that said "Becca, I think you're beautiful. Will you marry me? -Greg" This startled, confused, and flattered me. It definitely got my attention, but didn't scare me off like it might some girls. Just before Valentines Day, and his birthday we started hanging out more. He had a "man-date" for Valentines Day, so to let him know I was interested in him I made him a Valentine and stuck it to his car. When I woke up Valentines Day, my roommate found a Valentine for me taped to the front door. I assumed that he'd seen my Valentine, and then made one of his own, but he made it before I put mine on his car. His was a super long, cheesy poem that I loved, and still have. After that I knew he was interested. We had our first date just a few days after that (and, oh man, that is a story in itself!). Then for the next 5 months we saw each other every day, except one. I guess you could say that our relationship started with a marriage proposal; one of two that changed our lives and I am so glad Greg made.
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| This picture was taken at my apartment a few weeks after we started dating. |