A girl can't have a group of guy friends forever. Either they start dating girls and you're no longer welcome. Or you start dating someone and the group no longer feels welcome. But if you marry one of the guys, they're all your friends forever.....
This was my reasoning behind taking a risk and dating Justin. Not that he'd asked me out or anything. I liked him and I
knew he knew. After a day of misunderstandings the week after we came back from Ferron, we had a good talk about the misunderstanding and the conversation ended like "Do you think we should date?" "Yeah" "Um, I'm free Friday??" "Okay."
Exactly 10 years ago today, he picked me up at my apartment and we got in the truck and he turns to me and asks, "Where would you like to eat?" Note to all you single ladies: If he doesn't plan the first date, he's not a big date planner. Are you okay with that? It didn't bother me at all then and it doesn't bother me now but it's a tell-tale sign. (Justin is actually a much better planner of dates now since it takes a lot of cooperation on many people's parts to do anything without kids.)
I suggested Goodwood just up the hill in Orem so that's where we went. I hate eating with my fingers on first dates so I don't know why I chose that place. Was it new then? Fingerfoods and barbecue sauce, messy messy.
We talked about school and what we wanted to be when we graduated. I had just a year left before I got my degree in broadcast journalism. He was contemplating being a therapist or an engineer designing cars. (Interesting huh? Especially since he became neither. When did you decide on civil engineering, Justin?) I don't remember any other specific topic of conversation.
We left the restaurant and got into the truck and he turns to me and asks, "What do you want to do now?" By then I had wondered what he was contemplating for the 36 hours since I asked him to ask me out. I suggested we drive a windy and bumpy road that goes from Provo Canyon to Hobble Creek Canyon. It takes a couple of hours but it's a really cool drive. We talked the whole time and the conversation never lagged or got awkward. I never got tired of him either.
So there you have it, our first date.
Here are the first pictures of "us." Moss was going away for a semester in England so we had a going away party. This was actually at the end of August but I didn't think a separate post for that is necessary. Plus that's the story behind the pictures: "Moss was going away for a semester..."
And Shannon was my roommate now! That was the best.
Can you feel the love?
Just some of the boys. I married into a brotherhood of 9.
And here we are 10 years later.
Tonight we went out to dinner to commemorate our last first dates of our lives. First we tried to go to a new restaurant but it was already shut down. I was disappointed at first but we probably dodged a bullet there. Next we tried Goodwood to recreate that first date magic but that too was shut down. What the what? So we ended up at the tried and true Carabbas. We discussed mortgage interest rates and retirement accounts.
Then we went to the mall to remind ourselves just how not 15 we are. I went to the bathroom with the most obnoxious teenage girls ever that felt they to run all four sinks to mask the sounds of them doing their business. And they couldn't stop talking about some boy in the food court. When I lamented this to Justin he says, "Come on, you were like that too."
"I never wasted water!"
Then we stopped at a photobooth because they are a big part of my early teen years and I was feeling nostalgic.
Yup, still got it. Oh man, it makes me laugh.
Next time on A Decade of Love, 22-year-old Diana tackles these questions: Can you know you're going to marry someone before you know you're in love? How many tacos can Justin eat? How can we hang out together every spare moment and not fail college?