Tuesday, February 15, 2011

5 years ago

I've been meaning to write this post for a while now, but poor Libby cut 2 teeth recently and we've been trying to catch up on sleep. And then my camera battery was dead and you know how difficult it is to charge a battery.

Anyway, I was inspired by Jane's nostalgic post last month to take a trip down memory lane myself. I started thinking about what I was doing 5 years ago this month and it dawned on me that Jared and I had our first date around that time. (Jared denies it was a "real date" but I beg to differ.) Which then got me thinking about how Jared asked me out for that first date...which then got me thinking about one of the most awkward things that has ever happened to me.

Five years ago, I was a junior at BYU and working at the copy center on campus. I was busily working away one day when I saw a student-aged guy walk in, look around, and then leave. A few minutes later, the guy walked in again, this time holding a carnation and looking every bit as lost as the first time. I walked up to the counter and asked if I could help him with something. With barely a moment's hesitation, he asked, "are you single?" I was caught off guard (and I'm no good at lying anyway), so I said "yes." He presented me with the flower and said, "Well, then this is for you."

He also handed me a hot pink, glitter-covered envelope and said he wanted to get to know me. I obliged by answering a couple of his trite questions (name? major? hobbies?), while desperately trying to figure out how to get rid of him. Finally, I just told him I really had to get back to work.

Once I had him shooed out the door, I practically ran behind some shelves where I would be out of sight of customers. I nervously opened the pink envelope and found a handwritten letter inside. I was alarmed that this guy might be some kind of perv when the first words my eyes caught were "private" and "tickly back rubs" but curiosity got the better of me and I read it anyway.

Would you like to see it?

And in case that wasn't enough, there's a back!

He also gave me this gem:

What does "P.C." stand for, you ask? His initials? No. "Please call." Is it strange that among all the personal information he so generously shared with me, he never mentioned his name?

You'd think after all this, I might be slightly worried that I had a stalker or something (I did see him a few weeks later at the copy center, but I hid behind the shelves before he could see me) but I was about 99% sure that he would have given his precious flower to whichever of the copy center girls acknowledged him first.

Anyway, I kept the card because I thought it was funny and it made for a great conversation piece when friends came over to visit. Jared was one of those friends that heard the story. Now, anyone who knew Jared during his BYU years knows he was a practical jokester. So, it shouldn't have surprised me (but it really, really did) when I experienced a sort of deja vu a few weeks later.

Once again, I was working away at the copy center when I saw an older gentleman walk in carrying a carnation. He asked for me by name and when I confirmed that I was Jennifer, he handed me the flower and said, "this is for you." This was all too strange and I remember trying to reject it, but he insisted it was for me and handed me an envelope as well. As soon as I saw the pre-printed return address on the envelope (BYU Genetics and Biotechnology) I knew who it was from and was relieved that at least it wasn't the glittery-envelope-guy again.

Inside the envelope was another handwritten letter (for some reason it was written on a paper towel?) inviting me to go snowboarding that weekend. It had no name, but I knew it was from Jared.

So, I called him up and we made plans to learn to snowboard together. He borrowed a snowboard for me, got our lift tickets, AND bought me dinner, but he still claims it wasn't a date. Whatever. Look where we are 5 years later.

Our first date


  1. Phew, while i was reading it I thought Jared was the one who gave you the first card. I'm glad he's not *that* weird. ;) But something doesn't add up--was the first one meant to be a joke? That is VERY strange. And it doesn't look like a guy's handwritting.

    Sounds like a cold first date to me. (get it? Ha!)

  2. Sadly, I don't think the first one was a joke.

  3. I love that Jared is a prankster! I could imagine how terrified of that little pink carnation you were when that older guy showed up with it. And I love that you kept the borderline creepy letter--its pretty funny.

  4. That's funny that you still have that letter and card. There were a handful of crazies that approached you in the copy center.

    I totally forgot that all of that led to your date with Jared. (I agree, it totally was a date.) Funny!

  5. Where is the letter from Jared? As I recall you refused to talk on that night also!

  6. Guys always dispute the date of the first date, when you started seeing each other, who asked who - what's up with that? :)

    I remember having a "stalker" guy sorta friend at Uni who kept trying to ask me out. One day he even rode home on the same bus as me just so he could try and ask me out some more - I think at least a total of 3 times in the course of the bus ride - I recall saying I couldn't go for a walk, along the river, in the dark, alone with him (CREEPY, right?!?!!) because I was going to be washing my hair.