Our lovely first date left me feeling very confused. I recognized Sam's amazingness but was very unsure of where things would lead and how to proceed (if it all).
As I was getting ready for church two days later, I tried to look extra special. Despite slightly chilly weather, I purposely left the house without a jacket. Sam happened to be speaking in church that day so he was sitting easily in view. In a test of Sam's gentlemanliness (yeah, I just made up a word) I tried to look cold. He passed the test and offered me his jacket. What can I say, I can be a bit manipulative (more on that later), but only with the best intentions.
That night, I was at my grandpa's house for dinner. I sent out one of those lame mass texts wishing everyone a happy Labor Day (or is it Memorial Day? I can never keep those straight) weekend. Sam was (very intentionally) included in the list. After a couple of texts back and forth, we made plans to hang out the next day. Sam had never texted before, and didn't have texting in his plan, but he decided texting me was worth a few extra bucks on his cell phone bill.
When I got home from my grandpa's I was ready to call it a night and hopped in the shower. When I got out, Sam called me to solidify our plans for the next day. While we were talking, my phone kept shutting off (coincidence? I think not!) Seeing as we lived next door to each other, we decided I should just go over to his house to continue talking. I quickly shed my high maintenance status when I went over in jammies with wet hair and no makeup. We played WWF Smackdown with some of his roommates. When it started getting late, Sam, being the gentleman that he is, decided to walk me the whole 20 feet to my apartment. But, instead of going inside right away, we sat outside talking for a couple more hours.
That night, I was more confused than ever. I prayed to ask Heavenly Father if this was a relationship I should continue to pursue. The next morning, I received an e-mail with the answer to my prayer (No, it wasn't an e-mail from heaven, but wouldn't that be nice?) I felt free to see where this budding romance would lead.
Sam called me that morning to inform me that he was sick. Staying up late talking in the cold did him in (the illness resulted in a high fever and a round of antibiotics). Our plans changed from rock climbing to a trip to Home Depot to buy soil and pots for some tomato plants Sam got from a guy at work. We planted the tomatoes and decided to make it a competition to see whose plant would produce better. Unfortunately, we weren't very good gardeners and our plants went swiftly the way of all the earth.
After that, we spent time together everyday. We would go on walks, study together or just spend time talking. We were both quite smitten, but neither of us was very sure of what the other was feeling and neither of us wanted to initiate "that" conversation.
A week after our first date, I had to go to an overnight retreat for my job as a counselor for the BYU Sports and Dance camps. Unlike most of my coworkers, I didn't know any of the other counselors so I spent the majority of the night hanging out by myself. I wanted to call Sam but I couldn't get cell phone service in the Canyon. As the night progressed, I started to meet and talk to some of the other counselors. I gained a better perspective on my feelings for Sam as some of the guys starting acting flirtatious. After just a week of hanging out with Sam, I wasn't even really flattered by the flirtation. I just wanted to get home and hang out with Sam.
I arrived home early the next morning and texted Sam. He invited me over for breakfast. Breakfast turned into rock climbing up Provo Canyon and rock climbing turned into dinner and a hike up Y mountain. It was a really fun day, but by the time it came to an end, I was really frustrated that Sam hadn't kissed me yet! I mean, come on, what was he waiting for?
Sam says he didn't want to kiss me until he knew it was right, which I can appreciate, but I was fairly certain he has passed up on many "right" moments. I mean, what could be better than a romantic sunset on the Y? When the "right" moment finally came, it was perfect, but you'll have to wait in suspense until next Sunday to read about that...