A Dreamer

My Sunday tradition is to post some of my old journal entries. I usually post what I find to be entertaining, so they usually involve boys and crushes.

Here I went to a wedding reception of the sister of one of my big crushes.

Dec. 1, 2002
When I got to Jenni’s brother Karl, (something I have been anticipating for awhile) I worked up the nerve to tell him that he looked good. That wouldn’t be anything hard for someone less shy and more experienced in the dating area. But I meant what I said. Yep, I’ve got it pretty bad for Karl. I didn’t used to, but then I had a dream with him in it and we were kind of a couple, and ever since then I think about him more than you would think for just a little crush. By the way, he is 4 years older than me. He also flirts with Erin Coon and Ann Marlin. Grr. However, I do believe he blushed when I complimented him. *sigh*
Amazingly enough, the whole crush-on-the-guy-after-I-dreamed-about-him thing wasn't abnormal for me. Usually though, those crushes dissipated after a little while because it's hard to maintain a crush on a dream.

When we were eating our refreshments the Williamsons came and sat with us. Guess what? Kenny was there! Yay. However, he left soon after arriving and without a word in my direction.
Aaaaannnd, that pretty much sums up the relationship that I had with Kenny.

Tonight I went to the singles prayer that we have every Sunday. Karl was there. He was actually kind of in charge. After the meeting I talked a little to him. He is quite nice to talk to me.
Oh, the magnanimous condescension bestowed upon little ol' lowly me by one so noble and great is truly a noteworthy sacrifice indeed.

I just described Karl's visiting older brother as attractive with an amazingly low voice, then I continue...
I think it would be cool to be a part of the Davies family. They are all so cool. Not that I think that I’ve got a chance with Karl, not with Erin and Ann as competition anyways. I wonder why those boys aren’t married.

A special note. This could very well be the first time I ever met Aaron, my husband. The first time that I remember seeing him was at one of these little singles prayer things. He came with his sister Chanel and I remember wondering if they were siblings or dating. I also remember a conversation he had with his sister and it was funny. And Aaron was wearing his black leather jacket, so I know it was winter. But, as unromantic as it is, I can't say there was a love at first sight thing going on, so he didn't make the journal entry. While I developed a crush on him not too long after this, Aaron didn't notice me till over a year later. But, all's well that ends well.