Soo.... It's been a while

I see that I've left a lot of people in the dark as to what I've been up to since my last post (other than the obvious). So, here's an update:

After I wrote my last post, I took a break from the dating scene, which is extremely hard to do in the climate created by BYU-Idaho. Honestly, I think I let myself become too invested in Annie and forgot to let things happen as they should. That doesn't mean that my opinion of having a relationship before a mission has changed. It's what the prophets have counseled, and from personal experience that it has formed.

Anyway, in early March I met the girl who would become my wife. That's right, folks, I'm married! The story of how we met is kind of long and drawn out (at least on my end) and it's a lot better told in person. If you want to know, ask me when you see me.

I also finished the trilogy I've been working on since I was 14. There is one production company that wants to produce it, but they've been dragging their feet as far as getting it going. So, I'm cutting my losses (so to speak) and seeking out others. When I started looking, I had another idea.

You take the quote from President Benson about pre-mis in relationships and make a story about it! I figured this would be easier to produce since it doesn't require anything other than actors and a crew, and sell that. Either that, or produce it on my own and have someone like Halestorm of Excel distribute it. I'll post the first part of it on my other blog "StoryTime".

As far as anything else goes, that's really all I can think of. Married life is great. You all should look into it. Just saying.

Bless your face.

Some people are idiots.

Be warned: I may name names here. One of the few times that I do, but we'll see.

Anyway, so there's a little more to the story that involves me from that night we went ballroom dancing. A cute blonde came up to me out of nowhere and asked me to dance with her. To be honest, I wasn't about to turn her down. Everyone who knows me knows that I never turn down a cute girl!

Anyway, I add her on Facebook and she gives me her number. We start texting almost immediately and start hanging out/dating/being together, whatever you want to call it. Anyway, the first day it's just us, I walk her back to her place and she grabs my hand, holding it for about a block and then pulls it away saying, "I shouldn't do this." She has a boyfriend back in Montana. What else, he got his mission call and is leaving in May. Another thing, it was long distance to begin with.

That didn't really stop us, though. I'll admit, the thought crossed my mind that I would be the RM that stole her away from her douche-bag pre-mi boyfriend, so I didn't let up. We watched a movie at my apartment, cuddled, and she kissed me. Again, I didn't push her away, but for the record, she kissed me first. Little did I know what would happen next.

She went home for Super Bowl weekend and ended up meeting up with him. When she told him what happened, he said that he wasn't mad and would give her a second chance (I think there may be something else behind it, like maybe he did something too, but then that's just a theory. I know I wouldn't have been so forgiving. At least I wasn't when it happened to me). That broke me. But after she got back, we talked and she said she would break up with him.

So she did. Or at least that's what she told me. She left to go visit her grandfather this last weekend and she sends me a text this morning, "I love Taylor". WTF?!!! Did she even break up with that dude?! So we have a long conversation about the entire thing. Over text because I would have just ended up yelling at her for "kind of, sort of, not really" lying to me. Her side was that she tried to break it off but that both of them didn't want to accept it. I don't believe it myself, but whatever.

So I look around and stumble across something that President Ezra Taft Benson said. "You can have a positive influence in motivating young men to serve full-time missions. Let the young men of your acquaintance know that you expect them to assume their missionary responsibilities, that you personally want them to serve in the mission field, because you know that’s where the Lord wants them.

“Avoid steady dating with a young man prior to the time of his mission call. If your relationship with him is more casual, then he can make that decision to serve more easily and also can concentrate his full energies on his missionary work instead of the girlfriend back home.”

I found that an others with almost no effort. And really, who's to argue with a prophet of God?

So I look on his page, just because I'm curious, and I see this as his status: "so i've been thinking....long distance relationships are pretty dang sweet. not very dumb. and as long as your doing the right things...then its all good:)"

Really?! Idiot! Honestly, I just want to punch this kid. For more reasons than one, but that was just the icing on the cake! This kid really has no idea what he's in for! Especially when it comes down to when he leaves on his mission. And both of them think that it's a good thing. Geez...poor naive little pricks.

In any case, as of right now, I told her to write me out of her life. I can't be in the friend zone with her. Not possible. If something happens down the road, cool. I'm not going to stop it. Honestly, though, I'm not gonna hold my breath any more.

2 to 1 We'll Pull It Off

This was an interesting day. I'm back in my element. Because of that, I'm actually able to help others find what they're looking for. I just hope I don't screw anything up for me in the process.

Anyway, what happened today was one of my roommates wanted to build a snowman for a sister missionary he knew on his mission. She had never experienced snow at all and wanted a picture of him with the snowman. He enlisted my help. I figure, why not? It'll be fun. Then I thought about adding another element to the mix. Girls. You see, he hadn't had much to do with that since he's been out here. Don't know why, really, but whatever. So I text one of my second cousin's roommates to see if she and her roommates wanted to go do that. She seemed pretty skeptical at first, but we won her and one other roommate over.

We go to Porter Park and attempt to make a snowman from scratch but that failed since the snow was nothing but powder. We end up building it from remnants of other snowmen that were destroyed by some teenage punks in town. Meanwhile, he and she were hitting it off beautifully. It reminded me of when I was trying to set up Spencer back in 2005. Difference is, that ended up backfiring a tad. Different story for a different time, though.

We take the two girls back to their apartment and part ways. I get a text from the girl asking if we were going to an 80s dance. As it turns out, that's not for another few weeks, so we went ballroom dancing at the Kirkham Building. That was fun. And that was when things started to heat up between my roommate and my cousin's.

You see, being raised by an interpersonal professor who loves to put an emphasis on body language, you tend to pick up a thing or two. Looking at both of them tonight, I saw that they were REALLY into each other, but while trying to not let the other know. So much for that, right? We dropped them off and came back to our apartment. Needless to say, my roommate was giddy the rest of the way home. It was actually really funny.

Anyway, we get back and immediately, the girl texts me and asks for his number. She actually beat us to the punch. Originally, I was going to text her to see if she wanted his number. That would tell just how interested she really was. But she answered that already by texting me for his number.

Now my dilemma. There are honestly too many girls for me to choose from up here. However, some are making it easier for me to choose them than others. And the weird thing is, they seem to just pop out of the woodwork. Kind of weird, but really cool at the same time. I am just wondering how this is all going to pan out. Granted, there are some things I need to take care of first. A job being priority number one. As much as I don't want to admit it, but girls are going to have to take a backseat to that for the time being.

Still, a little fun never hurt anybody.

I know you feel it, too. These words get over used

So I've been up in Rexburg for almost a month now. It's pretty nice being back, but at the same time I still miss San Diego. It kind of makes me wonder what kind of impact I made while I was there.

Also, I've decided that I'm pretty hopeless when it comes to the whole "unrequited love" thing. Granted, with this girl, I haven't even known her for 4 months yet, but I still can't stop thinking about her. And while there were a lot of girls who I was interested in and would have loved to see progress further than they were, there was still her. Unfortunately, there was and still is nothing that can be done. We both have principles that will not be broken considering the situation.

You see, the problem isn't that I can't stop thinking about her. It's that I see her almost everywhere. And this is never a good thing. I think I'm losing my mind. And the thing is, she probably never even felt the same way.

Sometimes I want to be the car crash

So, I think that people are trying to distance themselves from me since I'm leaving in three weeks. Either that, or the other way around. Whatever. It seems that for some strange odd reason, I'm alone most of the time now. What is really grinding me at the moment is how right now in the dating game, it seems that I'm losing to a pre-mi! What the crap?! What is wrong with this picture?! I mean, not to be conceited or anything, but I'm not a bad looking guy. So why am I losing to a dork like him? I dunno. I don't really have much to write after ranting about that anyway.

It's like my iPod's stuck on replay...

So there's an issue with me wanting to get out of San Diego...I kind of don't want to anymore. It's weird. See, before I went to BYU-Idaho the first time, I couldn't wait to get out of this dump and away from the people that were in it. My life before was a complete Hell. I needed out or something bad was going to happen. OK maybe not, but I still wanted out. The same situation for my mission. I wanted out. So I leave for two years, understandably (especially if you knew my feelings and my past, and then there's the fact that no missionary that has at least attempted to work never wants to leave), not wanting to leave Washington. But it was a necessary evil and I came home.

Fast forward a year and a half. I'm about to go back to Rexburg. When I got the news originally, I was ecstatic! I couldn't wait to get out of here again. All of sudden, things started happening. People finally understood who I am, or at least why I am the way I am. And the funny thing is, they either don't care, or they play off it. And then there's the girls...

There's one in particular. I met her about a month ago, and she just won't get out of my head. See, normally, I would have done something by now. The problem is, she has a boyfriend on a mission (stupid move in my opinion. I broke up with my girlfriend a week before I left for the MTC. She wasn't happy at the time, but she is now). That and the fact that I'm wondering if it's even a good idea to do anything other than date at this point since I'm leaving in about a month. Still, she just won't get out of my head! Why now?! There's nothing I can do and it's tearing me apart!

The only solution that I can see at this point is to keep my distance. I'm not going to ask her to do anything that she doesn't want to do. So even if she reads this and figures it out, or anyone else who knows who I'm talking about, you know what, go ahead and tell her. I give you permission. The ball's in her court now.

An Interesting Day

A lot of highs and lows today. First and foremost on everyone’s mind was the baptism of a friend. Amazing. Simply amazing. I thought I was going to cry. I didn’t but it was close. Anyway, happiness and joy abound. A lot of people turned out for it, too. I can’t say that enough.

The thing that tends to be pressing on my mind the most at the moment is in the third hour of Church today. It was a combined meeting with the priesthood and Relief Society. I taught with the RS President about home teaching. I think the lesson itself went well and afterward we went into the cultural hall so that people could actually meet their home teachers. When we went into the cultural hall and broke off into our groups with the different home teaching companionships, one of the girls in my group, who I thought I was cool with even though we haven’t talked since my sister left, was looking at me with utter contempt, like she wanted to kill me. Seriously?! What did I do? I mean, I had to have done something that made her so hateful toward me. Geez…