so who couldn't love shania's lepord print jumper.
well the last post was a result of my valentines day.
which just so happen to be very special.
i woke up and went to work just like every sunday.
got off of work.
hurried over to church.
relief society was lovely.. then came sacrament. i went over to sit with some new girls in the ward who i didn't really know. my old friend (i'll tell you why he is my old friend in later in on in this story.) text me and told me to sit down by his scriptures. so i did. he talked way too much during sacrament and i got peeved. the speakers were on fire and the spirit was being felt. I told him to stop. he didn't speak for the rest of the meeting. THANK YOU. the meeting ended and just like every valentines day in the 4th ward the elder's gave use heart shaped brownies. he insisted on giving on to me. okay we're friends.... so i go home.
needless to say this "friend" surprises me with a valentines day gift
complete with see's candy and a blanket
(at his condo he has some blankets his mom made..
i ABSOLUTELY LOVE them.
so he had his mom make me one in my favorite color)
needless to say it was sweet and kind.
but i was shocked. we had never spoken about being valentines and i in NO way felt that way towards him. butt after his little surprise i did feel obligate to spend the evening with him. he suggested a picnic watching the sun set at my favorite beach. UMM hello we're friends. soo soorry but that was just not going to happen. my dearest roommate was going to be baking a plethora of goods that evening. So we joined in on that. Now he lives at the turtle bay villas so naturally once all the other boys dates were dying down they wanted to top off the evening by going hot tubing. We went and swam for a bit... then he dropped me home. I had work at 6 in the morning and it was around 10:40. i wanted to get to sleep. he wanted to kiss me. he tried. i denied. he got all butt hurt and decided we needed to have a talk. he said that it would be pointless to hang out if he wasn't getting anything. he didn't want to be my friend anymore. just because i wouldn't kiss him. seriously?
and sorry my perception of utah boys did just get a little worse.
though he didn't wear pink abercrombie polos, plaid shorts, pukka shell necklace,
and nike shoes when he had no intentions of running.
he was your grade A provo boy (from st. george).
in disguse
i'm sorry.
i'm not a girl who can be bought.
money comes and money goes.
but love lasts an eternity.