People blow my mind sometimes.. I was recently asked if I ever want to get married again. Are you serious? I didn't get a divorce because I hate the idea of marriage. I am 23, a Latter-Day Saint, and a female with unbelievable amounts of love and kindness to share. OF COURSE I WANT TO GET MARRIED AGAIN, just because I am divorced, does not mean that I am anti-marriage. I want to take time to get to know someone, develop a healthy friendship, date a while, enjoy each step of the process... not just jump into something. Sure I fly by the seat of my pants most of the time, does not mean I want a spontaneous marriage.
Let me tell you a story: I love to tell some of my dating relationship stories. Why, you may ask? Because they are unbelievable.
I once met a boy who we will call... Christian. Christian asked me to dinner, he lived in Provo, I lived with my folks at the time so we thought we would meet in Heber. I am driving to Heber, he calls, says he is having car problems and asked if I could drive to Provo, I was almost to Heber so I said, why not? While I am driving to Provo, he is on the phone telling me about his house in Midway and his family, what his parents do, yadda yadda.. Come to find out his dad recently retired from being a very successful orthodontist and his mom owns a MAJOR medical research company in Salt Lake City. I meet Christian at the restaurant of his choosing, he chose Applebee's (anyone who knows me, knows I studied culinary arts and am a HUGE believer in supporting local business, so this is a strike against him, but I was willing to overlook this because not everyone is blessed with great taste in dining). He was a great conversationalist but chose to sit right next to me versus across from me, which I found to be strange. Then he wants dessert first, strange again, but whatever, I am easygoing. The conversation was light and fun, then the bill comes. He gives the server his card, the server returns... the card had been declined. He makes sort of a big deal out of this.
Embarrassing.
In the end, I paid for dinner.
He instantly becomes obsessed with me. We continue talking for a week and he tells me he would like to marry me by the end of the year. Ummmmmmmm.... NO. I told him straight up that there would be no way I would want to marry him or even be ready to marry anyone by the end of the year. (this occurred last august) He proceeds to push things, he'd show up at my folks house, invite himself to go places with us, including my family reunion. AWKWARD. He would come use our boat, which Tanna and I still blame him for our boat's engine blowing up. He was OVERWHELMING. I was sooooo brutally honest in the fact I didn't want to date him, I wasn't going to marry him, and I wasn't interested in him. One day I show up to my house, he had left a candy bar poster... you know... like the kind you would make in high school to ask someone to a dance. "I am a BIG HUNK that would WHATCHAMACALLIT marry you by the end of the year. I would die from SNICKERS..." I felt super weird and uncomfortable. And that isn't what it said, but it was creepy and weird and my family about died from laughter over this. Actually this whole situation. One Sunday he came over after I told him not to (which pisses me off big time, if I say no and you disrespect me... forget it) anyway, he shows up at my folk's house, and I am enraged I freak out on him and yell at him to leave me alone and that I am not interested.
He emails me two or three weeks later... "Brecca, you should probably know that I am now married and I would like it if you would leave me alone."
I never contacted him after that Sunday, what a nutcase.
Anyway, he left a knife and a life vest on our boat, so my mom texts him and tells him he is welcome to come get them. He asked her to mail them to him. She replies and says she can send them to Park City with my sister, but she will not mail them because she isn't going to fork out cash on something she doesn't care about, she said all that more tactfully than that. He proceeds to text my mom and to tell her to keep the stuff because his new wife will buy him new things and that I (me, Brecca) am a slut and that I cheated on him.
And that is that.
Moral of the story:
- Get to know what psychos you go on dates with.
- I go on dates with some REALLY freaky people.
- I am grateful I wasn't an idiot and married him. (or ever really went on another date with him)
Amen.
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