I returned to BYU after Christmas vacation my sophomore year resolved to focus hard on school, get fabulous grades, and ignore guys completely. Right before Christmas my then boyfriend caught me completely off guard and broke up with me days before I flew home to Virginia. My holidays were spent healing a broken heart, but by the time I returned to school I was on the mend armed with determination to be whole and happy. (I knew that relationship was never meant to be, so its demise was a very good thing.)
I had a full semester ahead of me: Calculus, Computer Science 143, Statistics 336, Greek and Roman Mythology, Teachings of the Living Prophets, and Ballroom Dance. Despite my resolve to take no notice of men, my 19-year-old instincts kicked in. As I settled into each new classroom I just couldn't help scanning the room for male prospects and basically "check them out" one by one.
When I first saw HIM in his brown leather jacket (made to fit while on his LDS mission to Argentina), I dismissed him as "taken". Too good to be true. Fate had it that he was in my Calculus class AND my Computer Science class. How providential. Eventually, he dropped Calculus, but he also began to sit near me (or did I sit near him?) in the Computer Science class.
This was an assembly language class and after one particularly confusing lecture, I surprised my rather reserved self by exclaiming to no one in particular, "I just don't get the hexadecimal system." HE (who was sitting right in front of me) turned around and said something like, "I can help. Why don't you come to my office and I can explain it to you?"
"Your OFFICE?" I thought, duly impressed. I consented.
That was our genesis as we talked and walked across campus to the Eyring Science Center. Brian's "office" turned out to be a mere desk in Dr. Ott's chemistry research lab, but "we" had begun.
Brian picked me up and we drove to Sundance. I fell down A LOT. He was a natural. He was patient. I was frustrated, but I was on extra good behavior because I wanted to impress. Despite me being me, he didn't want the date to end. I didn't either. He picked me up later that night and we took in a movie--Terms of Endearment, to be exact.
That's how we met--one cold, dark, dreary January day.
I must remember that there is always a Spring.