Four years and a couple weeks ago there was a boy I liked. I met him at church and we worked together for a few months, visiting the people who were new to the area. He was so friendly to everyone. One night I went to an institute meeting (basically its like Mormon Bible study, I'm guessing. I've never actually been to a Bible study before. . .) with some friends. A famous woman in the LDS community was speaking so we got there early to get good seats. I was wondering if I would see him there. Five minutes before this lady was about to start speaking the place was so packed. If he did come, chances are I wouldn't even see him. But fate played a hand for me that night and even though they showed up just minutes before it began somehow he and his friend got seats right in front of me! For a moment I had a slight heart attack when I saw him sit next to my gorgeous friend Tiffanie, but soon I realized she wasn't there to sit with him, but with his friend.
After (certainly not during!!) the wonderful lesson by this sweet lady was over he turned around to chat with me a bit. I asked about his Halloween plans. He said he had some, but nothing set in stone. So I invited him to my Halloween party. He said he might come. Soon after that we left to go home. When we got in the car I informed my roommate Elise that we were now having a Halloween party!
Elise invited her boyfriend (now husband) and a few of her friends. I had one or two of my friends show up as well and we carved pumpkins, ate food and played Nintendo. By 11pm I was about to call it a night. He hadn't shown up and probably wasn't going to. Seriously seconds before I went to bed I got a text. Was my party still going on?? YES!
He came over fully dressed in Billy Idol garb. I was wearing ghost earrings with my non festive everyday attire. It was a little awkward. We played wii. We partied with our three party guests. At 2am he decided to call it a night. Right before he walked away, he paused and asked me out for that Saturday. I said yes!
And that is the story of how my husband was wearing eye liner the first time he ever asked me out.