She said “no”, what did you think she said? In other words, nobody was sitting there and I was welcome to sit down. So I did. And boy did we hit it off. I was holding her in my arms, kissing her passionately, within 20 minutes. It was unbelievable.
Because it didn’t happen. Because for that to have happened, I would have had to talk to her. And, as we know from Part 1, my psyche would never allow that to happen (you suck, psyche!) So, for the first 30 minutes or so, we both sat there in silence, pretending to read our textbooks and ignoring the incredible attraction between us.
Well, I was doing that. She was probably actually studying. Yeah, she was studying. But, after about 30 minutes, she took a break and then I pounced. I introduced myself and started talking to her. I have no idea what we talked about, but I came away with one piece of very important information:
She was a freshman.
Well, that sucked. Not because of some stupid notion that I wouldn’t date a freshman or anything. It was purely for practical reasons that I mourned my bad luck. You see, I knew she would be going home to Nevada (pronounced “Nev-ah-dah”, Heidi gets upset if you mispronounce that) and I would be staying in Provo.
We only had three weeks until school was out, which meant I had to develop a strong relationship with her in three weeks (possible but not probable), which probably wasn’t going to happen (have you met my psyche?)
My other option was to hope I could find her at BYU next year. This was a fool’s dream. Who knew if she would even come back to the Y or if she’d get married over the summer or move to a new apartment and study somewhere else? Plus, there were about 33,000 students at BYU that year. She was the needle in the BYU haystack.
Fortunately, although my psyche was doing me no favors, hers did, although I didn’t know it (more on that later). Combined with the wonders of modern technology, I saw a glimmer of hope.
(to be continued)