Snow Project

Fizzle: When two people are mutually interested in one another and go on a series of dates, only to have these feelings fade away and come to nothing. 

My life is full of fizzles. Sometimes these fizzles last for one date, sometimes 5. This specific fizzle lasted a good 5 dates. His name was Cap'n.

It all took place about a year ago. Cap'n was in my ward, asked me on a date, and I actually liked him! life was great. However, after week three or four I kinda changed my mind. I might've just been scared, or just stopped liking him... I'm not sure. All I know is that I kinda stopped reciprocating and it died off. 

Fast forward one year: Cap'n is still one of my really good friends and I see him all the time! The other day, he sent me an email. 

(Oh, and I didn't mention this, but he used to always tell me that he was going to make it his goal to get me to LOVE snow.)

Here is the email. I'm literally copying and pasting.. these are his words. 

Remember that one time long ago when I told you that I could get you to like snow? I was cleaning out my computer and I uncovered my list of ideas from brainstorming about the problem. Would you like to see it? :)

Enjoy.

[Cap'n]


PROJECT SNOW
Beautiful moonlit snowscape up in the mountains—but still warm.
Snow on bare trees+sunlight is delightful.
Dancing in the snow
Temple square.
Make snowflakes
Hot-chocolate or hot tang/cider thermos in the snow
Snow angels
Snow man
Snow fight
Sledding
Snow shoeing
…nwj?
Catch snowflakes in mouth
Listening to the sound of snow—no talking, just taking in the quiet moment away from civilization etc…
Walk in the snow?
Barnes and noble, walk with starbucks
Bundle up with joy
Matching beanies
Pea coats.
Fireplace at hotel (something planned beforehand to make it special—hand delivered toast and cocoa or something)
Holding hands... to keep warm.
Sing snow songs. (Let it snow, let it snow, Dashing through the snow, winter wonderland, silent night etc…)
Snow hugs.
Christmas lights and christmas street etc…
Christmas tree hunting or just looking around at a lot.
Ice skating? :S
Shoveling other people's walks.

This, my friends, is the most adorable thing I have ever read. I may completely regret this fizzle. What was I thinking!?! 

Dating Rule #72: Don't EVER let things fizzle with a boy who has romantic things like this up his sleeve. 

The One Timer: Over and Out.   

Mr. Wickham was Irresistible (part 1)

Well folks, the time has come for the story of Mr. Wickham. It's one of the most outrageous stories I've ever heard, and now that I'm over him, I'm kind of thrilled to claim that I play at least a small role in the story because it is so unbelievably ridiculous. Be prepared: it's complicated and long. But alas, all good stories are.

So once upon a time in January, my roommate and I became perfectly lovely best friends with this group of 4 boys. They were funny and welcoming and comfortable to be around. And when I say best friends, I actually mean that we latched on to them with more ferocity than expected and then proceeded to spend hours every evening in their apartment when we were supposed to be studying. We didn't take the time to get to know anyone else in our vicinity. We had our friends, and we were fine with that not changing.
Well, as time went on, Mr. Wickham and I developed a tight bond. Whenever we hung out with them (which was every night) I would typically end up talking to him the entire time. However, he had a long distance girlfriend (Ms. Diva), so I never thought anything of it. As a general rule, I try not to fraternize with boys that have girlfriends. But then, on one fateful weekend trip to St. George, it was revealed that Mr. Wickham had broken up with his girlfriend earlier that week.
"Oh, that's weird. They've been dating for a while," was all that crossed my mind.
And then all of a sudden the next day, it hit me like a ton of bricks: I liked Mr. Wickham. A LOT.
When did this happen? How did this happen? It was completely without my planning and consent that this had occurred.
Welp, there it was. I liked him. I was fine with it.
So in the ensuing weeks, life proceeded on as normal. We visited their apartment nightly. Lots of flirting was exchanged between the two of us. It was lovely. And it was apparent to all, or so we thought, that he was returning the sentiment that I felt toward him.
Near the end of that semester, a trip was taken to a friend's cabin. That was a weekend filled with excitement and laughter and friendship. That was also the weekend that Mr. Wickham held my hand, and my heart was all a-flutter. I was thrilled, and understandably so.
I was on cloud nine and nothing could pull me down. My adoration for this boy was greater than for any that I had ever experienced.
To the sadness of my heart, he was moving back home for the summer and he left at the end of the next week. We never talked about what had transpired between the two of us. He left the state for the next 4 months... leaving me in a state of endless confusion and sorrow.
The stage is set... Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion.

Friendly Kisser. Peacing Out.

Dates are Great. (Especially When You Plan them Yourself)

Sometimes guys just don't understand how to plan a good first date. If they would just follow a few guidelines, it wouldn't be too hard. Don't make it too long. Simple is good. Be on time. Don't be so overeager in your flirting that you act like a creep. Do something fun where you still have a chance to get to know each other. And basically, just follow our Dating Rules. Again, not too hard right? Well, all too often dates don't end up going this way, and you're left counting the minutes until your date takes you home. Solution? Plan it yourself! A couple weeks ago, that's just what The One Timer and I did. We decided to take the initiative and ask guys out that we had at least a little bit of interest in. Seeing that The One Timer's attempt at taking the initiative was not conveyed so smoothly the first time (see this post), Colonel Mustard was an obvious choice for her. As for myself, I asked one of our other friends who I had a crush on. We'll call him Louis Armstrong.

I must say, The One Timer and I planned an awesome date. This past summer, while on the trip that inspired this blog, The One Timer, The Heartbreaker, The Friendly Kisser and I discovered that we love tandem biking. Naturally, for our date we decided to rent tandem bikes, have a picnic, and wander around in a really awesome toy shop near our house. It was SO much fun. The leaves were beautiful as we biked alongside the river in the perfect fall weather. Louis Armstrong and I had a hula hoop competition, a pretend gun fight, and helped complete the world's largest crossword puzzle. Then we had a tandem bike race home against The One Timer and Colonel Mustard, which we obviously won. It was simple, but we all had a great time. You may be wondering what happened with Colonel Mustard and Louis Armstrong. Well, despite the awesomeness of this date, The One Timer and I don't really have any interest in them anymore (anticlimactic, I know). But the moral of the story is...

If you are in need of a good date, just plan it yourself. (Or The One Timer and I would be happy to plan it for you.)

-The Cautious Charmer