"You will be happily surprised by a long time friend."
(First off, sorry that these are all delayed. I'll try and not let that happen again!) Today, I not only was surprised by one friend, but many! It brings such a cheer to my day to see my dear companions! What made it better is that we all ran into each other simultaneously! It was wonderful to hear how everyone's lives were going, (school, men, life in general...). What is interesting is that these dear women are not what would be generally termed "long time friends". Rather, I met them during my freshman year at Brigham Young University. We all went through a lot together and have grown to love, trust, and rejoice for one another. What a testament to the observation that it is not quantity of time, but the quality of time spent with other people that create lasting and enduring relationships. I love my friends and I was so glad to see them! In fact, one of them invited me to accompany them home for Thanksgiving! My telling of her proposition prompts a rather long tangent, so sorry. So, there is a certain gent, let's call him...Mr. Dapper... who I have been writing letters to since April. (Back story behind that: One Sunday in April, my friends and I were having a missionary (specifically missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, of which I am a most happy member) letter writing party. After I had penned a letter to some missionaries that I knew, I inquired of my friends if they knew any missionaries that perhaps were not receiving letters and would be happy to get a letter from someone, even if it was from a complete stranger. That's when my friends excitedly suggested that I write Mr. Dapper. So, I did. It was thereafter that they proceeded to tell me about him, showed me some pictures, etc. and I started crinkling on said gentlemen (For those who are unfamiliar with the term "crinkling", it is a precursor to a crush). Ever since then we have been writing back and forth and I have quite honestly become infatuated with him!) Okay...back to the main story about why this tangent was engendered by my friend's Thanksgiving invitation...So Mr. Dapper's sister was married over the summer. Mr. Dapper's family had these big pictures of Dapper's head put on popsicle sticks so he could "be present" at the wedding. One of my friends, who I will refer to as the Matchmaker, attended the wedding and at Fall Semester, brought me back one of those heads. I laughed 'cause I'm thinking "What in the world am I going to do with this?!" So, I put it on my closet wall, behind all my formals and such, where I would hardly see it (I have this strange phobia, if you will, that people in pictures are watching me and they can see what I am doing, hence why Dapper's picture went into the closet where I could not see him and he could not see me. Plus, I just didn't know what to do with it! -PS I am not schizophrenic!) I told Matchmaker and my other friend (who I just can't come up with a pseudonym for at the moment). It just so happens that a few weeks ago, Dapper's mother was at BYU and Matchmaker and my other friend went to chat with her. In this little chat, Matchmaker informed Dapper's mother that she had given me Dapper's head picture and then my other friend told her that I was keeping it in the closet!!!! [At this point I turned beet red and screamed in shock] Dapper's mother just laughed and told them to tell me to keep writing him. Great...she thinks I am a psycho! That is most definitely what I wanted her first impression of me to be...
So, I had to turn down my friend for Thanksgiving because more than likely I would also be meeting Dapper's familia during that period of time. I would love to go, however, I am just embarrassed - and my mother wants me home for Thanksgiving.
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