moosh in indy.

Three strikes and you get a second date.

November 4, 2007

Welcome to part three in how the moosh came to be.

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Well, now that you know about my sordid past, you should know that there is no way that Cody and I should have ever ended up together.

While he was all

I was all

and while he was all

I was all

I knew nothing about this boy except that he worked at Radio Shack, his name was Cody and he made my heart go pitter patter.

And then he showed up at my house in this.

I know right?

STRIKE ONE.

I hated big trucks. Little guy syndrome, must be compensating for something, you know the type.

After hurling myself into the beast of a truck we decided on a place to eat and the awkward chatter started.

“So, why were you in New York?”

“That’s where I served my mission.”

(Internal dialogue) MISSION? MISSION! You’re a MORMON? I don’t go out with Mormons, especially ones that just got back from missions! That means you take this whole religion thing seriously. I SHAVED FOR NOTHING!

STRIKE TWO!
(External dialogue) “Oh. Huh. Where are you from?”

“Vernal” (A small town in Eastern Utah that just happens to sound a lot like an STD)

STRIKE THREE.

At this point he was lucky I couldn’t afford to feed myself and actually needed him to take me out to dinner.

Dinner was awkward, apparently I swore a lot. I had pancakes, he had biscuits and gravy.

We then rented a movie and headed back to his apartment.

As soon as he opened his front door the first thing I saw was an ENORMOUS PICTURE OF CHRIST ABOVE HIS COUCH.

STRIKE FOUR.

What’s WITH these religious people?

Strike five was the other ENORMOUS picture of Christ praying above his tiny single bed.

This boy wanted a wife, he wanted babies, a white picket fence, he wanted everything I wasn’t.

But then he held my hand.

If I’ve ever had butterflies in my life it was at that moment.

He didn’t try anything, he walked me to my door.

He was a perfect gentleman.

I remember shutting the door and thinking “There is no way this could ever work.”

But I couldn’t wait for him to call again.

And he did.

To be continued….

Comments off.

Great story – can’t wait for it to be continued. He obviously called you right? Or did you call him?

My husband picked me up in a pimped out pick-up truck too. As soon as we were married I made him trade it in.

This might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. Hurry up with the next part!

Oh this is good. I can’t wait to read the rest and how in the hell this did work!!!

wow. just wow. i’m so hooked. thank goodness nablapomogotohoho “makes” you post every day so i dont have to wait tooooooo long for part 4.

Bossy vaguely remembers these butterflies of which you speak.

Oh I love these posts. You’ve inspired me to post a little more about the early days of me and mine because I said the same thing to my best friend about him and me: “We will never go anywhere.”

i l o v e this.

yes, you are an inspiration. i just wish my story was as exciting as yours.

and yes, the butterflies. i love them.

i love it!

THAT is a love story. Truly.

And the beer bong picture? Girl, you’re supposed to burn those babies

aw. how sweet. bad girl meets virginous boy! Can’t wait for the rest!

I’m surprised … any sane woman would have run screaming at the sight of that ridiculous small-penis-size-compensating truck.

Just getting caught up on the story!

Wooo!

Can’t wait to hear the rest!

We so would have been friends when we were nineteen.

So much fun to read!!!!

more more more!

Just goes to show butterflies count more then strikes!

Teehee! Keep it comin’!

This is so fun! Ah, butterflies…I think I might remember those!

I can’t wait to hear more!

Best installment yet! Girl, you are mad funny.

I know how it ends, but I can’t WAIT to hear the rest of the story!

Awwwe!

And Vernal? Oooh boy. My husband lived in Vernal for awhile, right before we startd dating. I wonder if they knew each other. I mean, it’s VERNAL. If they were there at the same time, they’d HAVE to know each other, right?

If you substitute the Mormon aspect with RAGING BAPTIST BIBLE THUMPER, you pretty much have my first date with Boo.

I still have a very large picture of Jesus, but nowadays, it’s under my bed. So I don’t have to feel guilty while I do the wild thing.

Oh this is great! I just caught up. I love all these love stories raging across the internet right now. I refuse to tell mine. It ends up with me being drug on my butt across the floor and dumped in the middle of a big mess I made while throwing a fit.

Nope, not wanting to talk about that one just yet.

Enjoying yours though!

You know what I just thought? Would Cody EVER be willing to guest write? I would love to hear about his feelings of you, and his version of the story…and if not, could you steal it out of his Journal? He must have still been keeping one?! Just a thought. Love this story, love it.

This story just gets better and better! I remember the butterflies…my husband was just a friend for a long time, then one day-butterflies. Ah, love.

Love it!!!!!

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

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