Howdy! Welcome to part four in how the moosh came to be.
Feel like you’re ready to proceed? Here we go…
Cody and I hung out every chance we had. We had lunch together at work, watched every movie ever released, ate lots of food and basically just basked in the obsession we had for each other. The other six (SIX!) guys I was seeing (when I say seeing I mean using for meals and self esteem) dropped off one by one. None of them compared to this quiet gentlemanly Radio Shack boy.
Our first kiss on our third (third!) date (SQUEEE!!!), our bazillion kisses after that were a whole new kind of kiss for me. They were sweet kisses, they weren’t kisses trying to turn into anything more. This boy had morals, and had never done a thing wrong in his life.
And there I was.
Realizing I was falling fast for a boy who could never possibly go for the “real” me, I decided to lay it all out on the line. (Because as any girl knows I had completely lied about my past to him so as to impress him and keep him from hightailing it in the opposite direction.)
So there we were, sitting on his couch, moment of truth.
“Hey, so, you know how I said I had never done this?”
“Well, that’s a lie. It’s more like I’ve done it a whole lot.”
(I was braced for the worst.)
(Really? No yelling? Okay, well, let’s see how you handle this!)
“Okay, so, you know how I said I didn’t do this?”
“Um, well, I pretty much do that all the time.”
(Wha? Okay? You don’t think I’m the garbage of the Earth? I’ll fix that.)
“Okay. Well. You know how I said I did this?”
“I never did.”
Confession after confession came pouring out of my mouth.
Until I was out of secrets.
I had every skeleton in my closet out in the bright shiny open. Every ugly thing no one knew about me except for myself and my journal was right in front of his face. And these were ugly skeletons. His reply?
“Is that it?”
“It’s fine. Just don’t ever lie to me again, okay?”
And that’s when I fell in love with a man who knew everything about me and still wanted to be with me.
Think that’s the end? Well would you be wrong!
In the next installment, “How I went from a lush exhibitionist to a Mormon wife in three easy steps.”