Looking out into the water wondering where all my friends were that were supposed to show up to this “YSA” activity, I couldn’t help but to sit here and do some people watching. I don’t remember names (for blogging sake) but remembering that I heard about this great ward and nothing was happening. (Don’t forget I understand that it’s my responsibility to “make something happen”) Soon enough, this wonderful girl tactfully approached me with a stunning question… “Hi, what’s your name?” “Trevor” I replied. “What’s yours?” “Carlee” she replied. “Nice to meet you Carlee” I said and off went the conversation into a blissful abyss.
Yes, my name is Trevor Hansen and I have been dating Carlee for the past 3 months and have enjoyed every moment of it. For some reason, due to how we act and who we are, we fit quite well in each others lives. Now you’re probably wondering why I’m writing this and not her, and further more, if you’re a girl, you’re just dying to know the rest of that first conversation…I’ll let Carlee tell you that. But before that, the real reason I’m writing this entry (partially) is because she is in the process of helping me do what I can’t do for myself but she is good at what she does and when she offers to make me look good, of course I’m going to recognize that blessing and take it…I only hope that I can do the same for her.
Ok, I'm taking back over! It's me. . . for real. . . and you can tell by all of the "pause" dots in this last sentence. You regulars know that is a "Carlee Trademark" so you know that my blog is safely back at MY fingertips! Not that it was in much danger before - as you can see, Trev was nice and didn't write anything awful. . . or remotely damaging.
He was right - it has been a couple of months since I wrote and I have been LONGING to jot a few things down but have been swamped (lame excuse) and haven't had the time. So, yesterday, I finally put "blog entry" on my list of things to do and last night while I was helping Trevor with some business stuff (I heart PowerPoint), he decided to help me with my list. Note to self: NEVER say to Trevor "I don't know how you can help me with any of that!" because he'll find a way. I now have half of a blog entry and a letter to a missionary written and I didn't touch either of them! Funny, and true.
I guess at this point there is nothing better to blog about than the subject at hand? The main reason I have been busy is what started this whole hijacking shenanigan in the first place. Back in July (yeah, about that. . . I really should have written about this a while ago but this is public domain and I wasn't sure if I. . . you get where I'm coming from, yes? Good. Moving on.) my ward had a boating outing at the ever-classy PineView Dam. I was reluctant to go because I was already late getting there and had ZERO swimming attire right after work. In fact, I'm pretty sure I showed up in work clothes? Anyway, I made the trip up there and while I was desperately looking around for my buddies (who were all out on a boat at the time), I caught site of a new fella talking with a couple of people. Enter thought "He's cute". Exit thought. And I continued on about my business.
After standing on the beach for a bit, I noticed the attractive gent again but this time, he was sitting on the sand by himself, just watching people (a favorite hobby of mine as well) so. . . I harnessed my inner "braveries" and made the approach.
Trev gave you the first part of our convo but stopped short of the funny part - about 10 seconds into the convo. . . I FORGOT HIS NAME! Here he was, talking to me about life and goals and family (that's a lot in 10 seconds, I know. . . but I'm an excellent Ice-Breaker Question Asker - it's on my resume) and I had no idea what to call him! Ahh! How rude is that? Pretty rude. So, before this charade went any further. . .
Carlee: "Um, I'm sorry. What did you say your name was again?"
Trevor: "You know, Carlee, if you want to remember a person's name, you'll make a mental note of it."
Carlee: "Uuummmm. . ." that's really the ONLY sound that a person can make when their jaw is hanging open, fyi.
Brutally rebuffed. Here I was, trying to put myself out there and I got put in my place. I GOT PUT IN MY PLACE! That doesn't generally happen. What gives it the additional kicker is that I wasn't remotely offended but oddly intrigued!
So, as the conversation continued, I didn't listen to one thing that Trevor said - I continued to ask my canned set of questions about school and living situations and such and continued to repeat "Trevor, Trevor, Trevor, Trevor. . ." in my head, just in case I ever saw the man formerly known in my head as "Beach Guy" ever again. Good thing I remembered. . .
Trev ended up coming to our ward. . . looking me up on FaceBook (THANKS FaceBook for doing something for me besides sending me Farmville invitations) and we ended up hanging out. . . yes, literally hanging out as buds. . . for a couple of months. Then it all changed.
I'm going to gush for a minute because I'm pretty sure it's ok since Trev started this whole blog in the first place. . . but I'm a lucky girl. It's not too often that a boating activity turns into five or so months of bliss and even less often that a solid friendship turns into something so incredible. . . I couldn't ask for a better fella in my life. He makes me a better person an that, my friends, is true bliss.
Abbreviated thoughts by Scully from the X-Files (thanks to Sar - this sits in my room to this day): "The best relationships, the ones that last, are most frequently rooted in friendship. . ." Amen, Scully. Amen.
