It's been two and a half months since I left Palmdale. Which means I haven't seen me novio and my best friend for that long. His name is Tyler Scavo and I've missed him dearly since the moment I pulled out of his driveway and began the long drive to Provo. We both agreed long before I left, that we wanted to stay close, but that it would be wise to allow each other to see other people while we're so far apart. Neither of us have, or really want to to but it just seemed like the right thing to do. I really love the story about how we started dating. We dated almost our entire senior year of high school. We've been inseparable since the summer of 2007 when we had our first date. I still remember my very first impression of him 4 years ago. He and his friend Michael were in my seminary class and I thought they were two of the funniest guys I had ever met in my entire life.
Everything they said cracked me up, but a lot of the time I had to hide that I was laughing so hard because they weren't talking to me and I didn't want them to think I was eavesdropping. I kind of was. Tyler was also in my biology class for a short time. I remember telling him that he reminded me of one of my brothers. The next year seminary was usually the only time I saw Tyler and I admit I had a bit of a crush on Michael. It wasn't until my junior year that Tyler and I began to grow closer. He was in my physics class, but he sat across the room from me. Occasionally, he would come sit with me at my table of friends. I thought he was just being friendly and I guess I didn't notice when he started showing up at my table more and more. I liked it when he came over. He still made me laugh with every other word he said and he started inviting me and my friend to his house Friday nights for movie night. I went a few times and it was always fun.
I guess I remembered my crush on Michael who was a manager for the school volleyball team that I was on so I saw him a lot. One fateful night at Tyler's house, I punched Mike in the knee. Tragically, he had bad knees so I helped him ice it with a bag of frozen peas. One thing led to another and by the end of the night his head was on my shoulder and I was playing with his orange afro. Needless to say we after that magical night we ended up dating. After three spectacular weeks of not talking much, not really hanging out, and definitely not hitting it off well, he dumped me. I wasn't surprised and I wasn't too hurt. The next day Tyler stayed with me afterschool for physics tutoring and expressed to me that he knew it wouldn't work out. I thought that was pretty rude and I was mad that he would say that the day after we broke up. I forgave him pretty quickly. A short time later I asked Tyler on myspace if I was still invited to movie night. He responded in Dutch and told me to translate it. I'm Danish. Not Dutch. Not that I would have been able to translate it even if it had been in Danish.
I assumed that was a no. Later I used google to translate it and he said something like "Of coarse you are, and Michael won't be there." So I went. Tyler sat smushed next to me on the couch and we flirted and messed around the whole night. At one point Michael walked in...looked at Tyler and I, and didn't say anything; he just layed down on the floor without saying a word to either of us. He left shortly after entering without saying anything to anyone. I didn't really care. I was having fun. I ended up being the last one to leave that night. It was around Christmas time. The lit Christmas tree set the mood for more flirting. I found out later that Tyler and Mike got in a fight about that. I thought that Michael was stupid for caring. So Tyler and I didn't really follow up on that night. I liked him, but I didn't think he was interested. I still enjoyed it when we talked in physics. One day in first period volleyball I sprained my ankle. I didn't want to go home, so I just hobbled to my next class and iced it.
By the end of second period, it was stiff and my next class (physics) was across campus and uphill. Every step was extremely painful and by the end of that walk I was frustrated, about ready to crawl, and near tears. As I hobbled closer to class, Tyler and another boy in our class saw me. Tyler overdramatically yelled "You were fine this morning!" they came and carried me into class. I sat down and started crying like an idiot. Tyler offered to take me to go to the nurse and have it rapped. I didn't think he could carry me the whole way. He's about my height and slightly bigger than I am. He surprised me by carrying me easily and kept me laughing the entire way. Some teacher yelled at him to put me down once...we explained that I was injured but he persisted so we just waited until he was gone, then Tyler asked if he could carry me fireman style into class. I agreed.
The class applauded as he walked in with me over his shoulder. I was reminded why I liked him. Still we didn't follow up on our obvious attraction to each other...until that summer. I was invited to his and his twin sister's birthday party, but Tyler let me know that it was cancled due to "family issues." I told him I hoped everything would work out. He told me to my surprise that his uncle had passed away. I told him how sorry I was and that I cared about him and I didn't want him to be sad, and that I was sure his uncle didn't either. He told me how smart he thought I was and that he cared about me too. He thought I was smart. That meant so much to me. I was teased a lot in highschool for being somewhat blonde, and there was someone who really thought I was smart. The rest of the summer he was all I thought about. He was all I talked about at all of my summer camps. When I was finally home long enough to spend time with him I took advantage of it. We went on our first date. We played tennis with two of our friends. I invited him to a party my mom was having for my brother at our house. We sat one the trampoline and talked. I was really starting to like him. After a while school started, and I wondered if he was going to ask me to be his "girlfriend" (I hate saying that) It took him long enough, but on August 22, 2007 he finally asked me. I was pretty much crazy about him by this time so I said yes. Things just keep getting better and better. Even when we're this far apart, we just get closer and closer. I want to talk about everything that has happened since then, but I'm thinking that this is already long enough. I'm sure I'll eventually get it all posted, just not all at once.
It's been two and a half months since I left Palmdale. Which means I haven't seen me novio and my best friend for that long. His name is Tyler Scavo and I've missed him dearly since the moment I pulled out of his driveway and began the long drive to Provo. We both agreed long before I left, that we wanted to stay close, but that it would be wise to allow each other to see other people while we're so far apart. Neither of us have, or really want to to but it just seemed like the right thing to do. I really love the story about how we started dating. We dated almost our entire senior year of high school. We've been inseparable since the summer of 2007 when we had our first date. I still remember my very first impression of him 4 years ago. He and his friend Michael were in my seminary class and I thought they were two of the funniest guys I had ever met in my entire life. 
Everything they said cracked me up, but a lot of the time I had to hide that I was laughing so hard because they weren't talking to me and I didn't want them to think I was eavesdropping. I kind of was. Tyler was also in my biology class for a short time. I remember telling him that he reminded me of one of my brothers. The next year seminary was usually the only time I saw Tyler and I admit I had a bit of a crush on Michael. It wasn't until my junior year that Tyler and I began to grow closer. He was in my physics class, but he sat across the room from me. Occasionally, he would come sit with me at my table of friends. I thought he was just being friendly and I guess I didn't notice when he started showing up at my table more and more. I liked it when he came over. He still made me laugh with every other word he said and he started inviting me and my friend to his house Friday nights for movie night. I went a few times and it was always fun. 
I guess I remembered my crush on Michael who was a manager for the school volleyball team that I was on so I saw him a lot. One fateful night at Tyler's house, I punched Mike in the knee. Tragically, he had bad knees so I helped him ice it with a bag of frozen peas. One thing led to another and by the end of the night his head was on my shoulder and I was playing with his orange afro. Needless to say we after that magical night we ended up dating. After three spectacular weeks of not talking much, not really hanging out, and definitely not hitting it off well, he dumped me. I wasn't surprised and I wasn't too hurt. The next day Tyler stayed with me afterschool for physics tutoring and expressed to me that he knew it wouldn't work out. I thought that was pretty rude and I was mad that he would say that the day after we broke up. I forgave him pretty quickly. A short time later I asked Tyler on myspace if I was still invited to movie night. He responded in Dutch and told me to translate it. I'm Danish. Not Dutch. Not that I would have been able to translate it even if it had been in Danish.
I assumed that was a no. Later I used google to translate it and he said something like "Of coarse you are, and Michael won't be there." So I went. Tyler sat smushed next to me on the couch and we flirted and messed around the whole night. At one point Michael walked in...looked at Tyler and I, and didn't say anything; he just layed down on the floor without saying a word to either of us. He left shortly after entering without saying anything to anyone. I didn't really care. I was having fun. I ended up being the last one to leave that night. It was around Christmas time. The lit Christmas tree set the mood for more flirting. I found out later that Tyler and Mike got in a fight about that. I thought that Michael was stupid for caring. So Tyler and I didn't really follow up on that night. I liked him, but I didn't think he was interested. I still enjoyed it when we talked in physics. One day in first period volleyball I sprained my ankle. I didn't want to go home, so I just hobbled to my next class and iced it. 
By the end of second period, it was stiff and my next class (physics) was across campus and uphill. Every step was extremely painful and by the end of that walk I was frustrated, about ready to crawl, and near tears. As I hobbled closer to class, Tyler and another boy in our class saw me. Tyler overdramatically yelled "You were fine this morning!" they came and carried me into class. I sat down and started crying like an idiot. Tyler offered to take me to go to the nurse and have it rapped. I didn't think he could carry me the whole way. He's about my height and slightly bigger than I am. He surprised me by carrying me easily and kept me laughing the entire way. Some teacher yelled at him to put me down once...we explained that I was injured but he persisted so we just waited until he was gone, then Tyler asked if he could carry me fireman style into class. I agreed. 
The class applauded as he walked in with me over his shoulder. I was reminded why I liked him. Still we didn't follow up on our obvious attraction to each other...until that summer. I was invited to his and his twin sister's birthday party, but Tyler let me know that it was cancled due to "family issues." I told him I hoped everything would work out. He told me to my surprise that his uncle had passed away. I told him how sorry I was and that I cared about him and I didn't want him to be sad, and that I was sure his uncle didn't either. He told me how smart he thought I was and that he cared about me too. He thought I was smart. That meant so much to me. I was teased a lot in highschool for being somewhat blonde, and there was someone who really thought I was smart. The rest of the summer he was all I thought about. He was all I talked about at all of my summer camps. When I was finally home long enough to spend time with him I took advantage of it. We went on our first date. We played tennis with two of our friends. I invited him to a party my mom was having for my brother at our house. We sat one the trampoline and talked. I was really starting to like him. After a while school started, and I wondered if he was going to ask me to be his "girlfriend" (I hate saying that) It took him long enough, but on August 22, 2007 he finally asked me. I was pretty much crazy about him by this time so I said yes. Things just keep getting better and better. Even when we're this far apart, we just get closer and closer. I want to talk about everything that has happened since then, but I'm thinking that this is already long enough. I'm sure I'll eventually get it all posted, just not all at once.
