A Little Background: Part 2 (The dating year)

Karl is one of those guys you can go to when you are having a hard time. My roommate situation at Raintree wasn’t the best and we were always having problems. Karl was always there for me, letting me vent and cry to him after something had happened. We used to go on long walks and just talk. First it was because of the roommate thing, then it just evolved. We started “hanging out” every night. Sometimes with our other friends but a lot of the time we would just go on walks by ourselves and talk. I just kept falling for him more and more. He was so nice to me. After about two months of this Karl got brave.

We were on one of our walks by the river that ran behind our complex. It is a gorgeous trail and at the end there is a tunnel that is a little scary. Sometimes there are homeless people under there at night so I really don’t like it, but Karl convinced me to go through. On our return trip through the pitch dark tunnel, I was holding onto him with a death grip I was so scared, he grabbed my hand. [I’d never really been in a relationship before so I throughout our story I am continually doing stupid things. Bear with me.] I was so happy and excited, but I didn’t want it to be awkward, so what did I do? I started talking a mile a minute. I was so nervous. Karl thought it was hilarious. I know, I am so smooth.

A few days later we went on our first official date. We went to the corn maze at Thanksgiving Point. Karl held my hand the whole time and I couldn’t stop smiling. I thought it was the best date in the world. After that we kept dating and seeing each other every night. A month later Karl got brave again.

I just want to preface this story with I was sick at this time. Alright, moving forward. We were in our complex clubhouse talking and hanging out. I was a little out of it but we were having a great time. Karl started to lean in to kiss me. So what did I do? I hugged him. About a second later I realized what was going on and I felt so stupid. Yeah, didn’t turn away because I didn’t want him to kiss me. I turned because I am retarded and didn’t realize what was going on until it was too late. I blame it on the fact that I was in a haze from being sick. So that was Karl’s first attempt. Fortunately he didn’t give up on me. He kissed me the next day. (yay!)

We kept dating the rest of the year and through the summer. That part was miserable because I was in Nevada and Karl was in Utah, but we made it. Two months after we were back at school he proposed.