The best love story is your own.

The story begins in August of 2010. I was attending the polytechnic campus of ASU and Clint was attending the ASU Tempe campus. I had just taken a new job, in which I would work nights. I didn't know how to fit institute (a religious class) into my schedule since I had always taken it at night. I spent tons of time looking through the classes offered at multiple locations, and finally decided the only option would be to drop one of my [important] nutrition classes and take "Church History in the Fullness of Times" at the ASU Tempe campus. First, I hate history with a passion. Not the actual history, just the studying of it. Looking back, I am still so surprised I did this. I mean, institute is important, I'm not saying it's not. But the fact that I dropped a crucial class and spent a half hour driving there every Monday and Wednesday before work still surprises me. I didn't think about it much at the time though. I just did it. Now I know Heavenly Father was guiding me and I wasn't even concious of it. The first few weeks of school came and went. I noticed a tall, handsome, blonde boy who seemed to always be on his phone. We talked a few times in class. He was nice, and sweet, but I figured he had to be too young for me with such baby soft skin.

 About a month later, one of my best friends and I were having some people over for a movie. I wanted to set her up with my friend Josh, so I naturally invited him to come. What I didn't know was that Josh was studying with Clint. The boys decided to take a break from their studying and watch the movie with us, along with about 20 other people. I was surprised at how hard Clint was laughing at all my jokes. I'll be honest, I liked the attention. I liked that he got my sense of humor. He liked that I made him laugh. Perfect match? Suddenly he was seeming much older and even more attractive. We talked non-stop for about a week after that night. I got butterflies thinking about him. I never get butterflies you guys, this is a big deal. I made him a mix tape called "The CD that'll change your life". Let's just say it did. He finally got the courage [or lack thereof] to ask me out over facebook. I still tease him about that. He says it's because he didn't have my number. I say my number was only a question away! So he asks me out on a Wednesday for that weekend. I tell him I already had dates for Friday and Saturday. I was scared. Normally, guys get discouraged. I was impressed that it didn't seem to phase him and he asked for the next weekend instead. I pretty much said yes. I was excited. I think I had a permanent smile on my face for the next week and a half.

I went on my two dates. I found myself constantly thinking about him, wishing I was on the dates with him. I think as soon as I said goodnight and shut the door, I texted Clint, with my date that night still on the other side. 

Our date finally came! I remember everything. I remember looking through his CDs. I remember what we were both wearing. I remember his smile looking over at me from the drivers seat. I remember noticing his eyes dialate when he looked at me. I remember that he let me be in control of our pumpkin and how we stirred our dessert, which for him now is totally out of character. We carved pumpkins and ate pizza. There were other people there, but that's beside the point. We talked, we smiled, and mostly we laughed. Other than the fact I had to be up at 6am for work the next day, I did not want the date to end. I felt that burning in my heart the whole night. You know, the feeling when you know something is right. This is completely out of the ordinary for me. In the past, I have never liked a first date. I've never wanted to go out with the guy again. The persistent ones were always the death of me because I eventually gave in. But the date with Clint was the first first date I was happy to be on. The first date that I wanted a second to follow. It was different. I didn't realize it then, but now I know that I knew from our first date that I was going to marry him.

Our first date:

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