Our "Love Story" Chapter 1: The Party

My sweet friend was feeling down after a recent break-up and in an effort to "get back in the game" asked me and a few other girlfriends to go with her to a work friend's party. I remember standing in front of her closet the morning of the party picking something to wear and making the comment "Who knows Jana, maybe you'll meet your future husband tonight." Little did I know...

I wasn't very familiar with the big city (haha) of Salt Lake but we finally found the apartment complex where the party was to be held.
Two guys wandering around the complex immediately caught our eye. They were very cute and one friend thought out loud, "I hope they are going to the same party we are". Me and you both I thought.
We found the apartment and were thrilled when a few minutes later the mysterious guys knocked at the door. My journal reads "they were cute and fun and one of the two wasn't just cute, he was HOT" (gush). So what did I do?... I avoided him.

I should back up. You see, I had a missionary and although I had been dating the whole time "my missionary" was gone he was almost home and I was going to marry him... so there you go.

I was successful at avoiding the "hot guy" for most of the night (except when we played a crazy game of "fag tag" and I was forced to lock arms with him for a few nervous seconds). My friends enjoyed his company while I watched from the other side of the room hoping my friend had found a new love interest.

Then at 11:30pm the "hot guy" (it turns out his name was Trevor) turned to my girlfriends and said good-bye then stood up and walked across the circle (we were playing some kind of party game) to where I was sitting. He crouched down and asked, "Will you go out with me next Saturday?" "Huh?... me?...um, okay." I wrote my number on his hand and then he was gone and I was left dumbfounded... I didn't even know his last name.