The Story of Dating. (because if I don't write it down now, I never will)

My side of the story tends to be a little more complicated than his, but it just makes it that much more interesting. At least that's what I believe...
It was a rehearsal that I had been waiting in anticipation for. I remember really wanting to meet whoever played Antonio because I knew we would be spending a lot of time together. I was hoping it would be a tall, handsome, confident man that I would fall head over heals for and we would get married and have lots of babies together. I don't know how to describe it, because I wanted all of that in a joking way, but I also was way opposed to even starting a relationship with ANYONE. But in walks in this man, with his quiet confidence, and his missionary style. I was a little angry because he wasn't what I expected, and I was even more determined not to like him. That first rehearsal went well. I even remember what I was wearing (only because I kind of got in trouble for wearing a dress when I'm supposed to be playing a boy.) I was dainty in my yellow dress and long, light brown hair. He was strange in his missionary get-up and to me seemed a little awkward. Don't tell Adam, but that "awkwardness" was really quite endearing to me, which then, in turn, made me more set on not liking him. I mean, how dare someone be endearing to me when all I want is to be left alone in peace until I was much older! I avoided anything that would result in a friendship, and then a relationship.
But one night, he caught me walking home all alone in the dark. It wasn't that big of a deal. I lived really close to the school, I was almost home, but he was a gentleman and would have none of it. After much debate, I finally gave in and got in. He drove me that last little bit and I thanked him and got out. As I walked up the stairs I though to myself, "And so it begins..."
From then on I was even more cautious. I was beginning to be more drawn to him and it was like pulling two heavy-duty magnets apart whenever I tried to avoid him. I was always floating towards him.
And then the dreaded thing happened. John, our director, saw that we weren't friends on stage, and since our relationship is crucial, we needed to fix it. So through a clenched jaw I asked Adam if he would go over our scene with me before rehearsal. The scene felt like crap to me and I hate settling for mediocre. He agreed and we met early for a rehearsal. I was trying to be indifferent but still trying to be friends with him. He kept asking me questions, and the fact that he was interested in my life made me more attracted to him. By this time I had already learned that he worked at the MTC and that's why he was always dressed like a missionary. That's what made me really believe that if I were to fall for someone in the cast, it would be him. Again, I tried to avoid it, but we needed to be friends. Plus its against my nature to not be friendly. Our true friendship started when dress rehearsals and the performances began. By then I had a little crush on him. I couldn't resist! He was just so cute when he got so excited about anything church related, and how he always was smiling his charming smile, and how he was so nice to everyone. I shared my feelings with a girl I work with and confided in her my feelings and how badly I didn't want to like him. It was just too early!!! And I was begining to believe that he liked me too (I learned later that that assumption was wrong.)
We kept going over our scenes and I became addicted to talking to him and being around him. I now not only needed to go over our scenes, I wanted to go over our scenes. He made me laugh, and though he didn't know that he was, he was breaking barriers of comfort for me. The more he tore down, the more I liked him. Then the day came of our matinee and we were becoming good friends. He cornered me and the dreaded question escaped his lips, "Do you mind if I take you out to dinner before the show tonight?" My stomach jumped and surprisingly I said, "sure."
I began kicking myself and once I got home I called my mom and told her all about it. She assured me it was only a date and that if I went it didn't mean that I was going to marry him. So we went to OutBack Steakhouse, I had the most delicious sandwich known to man, and had a really great time. But it was too much fun for me. When he dropped me off at my apartment later that night he told me that he hadn't had that much fun on a date in a long time and that we should do it again. I was so scared and replied with a joking, "I'll have to think about that."
On closing night, I informed my friend from work that I thought I was over him. She saw the show that night, henceforth saw him, and cornered me at the end of the show and told me, "I think you should go for it." I was taken by surprise, but I thought about what she said and realized she was right. I shouldn't be fighting so hard to get to know a really great guy that made me feel like a million bucks. I was a stupid, stupid, girl. I tried so hard to make it up to him. After the date I tried avoiding him and making him believe that I was just interested in being friends. I knew that that night I needed to turn up the flirt-o-meter to let him know that I was interested in that second date. That night was a late night. After we striked the set, we went to Ihop and stayed out until four in the morning. Adam sat by me and that made me happy. I was still a little worried because I'm just weird, but I kept telling myself that it was going to be okay and that if we started dating it didn't mean we were going to get married.
We went on that second date, had a blast sledding, watched a Muppet's Christmas Carol, held hands, and met his roommates after I had taught him how to make proper hot chocolate.
There you go! That's how it started. Sorry it was so long, but it was quite a journey!

I'm so glad that it worked out in the end. :)

Annie T.