Last week while in Vernal for the inescapable shopping trip, I ran into the guy who asked me on my first date.
(Homecoming Junior year, four-wheeling day date. He came from Colorado to take me, so it was kind of a big deal.)
I was pleased to see him there with his fiancee. Even more pleasing, he's gained a little weight.
That, plus some nostalgic song-listening got me thinking about old flames and such...
The first boy I ever loved was killed in a car accident the day after I got married.
My first date at BYU (who, by the way, I had quite the crush on) is now apostate - and a Texan!
My two prom dates are college roomies.
And Slice's old flame is being relocated.
You can't predict this stuff, you know? Seriously.
(Anyone have good former-flame stories? Because I love them.)