The Night We Met: Brian's Version

My version of our story is very much the more accurate account of what happened in the beautiful love story of Mad & I. I was about to start my second semester of my first year at Brigham Young University in Rexburg, Idaho. I was very much focused on just doing my own thing this semester, I felt like if I just concentrated on my schooling and did not worry about girls or dating, my Father in Heaven would place in my path my eternal companion. I had just moved into a new apartment with a group of guys that seemed very chill and down to earth. I quickly became friends with them and we soon hung out every night together before our new school semester started.  One night after coming back from an eventful night shopping at Wal-Mart with some of my roommates and a couple of their girl friends, we went back to some other girl's apartments that lived at Southgate. When I walked in and greeted everyone that was there I was quickly drawn to this breathtaking, goddess of a girl who was wearing a green flannel shirt with black jeans and brown boots. She had big, curly, black hair and I thought to myself, "She is gorgeous, but that hair makes her look like Scar's sister from the Lion King". I chuckled to myself and sat down on the chair and tried my best not to look too terribly interested  for fear of her thinking that I was some weird, overly obsessed, guy. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Maddi from California but that she had just come off an internship were she worked at Disney in Florida as a custodial worker. From the get go, Maddi looked as if she was the kind of girl who knew exactly what she wanted and knew exactly how she was going to get it. I felt very inadequate and way out of her league but none the less, I still had the ambition to go for her. We talked for a while and then one of our mutual friends decided to announce that he wanted to go bowling which to Maddi's delight was right up her alley of things that she wanted to do. Due to a lack of money, I went back to my apartment feeling down on myself for not trying harder to make a lasting impression on her. I thought I would not get another chance, but to my surprise I got invited over to another one of my friends apartment where Maddi had just returned from her little bowling escapade. There I laid and watched a movie where I was able to text my friend who was there and who knew both Maddi and I and tell him how much I thought Maddi was attractive and how I wanted to get to know her better. There began the "start of something new" for me. The start of a relationship that would develop into a love that would define and be the foundation of a beautiful and eternal partnership between two people. 

The Night We Met: Maddi's Version

It all started on Saturday, April 14th.  It was the day before my half-birthday and the day before, I had made the 12-hour drive from Folsom to Rexburg for my Spring Semester of school.  I hadn't been at school for about nine months and I was extremely excited to be back.  I wanted to jump right into the schoolwork, the socializing, and the stress.  Classes didn't start until Tuesday and none of my roommates had arrived yet so I decided to make it a spontaneous Saturday night.  I texted one of my good friends who was up here already and an hour later, I was sitting in an apartment with nine other people, only knowing him, and we were having a casual conversation when four more people rush through the door.  The first one in was this loud, sweatpants-wearing, hyper, outgoing guy named Brian.  My first impression was that this kid needs some deep breaths.  He walked in telling this elaborate story of accidentally leaving a friend at Wal-Mart and driving over curbs which took ten minutes longer than it should have because he couldn't stop laughing and he would repeat every funny moment of the story at least three times.  It got a little bit annoying but I was thoroughly entertained.  I'm pretty sure by the look on me face, I looked like I thought he was crazy.  And I did.

After that story, he introduced himself and we started talking about my internship in Walt Disney World last fall.  He was (or seemed to be) immensely interested (in the story) and for the rest of the night he continued making comments about how he thought I was so much older than 19 (and a half) and I held in comments about how I thought he was so much younger than 22.  At the end of our evening, I was driving away and got a phone call from a energetic Brian telling me to turn around and come back to his apartment.  I did and he handed me three huge Hershey's bars and three packages of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups for my half-birthday.  I had mentioned that they were my favorite hours earlier.  One point for Brian.