"It was nice running into you..."

Normally I would never write a blog this early in the morning. Normally, I wouldn't do anything this early in the morning if I had the choice not to. Normally, I would scrape the front of my icy windshield AND the back- normally. Today, at seven twenty I got into my car, groaned, turned it on- put on my ridiculously huge puffy white mittens and scraped the front windshield. I didn't even think about the back windshield. I wish that the word windshield- never existed. Or at least that it would shield you from the cold EMBARRASSING WINDS that frequent my environment. If you're thinking ricky you got some splaining to do then buckle your seatbelts people.
Once upon a time there was a girl who went to BYU Idaho, her mom called her and said "I'VE MET THE MAN YOU'RE GOING TO MARRY!" and I said I mean, the girl said "ORLY mom, who is he?" "He's an elder" she said "PERFECT! I cried."
okay, it wasnt this dramatic but the fact was that I had huge doubts and no interest whatsoever in meeting this person. Especially since his last name was simpson.
Which could cause giggles from any mature adult.
NORLY.
So I continued with my semester in the barren wasteland of Idaho and forgot all about it until I went home.
The first week I was home guess who's week (conveniently) it was to feed the missionaries?
I'll give you a hamburger if you guess right.
In fact, I'll throw you a barbeque if you can guess what happened.
Of course, elder simpson was gorgeous and confident and
well,
an elder of the church.
Un fortunately.
Suddenly, it all came back in a flash and I dropped a forkfull of spaghetti down my shirt.

Thanks mom.
Good thing you use color safe bleach.

Okay, so I'm stretching it, but it gets better.

...
a few more dinners happen where I feel awkward and wish that I was in Idaho (yes, yes that's correct) instead of california where I keep running into this PERSON and his COMPANION!
who is not me. and I don't even think he knew my name for... OH six months.

so, he goes to BYUI, I go to BYUI it's a huge school right?
NO,
no such luck.
The first devotional, I'm sitting in the bleachers and I look over and he walks in,
all non missionaried out (which means dressed normally...) and with an equally handsome crowd and I look in my purse for something to poke my eyes out with.

I'm listening to devotional.
And peeking over to openly gawk secretly at the girl sitting next to him.
Who I met later
who was RAD.

It's the end of the devotional, and I have some good doodles and notes, it was a really good devo.
And then I look over one last stupid time and he is looking at me.
All I can do is wave stupidly and act suprised.
cool
realllll cool.

I sit in the bleachers, and wait for him to leave (I'm at the top) and he waits.
I make my way down and say hello and I get a big hug instead of a handshake and
he smells nice.

Too bad I'm not interested.
And make terrible attempts at conversation and "we should hang outs"
he says YEAH! and takes off.
we text for...
three days and
POOF
gone.

But then I had an awesome semester and forgot all about it.
Until this morning.

When,
backing out of my parking spot, I look behind me and there is a van waiting for my space.
I put it into reverse and go,
I hear a horn.
I hit someone.
I,
Jacqueline Francis
did NOT scrap my back windshield
and would have given my left ARM
in court
to testify
that THE VAN WAS WAITING
THERE WAS SPACE FOR ME.

This craphead in his brand new white honda
pulling up beside me
I can see him shaking his head and muttering through the tinted glass.
I've just about pulled my bazooka gun from beneath the seat.
When Elder Simpson
in all his glory,
appears.
From the Honda.

And all I could say was
"It was nice running into you."