Today marks 1 year since my first date with Sean. It was exactly one week after I stepped off the plane in SLC. The Tuesday after I came home he wrote this message on Facebook: "Hey if you find yourself up near provo area give me a holler and if you havent been on your first date back home yet then allow me to assist you :D"
This cracked me up. Luckily I was also on facebook when I got the message so I saw him online and started chatting with him. Eventually he got around to asking me if I read his message, and eventually we established that we would see eachother for a date that Friday. The way our conversation ended kind of put the ball in my court though--like I would have to be the one to contact him that Friday since I had already planend to be in Provo earlier during the day. Dang it. I was instantly impressed when he called me that night to tell me that he would figure out what we would do and what time etc. Hmmm... Of course he called me on Friday and told me that he was going to take me ice skating with his ward party. I was excited.
I got to his apartment around 9 (he had just finished working). I still remember seeing him walk out of his building and look at me in my car. My first thought was "he looks pretty cute" and I got out of the car to give him a big hug. Thinking back on that makes me feel so happy. I had no idea what a wonderful ride I was in for.
Anyways, we went to Seven Peaks to go ice skating. I was blown away by how nice he was to me and by how grown up he seemed. As a missionary I remember him as kind of a goof ball. He would always do funny things on p-day to catch attention and make people laugh. I had no idea he could be so sweet and more mature. After skating we went to get ice cream at the Malt Shoppe in Provo. His friend Steven also accompanied us. We just chatted and had a good time. I remember it being really hard for me to call him 'Sean' instead of 'McWhorter' as I had previously referred to him. And I'm pretty sure he called me Sister Forsey a few times! :) And I was definitely a weirdo... just ask him. Only home for a week... not pretty.
When our date ended I gave him a hug, sincerely told him I had had a good time, and he told me he'd give me a call. I eagerly responded saying that would be great. In that moment I surprised even myself. I had gone into that date thinking that I would probably see him once, and not very often after that. It never occurred to me that he might actually ask me out again like any confidant interested guy. But I went home with a little smile on my face as I thought about how adorable Elder McWhorter had become since he had been home...*sigh* Such fond memories. One year ago today.
These are photos I have of he and I as missionaries. The top one was taken on a p-day at the very beginning of my mission. He was getting transferred from our Zone that week. I remember thinking that I would probably never see him again in the mission, but I was wrong!
The middle pic was taken of he and I on his birthday March 9, 2009. I made that chocolate cake for him, also on a p-day, and he proceded to smash it in his face. I'm telling you--he was such a goof. I remember laughing so hard at him that day I almost peed myself and fell out of my seat. Geez.
And the bottom picture was taken the last time we saw eachother in the mission. It was transfer day. The first day of his last transfer. I didn't get to go to the transfer meeting when he went home, and I was confidant that I wouldn't get to so we took a picture together before he went home. That's that!
