Here we go: So I was living in the Spanish House. I only
lived there one semester: winter 2000 because I got in on like a random
chance. It was a good thing for me to move because it was
my one year anniversary of a sad event and I needed to get out and
forget about it. So Spanish House. Lots of fun, but kinda
strange at times. People who learn more than four languages
within a four year time period have something twiqued in their brain I
swear.

Anyway, so my apt starts hanging out with one of the boys Russian
houses. They are in our FHE group and they are cool and we all get
along. So Popi (Andrew) asks me out pretty soon and we go out, we
have a good time, but nothing serious. He’s cool but reminds me more of
a little brother. Anyway, continue hanging out and Jesse and I
start to kinda hit it off, we go for walks once in awhile and talk and
he’s cool. So this goes on for about a week and then I get a call
on my cell one morning from Scott, Popi and Jesse’s roommate. He asks
me if I would be able to meet him for lunch that day? I said sure, no
worries, I get off work at 12 and I don’t have class until 2 or
something so that sounds great. I worry about it the whole day
because I’m expecting to get the "don’t be messing with my roommates’
hearts" speech. Technically I was "going on dates" with both of
them, neither seriously, but Scott seemed like the traditional
structured type who might be prone to right wrongs as he saw them.

So I meet Scott and we get some drinks or something and I was like, so
what’s up scott? He seemed REALLY nervous, which really threw me
off. I couldn’t guess what he was up to. So he tells me,
"now usually, if I see my roommate going to for a girl, I back off, but
not this time.(at which point he gets a little more agitated) I
was actually the one who saw you first anyway and I’m not going to back
off. So I just wanted to talk to you and tell you, well, that I like
you too and well, I’d like a shot too." LOL… what do you say to
that?!? haha… I really don’t remember much of the rest of that
encounter other than I said, okay,… well…, uh…, whatever… that sounds good
I guess… and I left.

This happened like on a Tuesday or something and so Scott and I hung
out the rest of the week on and off whenever Jesse wasn’t around. I
felt like we were having an affair. I wasn’t too happy about the
situation and so told Scott that he and Jesse needed to talk and do
something because I didn’t like this feeling of sneaking around.

So I think … Thursday night, Jesse and Scott go for a "walk." Scott
tells him about talking to me and they discuss it and come back and
report to me that they have come to an agreement. They will both date
me and let me decide who I like better. They even set rules that there
would be no underhanded stuff and they would both give each other equal
time and opportunity. I’m still not sure what to think about this but
whatever, frankly I didn’t think (intuition said at least) that things
wouldn’t work out with either one and well, I also liked this Other guy
from my Spanish class named Winston, who I was also going out with.
(LOL).

So, that weekend:

DATE #1
is with Scott. Friday night. I worked and went to class all day and
then rushed home to go on this date with him at 5pm. By the time I get
there, I’m exhausted and starving. Now
one thing you need to know about me is I really don’t like huge group
functions. I mean I’m not opposed, but when I’m tired, it’s just too
much and I would much rather just have a quiet evening one on one. So
this date with Scott is with about 20 other people and so I’m already
talking to myself in my head going, "it’s okay Lisa, you can do this,
just be patient." but really I’m feeling distressed but I smile
anyway. So first we go to his friend’s house who happens to live at
Cinnamon Tree Apts (where I lived for 2 years and had my whole
engagement drama) so right off, I’m feeling distressed just being at
this location again, but again, whatever, breathe, it’s fine. So we go
in and have dinner with these 20 other people. Another note here: I am NOT a picky eater at all. I come from a big family and I’ll eat anything… usually…
We are having baked chicken, (which is barely cooked, smells and
promptly makes me very sick–can we say food poisoning???), rice (which
is gummy and sticky and in mass clumps that seem impossible to eat).
So finally, we have choked down dinner and this, compounded with the
fact that I hadn’t really eaten that much that day, I feel like I might
throw up right there.

So we go from there to Extreme Sports where you play with these big
toys and things. Scott and everyone runs around and I jump on this one
thing and hit my heel really hard and can barely walk so I’m walking
around trying not to throw up while my foot is throbbing…

So THEN, we finish there and they go, okay, NOW we are going to go play Laser Tag! Okay,
another note here, I don’t like Laser Tag. I mean I’m sure it would be
fun with the right people but the only place you can really go in Provo
is this one place. You only get to play for about 15 minutes, it’s all
black with these psycho graffiti messages all over the walls and hard
rock music blaring the whole time. Frankly, that place scared me and I
didn’t like even being there much less running around in it pretending
to kill people like we were at war! So I sigh, and again, here
we go. We go to play Laser Tag and turns out two of my students from
Farrer are there and so mostly I play around with them and actually
managed to have a good time. Scott can’t even figure out how to work
his gun for most of the time and I’m kinda embarrassed for him.

Anyway, towards the end of this lovely time period, I come running
around a corner in this maze and slam right into this girl and am
thrown back against one of the walls. The girl feels bad and tries to
help me up but I just run away. I have to go find a corner and make
myself calm down because I feel myself shaking all over and kinda
freaking out over it. Anyway, this makes this girl very mad and when
the game finally ends and we are waiting for our "results," she is
talking to her friends across the room about how rude I am and how she
wants to beat me up. I’m standing next to Scott feeling nervous as I
watch this group get more and more worked up and thinking, oh gosh, if
that girl comes over here, I don’t know what I’ll do. Scott is
oblivious to all of this of course and finally we leave before anything
serious happens. We get outside, and by this time it’s about 1 AM.
The group is like, okay NOW we are going to go watch a movie!!! and
Lisa went, hell no… I told Scott I wanted to go home. He was very
mad and basically took it to mean I didn’t like him and drove me home,
fuming. I told him it wasn’t that, but that I really didn’t feel good
and heavens, it was 1 AM! and so he took me home, and seemed very mad
at me. *sigh*

DATE #2: The
next day, Jesse and I go out. It’s very simple, just me and him. We
go to dinner, then go for a walk around the temple and talk. It’s
great. Quite the contrast to my horrible night previously.

CONCLUSION:
ya, you guessed it. Sunday I talked to Scott and was like, ya know, I
don’t think so… then I talk to Jesse and said, ya know, here’s the
deal. Of the two (or three) of you, I like you the best, but please
understand, this doesn’t mean I am totally into you necessarily, it
just means I’m saying I am not interested in them. I am still dating
this other guy from my class as well and I’m not interested in being
that serious. He is like, cool, that’s fine.

TWO WEEKS PASS:
and Jesse and I have hung out almost every day and held hands and
kissed. Come to find out, I am the first girl he has EVER kissed (big
red flashing lights right there). So finally, that Sunday afternoon,
I’m feeling kinda depressed because that was The one year anniversary
of breaking off my engagement so I take off and go walk around the
temple (which is just right there). I don’t think anyone sees me
leave, but as I turn the corner of one side of the fence, there is
Jesse waiting for me and asks me what’s wrong and talks to me. I tell
him my whole stupid drama story and cry. Okay,
another note here: that morning we had gone to Stake Conference and he
was VERY disturbed that I knew so many people. Our Stake included
one of my old wards, including a hot EX of mine who loved embarrassing
me in front of new men by hugging me all possessively and whispering
into my ear. He was hysterical. Anyway, so Jesse and I had
basically gotten into a discussion/fight at the conclusion of which I
had basically decided that I really didn’t like him that much. So
this was sweet but my interest was definitely waning… So
we walk around the bottom corner of the fence, and he stops me and he
goes, "well Lisa, I was going to wait until I had a ring but this seems
like a good time. Will you marry me? ….lol…. it takes
me a minute to form any kind of words and finally I tell him: "I
can’t." "Okay," he says, "can I ask why?" "Well," I say, at
the very least, because it isn’t right. We aren’t supposed to get
married. It’s that simple." (and after I just told you the whole
engagement story five minutes ago, that should make a whole lot of
sense!)

So we start walking back and he tells me casually, "You know, that’s
okay, I know you’re just confused right now so I’ll just let you think
about it for awhile and I’m sure you’ll change your mind." I
turned and stepped in front of him then and said very pointedly:
"Look, no means no. I am not confused. I will not marry
you." He looks shocked and asked him, "Have you even prayed about
this? I mean why do you want to marry me anyway?" "Well," he
says, "You seem cool."
(DON’T EVER SAY THIS TO A GIRL!!!). Why not???" I am still
speechless as he explains: "The Lord would never tell me to marry
anyone anyway. That would just be wrong." I really don’t
remember what I said after this, mostly I was just speechless.

The rest of the semester:
He would randomly appear in places. He knew where all my classes
were and he would appear at the door as I came out and "walk me" to my
next class as I tried to ignore him, or lose him in the crowd of the
JKHB. He spread rumors about me around the complex about how I had
dumped him for some stupid reason and that I was comletely unreasonable
and shallow. I VTed this girl who tells me all this at the end of
the semester and comments, "ya I heard him saying that and I didn’t
think that sounded like you…" No kidding… Finally, the
day of my final exam, I come out of one class with my two friends who I
shared both classes with and I sit down the hall with them to study for
our NEXT Final. Jesse comes over and sits RIGHT NEXT to me, and
both my friends are like, "what the… who is this guy?" I scoot over
and said to him: "Yes? What do you want?" "Just wondering how I could
back in your life, that’s all." he says to me. I feel
naesuous. I think I just told him, "you can’t" and tried to get
up to leave but he wouldn’t let me. My friends go into class as do the
rest of the population, leaving Jesse and I in the empty hall with my
classroom door open (with my whole class listening intently) He is
like pleading with me to forgive him, that what he did wasn’t that big
a deal and why can’t I just see that? I was like, "right, you
PROPOSED to me on the anniversary of my engagement disaster and then
have harrassed me all semester! How is that not a big deal?!?" I
am getting some serious "backed into a corner" issues going here as he
is still blocking my way to class and finally I just shove him aside
and go to class. My whole class is just rolling and find it all
highly entertaining but I am shaking I am so furious.