And to make this post a little more interesting here's some love confessions for you.
- The first crush I remember having was in first grade on a boy named Brian. He was very tall and sat at the head of our group of desks. I remember I had a cut on my middle finger and showed him and he told me holding up just your middle finger was a bad word. He seemed so smart. It wasn't until years later that I knew what bad word the middle finger meant.
- From about 12-15 years old I kept lists in my journal of all the boys I liked and why I liked them. There was usually at least 3 boys in each list at a time.
- I had my first kiss when I was 17. I did not want the kisser to kiss me and I did not like it at all.
- Around Valentine's day 2010 Jensen and I weren't officially dating, but we had been hanging out a lot again after breaking up. I went to a ward dance and met a cute boy. That guy and I had our first kiss on Valentine's day. I met up with Jensen a few days later and told him we couldn't keep hanging out as sort of friends/sort of dating. He knew right away, without me telling him, that I had met someone else and kissed them. After having that talk, Jensen invited me to lunch the next week to tell me he wanted to get back together. I called the new cute guy to tell him my ex boyfriend and I had worked things out so I couldn't see him anymore. Jensen and I were married about 3 months later. :)