My love waits there in San Francisco (part 2)

Girl Code. 


If you type it in to urbandictionary.com, this is what you get...


1. Girl Code

The code of guidelines that girls must obey in order not to get kicked out of the community. There are many opinions if the Girl Code actually exists, as well as the Guy Code. 1) If you change boyfriends so fast they rarely achieve name status, a man must be around for at least six weeks before you make your friends bother to learn his first name. Until such time, he should be referred to as "The boy" or "That guy". 2) All girls must have a "Mr.Right Now". This is the guy friend who is always ready and available to hang out with you, and may or may not like you as more than a friend. He's not “Mr. Right,” but he may be good enough to be “Mr. Right Now.” 3) If you just met a guy and know absolutley nothing about him, but need to refer to him during 'girl talk' you use one example of who he is, something he has, or what he does, and he becomes... that guy. (Ex. "The Camaro guy", "The Trainer dude", "The Four a.m. in the Taxi Guy") 4) Every girl must wait at least a day and a half before calling a guy whose number she has retreived. 5) You are never in any case to date a friends ex or a guy who she was really into. Exception: If he's one of those guys who every girl likes.  2. Girl Code An established code, a womans law that 'every girl should follow.ODE   -------------------------------------------------------------------  Any rulebreak is punishable from fellow females and general looking down upon... (note rules are not in order of importance, bar rule #1)  -------------------------------------------------------------------  1# Rule no 1 and the MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL.. No girl may date her friend's; exs, past crushes, guys who have humiliated/used her and guys she currently fancies... Do this at your own risk!! Acceptions to rule: a) Your friend has given you permission/ couldn't care less b) The said fancying/going out happened before the age of puberty  2# It is perfectly acceptable to take an automatic dislike to a girl/ judge them without ever speaking to them  3# Chocolate is an accepted food in any occasion  4# A girl has a right to lie in order to keep a secret told to her by her best friend.  So, you see... girl code. Always risky territory I say. As far as I was concerned, the great hugging quarterback was taken via numbers 5 and 1 in the aforementioned definitions...hate that right? I looked across the table at him while we were eating tacos at Julia's party, and thought to myself, "don't even go there Hayley." I swore to myself, to the girl code, to the girl, and to the well-being of the universe, I was NOT going to like someone that was already being crushed on. I tell you, I tried! I told myself that I did not like him, I told my roommates that I did not like him, but let's be honest...  Once I realized (probably more like once I accepted) that I was falling for this kid, I had to figure out if it was for real. I knew that it had better be worth it for all the unsettled feelings it could cause everyone involved.  It didn't take long for me to tell that this was different, he was different, he made me feel different. And I liked it a lot.  "Wherever you go, go with all your heart" -Confucius  With that as my motto, a hard conversation with one of my best friends in the world under my belt, and a first date coming up, my world embarked on the whirl-wind that I like to call-- falling in love.

My love waits there in San Francisco (part 1)

Now that I have officially blown the mind of the fbook world with my little news last week, I guess it's about time to introduce this whole blog world to the reason I have been distracted from blogging...

Story time shall we?

Once upon a time, let's say...last September, My roommates and I moved into a little apartment called Monticello. Little did we know then, our back door would be located precisely 16 steps from the love of my life's front door.

Anyway, life went on, single, lovin it (sort of), and preparing to leave for Uganda in the coming May. Flag football was great as always, passing the time of another fall semester. Another "little did I know then occurrence", my nameless free safety coach would later become a lot more than that...

Thanksgiving time rolled around, which means one thing. Ward Turkey Bowl. And boy can I thank this one event for changing the course of my life. When the boys finally let the girls join their football game, I was put on a team, and probably played the game of my life. Thank goodness! Our quarterback was getting a little frustrated with me, telling me to quit playing like a girl and do something! I took a little offense, but followed orders and ran straight down the line without looking back until I reached the end zone. I did just that, and caught a mighty beautiful pass to get a touchdown. In my opinion, it was that very second that Jonathan realized who I was, and that he might have some potential interest. I guess it makes sense, seeing as he was that quarterback, the one who threw the beautiful pass, that I caught, that changed our lives. I still remember the huge hug he gave me after that, yep, I liked it.

The game continued, we were playing to 7 touchdowns and we were winning with six. Jonathan gave me the little nod, like the "it might be coming to you nod."  I was game. I ran my fastest down the field, started fading to the middle, then caught another beautiful pass. Everyone cheered (once the shock that I actually caught that went away), got another huge hug, celebrated the win, and then I went on my merry way, not thinking too much about the skilled quarterback who gives good hugs.

THE Turkey Bowl

That night Julia had a taco party at her house which, according to Jonathan, is when I caught his eye a little bit.  But this is when this story gets a little tricky...