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...