This was suppose to post before "How we started dating" woooops. Well, here it it is.
It was June 23rd. I remember what I was wearing because I blogged about it. My roommates and I were on our way to a BBQ. We walked past one of our friend's apartment and Rob was there. We asked them if they wanted to go with us. They did. I was smitten with him instantly. He was so funny and quite charming. He started calling me "darling." But I didn't feel that special, because he called everyone in my apartment, "dear" or "darling." But anyway, my apartment started hanging out with him, our friend Travis and our friend Chelsea everyday that summer. There is not one day where we didn't hang out. We become "The Wolfpak." Clever, right?
I liked Rob right away. He liked my roommate. I don't blame him though. She's beautiful, fun to be around, and just so nice. If I was a boy, I'd like her too. Me on the other hand, I'm really quiet when I first meet people. It takes me awhile to warm up to them and feel completely comfortable. I started to feel really comfortable around Rob.
I remember one night in particular, I was really upset. The kind of upset where I eat my feelings. I'm a woman, okay? During these moments I especially love to eat ice cream. It was a warm summer night and the Wolfpak was over. I wanted to be alone though, so I told them I was walking to the grocery store to get some ice cream. Rob said: "By yourself?" I said: "Yeah?" He said: "No, I'll come with you." I couldn't argue with him, so he came along. We walked. We talked. He helped me pick out ice cream. The whole time him not knowing that I'm getting this ice cream so I can go home and stuff my face.
We get back to my apartment and everyone is leaving to go out and have some fun. I walk to the table. Get my ice cream out of the plastic bag, grab a spoon, and plop myself down to eat. Rob asks me if I'm coming. I say no, I'm just going to eat my ice cream. He finally gets it. He sits next to me. Everyone leaves. It's just Rob and I now. I start eating my feelings. He puts his hand on my upper back. "What's wrong?" he asks. I open up to him. I won't go into huge detail. But basically, I was just feeling really alone. I didn't have a "person." You know, someone you go to and tell everything to. The person who gets you. A person who picks you first. Basically, I was no one's first choice. We talk about it. He listens. He tells me I'm important. He tells me he thinks I'm great. He tells me that he can be my "person." We talk for a little bit. He tells me to put the ice cream in the freezer. We leave and go have some fun.
I fell more in like with him that night. But he still liked my roommate. I didn't really think anything would happen between us. But I still hoped for it.
Stay tuned for more details :)
April 21, 2012
April 8, 2012
If you wanna know how we met, go back one post.
Spring semester ended. The seven week break started. I was in Washington. Cute Robert was in Idaho. We spoke every once in awhile. Just casual conversations here and there--nothing serious. Fall semester started. Rob was off track and just working. I was beyond busy.
One night, it was just Rob and me sitting at my kitchen table. Somehow we got on the topic of what we wanted in a companion. He had five aspects that he looked for in a girl. Social, mental, spiritual, physical, and familial. Not to be cocky, but when Rob was explaining each category that he looked at in a girl, it pointed to me. He wanted a girl who was fun, but didn't strive for attention or stood out in a crowd. A girl who was smart. Someone who loved the gospel and lived it. A girl who he was attracted to. And a girl who valued family. As I was sitting there listening, in my head I was saying, "It's me Rob. I'm your girl." Later, when Rob and I started to date, he told me that the whole time we were talking, he kept thinking, "Holy crap. She's what I've been looking for."
One night, Rob texted everyone in my apartment asking if they wanted to watch a movie at his married friend's house, Jennilyn and Isaac's. I was the only one who could go. Honestly, I just wanted to spend time with Rob. We got to Jenni and Isaac's and started talking. I loved them right away. They were so nice and sincere. And both of them are hilarious. They made me feel really comfortable and at home. We started watching the movie. I'm not a huge fan of scary movies. This one kind of freaked me out... Rob insists that I kept moving closer to him. I deny it. I think he moved closer to me. I don't really mind either way though. It was nice to be close to him.
It was pretty clear that we liked each other after that. My roommate did a little magic and asked Rob the deets. He liked me. I liked him. Happiness.
A couple days after that, all of the sudden, Rob made the moves on me. We were sitting on the couch and he put his hand on my knee. I didn't really know what to do. Do I grab his hand? Do I slap it away and say, "TOUCH ME NOT!" Do I jump on top of him and kiss him? Just kidding. I didn't know what to do, so I just left it there. I didn't touch it. I didn't even really acknowledge it. Then he put his head on my lap and I played with his hair. I tried to keep it cool. But inside, I was just so excited.
The next day, Rob and I had the good ol' dtr (determine the relationship). All I really remember is that Rob told me that he thought I was the biggest sweetheart he has ever met and that he wants to be with me. We started dating that day. Septemeber 27, 2011.
It kind of came out of no where. One day we were friends, the next we were dating. It happened fast. We actually talked about taking it slow, but then all of the sudden we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I didn't really mind though. I knew it was right. It felt right. It still feels right and I still don't mind that it went fast.
I love you, Robert Eugene Hill. Thanks for choosing to love me. I can't wait for our life together to start <3