It was a spring morning in April--April 6, 1997 to be exact. I woke up and got ready for the day, wearing one of my favorite outfits. In just a couple of hours, I was going to meet somebody new--a blind date set up by my roommate. I was thinking . . . No! not another blind date. I had been on several throughout my dating years and although they had been great guys and we'd had fun, there was no spark and no second dates. My cute roommate insisted on this one and although he was "sort-of, not seriously" dating someone else, I had agreed to go because she was so persistent.
My roomies, their dates, and my date were coming up from Provo to my parent's house for brunch and to watch the Saturday morning session of Conference. I had to work later that afternoon so this was when the date was planned to best fit my schedule. The doorbell rang about 9:30 a.m. and in walked my friends. Last but not least, Amanda introduced me to this dark-haired guy with big brown eyes. I thought he was cute and dressed really well. We started talking right away getting to know each other better. He was from Brigham City and the middle child of 6. He was a Biochemistry major, in the ROTC, and had plans to go to medical school.We started our brunch and conference but I don't really think we watched it because we all were talking and goofing off too much. I guess our intentions were good. When the session was over, we jumped into the cars and headed to the Bowling Alley. Joe was a pretty good bowler and we had a lot of fun competing against and teasing each other. Of course, he beat me, but not by much. I think I got lucky that day. We had greasy burgers and fries for lunch there and he tried to convince me to "call in sick" to work so that we could do a movie and dinner that night. Being the responsible person I am, I did not fall for his temptations and went to work that evening.
The next day, Amanda gave me the low-down on his opinion of me and he thought I was awesome, fun, and totally hot. (I'm probably exaggerating a teeny bit, but hey, it's my blog!) And he wanted to ask me out for the next weekend. She told him that I probably had to work and he said that "No girl had ever turned down Joe Stuart!" I told her that I was not going to feed that huge ego and that I was going to say no--not because I didn't have a great time, but I certainly did not want to be another one he conquered.
Three days later, he called me on the phone and we talked for about 3.5 hours. At the end of the phone call, he very politely and sweetly asked me out for Friday night. And because I'm such a sucker (and I kinda liked him), I couldn't say no. We went on our 2nd date, then our 3rd, and 4th, etc. until we were always together.
At the end of the winter semester, my roommates convinced me to move in with them since they lived in the same apartment complex with Joe. Again, I couldn't refuse. We both went to school during spring quarter and I continued working full-time at the mall managing a clothing store. Joe would work in a chemistry lab, study, and pester me at the mall when I was at work. And although we had a few soap opera stories and a lot of drama going on due to exes, we were growing closer and liking each other more and more.
In July, Joe went to military field training in Massachusetts for a month and I received some letters from him in which he professed his love for me. When he got back, we started getting more serious and talking marriage. He wanted to get married in October. I thought that was crazy, getting married in the middle of the semester. He then wanted to get married in December. Again, I thought that was crazy with both of our birthdays and all of the holidays during that time. We finally agreed on April--the end of the semester and a year after we met. He asked me to marry him in January. I couldn't say no and we were married on April 27, 1998.
It's been 11 wonderful years and I still can't say no to him--bowling, going out to eat, movies, talking for hours, competing against each other in silly games, teasing each other constantly, snuggling on the couch with a yummy dessert, shopping, running errands for him with things he's forgotten, vacations, road trips, ditching the kids, the latest and greatest electronic toys, and his smirk when he knows he's won. He has grown more handsome to me as the years have gone by and as I see him as my husband and the father to our four beautiful children. I love him more and more and am so grateful that he was introduced into my life and that I didn't say no.





