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I had been living in Provo now for about 7 months. It had almost been a year since I met Nathan. I was also freshly dating a boy from one of my classes. We'll call him Vanilla Ice cream.
This boy was a complicated fellow. He kept me hanging on, not because I was in love with him, but because he was a masterful game player and kept me guessing and confused and trying really hard and chasing him. It was stupid. But I was 19.
This boy lived in Salt Lake so after our dates, I would drive to see Nathan and vent my frustrations with Mr. Vanilla Ice Cream to him. He would always make me feel better.
Somewhere in our dates, it came out that I used to work at Haagen Dazs and so we went there to get some ice cream. Nathan was working. Vanilla said he could tell Nathan liked me. I just laughed it off. But apparently, Vanilla liked taking me there because he liked to rub it in Nathan's face that he was with the girl he liked. Little did he know, this was working to his disadvantage. Because the more we went to Haagen Dazs, the more I realized I wanted to be with the guy scooping me ice cream instead of the guy buying me the ice cream. He wasn't as smooth as he thought. He also called Nathan "spanky the ice cream man" and thought he was super funny.
On March 7th 2007, I was in Salt Lake at class having a crummy day. Vanilla Ice Cream made a point to tell me, "I hope you don't think we exclusive, because I am dating other girls too." (Don't worry, I found out later that he wasn't. Just another one of his games). Of course I knew we weren't exclusive, but saying it like that just made me feel so stupid and unwanted. And then, I locked my keys in my car. I was grumpy. But a few of us old Haagen Dazs workers decided to meet there at lunch for a mini-reunion. Nathan of course came and we all had a lot of fun.
I am not sure why I said it or what made me decide it was finally time, but I told Nathan about how my friend was taking me back to Salt Lake later that afternoon so I could bring my spare key and drive my car back home. I asked if he wanted to go out with me that night. He smiled and said yes.
A few hours later I was back at his door. I remember very little of what we did that night, except for one thing. I was sitting on his bed and he was standing next to it. I told him how Vanilla Ice Cream was driving me crazy and how I really didn't even like him and that I just wanted to be with a nice guy. He was smiling the whole time like he was making fun of me in my head. I finally looked at him and said, "What?!" And then he kissed me. Our second first kiss. And I didn't cry this time.
Not one single tear.
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