the boyfriend pillow

6/30/2011 The Romantic 3 Comments

Remember how my room mates have taken to call me the cat lady?

Well I wonder what they'll take to calling me after I purchase this guy...



It's perfect right?!

Now I can stop creeper lovin' on the boys in my ward and snuggle up with my very own boyfriend pillow!
xoxo
-the Romantic

A word of advice

6/29/2011 The Romantic 2 Comments

Dear Anti-Austens,

Personally, I’ve never read a Jane Austen novel, nor have I watched a true Jane Austen film. (I know, it’s a travesty.) However, I stumbled upon your blog and I think I’m hooked! Do you give advice? I have little experience with dating, especially the BYU dating culture, and my life’s a little complicated right now.

I’m in a semi-awkward/undefined relationship with a guy from my major. It’s complicated because our major is a small group of mostly girls and he’s one of the few guys. He first knew I was interested in him at the end of winter semester, but things were crazy and I was leaving for the summer. We texted sporadically for a couple months, but I always felt like I was trying to start or carry the conversation, just to talk to him. So then, I found out I was going to be visiting in Provo for a couple days and he surprised me by inviting me to watch a movie with him. Well, we’ve seen 2 movies (in the 3 days I’ve been in town), one at his place (which was spontaneous and late-r at night) and one at the theater (which was his original invitation).

I’m confused because he asked me both times, yet he didn’t make any effort to break the “friends” barrier. I even gave him every opportunity to sit close, put his arm around me, hold my hand, etc! Grrrrr, I just wish I could read his mind! Is he worried about having a long-distance relationship? Is he not interested in being more than friends? Is he worried about it getting awkward if it doesn’t work out (because our class is really small)? Does it bother him that I’m so much younger than him?...

So, Anti-Austens, if you have any advice, please send it my way. I could really use it.

Sincerely,

JUST friends?

Recently we've received a bombardment of emails here at the Anti-Austen. And for the very first time ever, we've received our very first email asking for advice. Here goes my first attempt at a reply:

Dear JUST Friends,
When I was 19, I met a boy in my German class. Later, we happened to go on a study abroad together. During that time, we both decided on a major. It happened to be the same one. Art History. It was like I couldn't escape him even if I tried. He even ended up being in a class I TA'ed for. Somehow along the way, we became really great friends. And I convinced myself that we were meant to be, and also that I was in love with him. When Sweater Guy and I broke up the first time, he was there to hold while I cried, and to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. He was also there every other time Sweater Guy and I broke up, offering me ice cream when I needed it. But during the times when I was single, I was always so confused. Why didn't he ever ask me out? We were perfect for each other! And it was obviously meant to be, or otherwise we wouldn't keep ending up in the same classes right?

But, during the time I was dating Sweater Guy, he started dating someone else. And now they are married. And here's what I've learned through the whole experience.

Sometimes boys may come into our lives, and though we may be the best of friends, that may be the only thing we're ever meant to be.

And it's ok. Because you know what? This guy, the one who's been my best friend for so long, is still one of my very dear friends. I still have no clue to this day if he ever knew that I had feelings for him. But I don't care. His wife is simply fantastic. And he and I still make obscure art reference jokes to each other all the time. We're like brother and sister now.

It's hard because every girl wants their own Mr. Knightley. We want to fall in love with our best friend. But after months and months of this guy never making a move, I realized that I needed to move on. It's ok to be his friend still. But if you've made yourself available and he's not holding your hand or pushing those wisps of hair behind your ear when they fall in front of your face, then it's time to find a man who will.

And I most sincerely believe that he's out there for you!

-the Romantic

Well, we've heard what Miss Romantic has to say. But what about the rest of you? Do you have any advice for our dear reader?
-the Anti-Austens

Gasping for Air

6/27/2011 The Romantic 3 Comments

There was a dark period of my life last summer where I didn't write on the Anti-Austen that much.

Everything was just too personal. And it hurt too much to broadcast all over the internet. But I think I'm ready to finally write about. I actually think I need to in a way. Maybe it will help me heal. Finally. After all these months.

So Sweater Guy. You've heard me mention him, yes?

The real reason our relationship ended, the real reason I deleted him from my life, the real reason that my heart still hurts when I think about him sometimes is that he cheated on me.

There, that's my big secret. I finally told you all, my dear, dear readers and friends who've been so faithful throughout this whole mess I call my dating life.

The thing is, I knew exactly why he did it. I, the girl who understood him better than anyone else, who made him happier than anyone else, knew exactly why he would hurt me the way that he did.

We were getting serious. And he got scared. It was a repeating pattern with him. The "I love you" would barely be on the tip of his lips, and then he'd run away. Quite the coward.

To give you some background, this happened last August, whilst he was on a trip re-visiting his mission. I didn't hear from him hardly the first week he was gone. So I wrote him an email, in my usual playful tone, essentially saying, "Hey, I'm freaking out that I haven't heard from you. But we're ok right?" He sent me an email back saying it was a mistake that we were together. So I called him in Brazil. We talked, he told me he set up a date with one of the girls there.

In a moment of forgiveness (it was actually because I'd watched this video that weekend, too sick to go to church that week), I tried to tell him that I cared about him so much. I told him that if she was what really could make him happy, then I couldn't really be upset if she wanted to be with her. Could I?

Days later he called me. I should mention here that I had to move apartments, and I had come down with pneumonia and bronchitis. I barely got out of bed that week.

He was crying.
Still in Brazil.
He had kissed her.
He felt awful.
He loved me.
He never appreciated me the way that he should have.

Here's the other kicker. I was house sitting his plants and his computer while he was gone.

So he comes back from Brazil. We agree to talk. It's a long drawn out emotional three hour conversation the Sunday before school started.

He told me that if he still felt about me the same way that he did by his next birthday, he would do everything he could to get me back and marry me.

Can you see how emotionally traumatizing this was?

He left a huge ...

I don't really need to tell you all the little in between's that went on. I wrote about enough of those I think.

But the point is,

I ran into him today on campus. Only a few hours ago.

And I don't know if I'm as over him as I thought. I was just telling my room mates last night I haven't really felt that something for any guy since him. (which is one of the many reasons I broke up with Mr. Ute last term)

I think he's been dating someone for quite a few months. I imagine that they're engaged by now, or will be soon. I didn't ask.

I did tell him that my mission papers are in.
It wasn't an awkward run-in. At least not by my standards.
But as I turned and walked into work, my hands were shaking as I reached into my purse to call my room mate. I was hyperventilating for a few seconds as I walked towards the JSB.

This guy was one of my best friends. At one point in my life, he knew me more intimately than anyone else. But I haven't talked to him for six months. I guess it's no wonder seeing him set me shaking.

One ironic thing though, the take home message from this whole experience I guess you could say: This morning during work, before I had seen him, I decided to listen to Elder Scott's fireside from last September. I've been thinking a lot about love and relationships lately, and the way that men should treat women. So I listened to the talk, and I remembered how I felt listening to it last September. I remembered how in the Marriot Center I knew without a doubt that Sweater Guy was not the right guy for me. I deserve and want a man who will treat me the way that Elder Scott treats his sweet Janine.

Sitting here typing this, I'm again getting that sweet confirmation that one day, there will be that guy. There will be that guy who holds me close and tells me he loves me. That guy who will leave me notes, and be happy that I've left them back. That guy who will love kids, and honors his priesthood.

Forget the artsy types.

That's all I'm really looking for.

But, isn't that what every girl is looking for?

-the Romantic

The Cat Lady

6/26/2011 The Romantic 4 Comments

So I actually can't stand cats.

I'm a dog girl. Dogs and I have a lot in common. Fiercely loyal. Friendly. Fiercely loyal.

Ok, so I can't actually think of that many similarities between myself and dogs (which is quite possibly a very good thing). But the point I'm trying to make is that I am a dog girl through and through. It's my Germanic blood I suppose.

Which is why it's so weird that I've become obsessed with cats lately. I just think they're ridiculous. I mean really, why do pictures like this exist?

This new found fascination has led my room mates to brand me as the cat lady.

The spinsterhood is strong with this one. (yes, that's right. i just made a star war's reference)

I just hope I don't end up like this girl:

Yikes!

Ciao Bellas ;-)
-the Romantic

The 6-Hour Date

6/24/2011 The Charmer 0 Comments

I promised you details about the 6-hour date.

I'm sorry this post is long...but it was a long date.

First off, keep in mind that I was with a boy I don't even know. My friend was on the date with a boy, too, and the two of them progressively started dating over the course of the night. By that, I mean they were merely sitting close to each other when the date started but were all over each other, holding hands, cuddling, etc 6 hours later. (I've been telling myself that the reason for my friend's complete and utter obliviousness to my very apparent discomfort was that she was so enmeshed in this boy of hers.)

Anyways.

My date comes and picks me up around 3:30, we go back to my friend's apartment, and then we split up into couples to go on a scavenger hunt. It was fun enough (as fun as these types of things can be) and at the end of an hour, we meet up again. I'm thinking Okay, that was fun. I'm done. I vaguely remembered Mr. Chatty, my date, mentioning something about bowling when he called me up to ask where I lived. I figured maybe we were going bowling after our little scavenger hunt and then we would be done by 6/6:30ish, leaving me free to go grocery shopping and work on my talk I was supposed to be giving in church the next day.

Oh, was I wrong.

I began to realize just what was in store for me when the three of them start talking about the "birthday party" that started at 7 and how we still have about 2 hours before that. My thought process starts getting a little panicky. BIRTHDAY PARTY?!?! At SEVEN?!?! As in I'm going to be on this date for at least 3-4 more hours?!??

I snuck off to the bathroom and sent my roommate a text that said something along the lines of, "Girl, this looks like it's going to be a marathon date. Don't expect me back anytime soon."

So we go bowling and play 2 games. (Luckily I'd had forewarning and so I was prepared with socks, because this date could have gotten a LOT worse!)
Boys of Provo take note: Bowling is really not a fun activity. Can you please pick another date idea? Thanks.

After bowling, we went out and got dinner. Because I love to eat, this may very well have been the best part of the date. It would have been better if it had been the end of the date.

At this point it's just after 7:00. My friend realizes that they didn't get the birthday boy a present, so we proceed to drive around looking for a gift. Somewhere in the midst of driving to multiple stores, she realizes that I a) don't know this kid and b) didn't really know what I was getting into when I agreed to this date and c) have gotten really quiet in the backseat as I begin to ponder the dismal future that this party seems to hold for me. She asks me, "Oh, you don't really have anything else going on tonight, do you? Because we're all friends and so we can just hang out forever...but you might have other plans."
I abstain from pointing out that I feel like I have been hanging out with them forever, but I do let her know that I "really need to get home to write my talk tonight." Since, after all, I have to give it tomorrow. And it's not written.
So we decide to just "stop by" the birthday party for a few minutes. It took almost 45 minutes to get the kid a present, so it's almost 8:00. I pray that the birthday party is winding down.

We show up at Kiawanis and to my relief, the birthday party looks like it's nearing the end. The cake's been cut, the pizza's cold, and everyone starts heading out shortly after we arrive. Yes yes yes, I think, this date is almost over.

Nope.

For some reason, I find myself sitting there for the next hour. The birthday boy, his girlfriend, birthday boy's brother and his girlfriend, my friend and her boyfriend(?)-that-wasn't-her-boyfriend-6-hours-ago all start chatting it up. So Mr. Chatty (who actually isn't that chatty) and I end up sitting there joining in the conversation, too. After all, we only drove one car over. If my friend and her boy stay, we're stuck staying as well. Luckily, the conversation was interesting enough to keep me somewhat engaged. But even then, I still had a pervasive feeling of Why am I here?!

My date confided in me that he was kind of tired and not interested in being social. I told him I was feeling the same way. We both agreed that we were ready to go, and when the bell tower chimed 9:00, I decided to use that as an excuse to get out. We stood up, everyone else stood up, we all start heading out to our cars...
...And for some reason, I'm still there 15 minutes later. My friend and her kind-of-boyfriend are still chatting it up with birthday boy and girlfriend.

Finally, my date turns to me and says, "You don't live that far from here, do you?" I shake my head. "How about I just walk you home?" I nod emphatically.

So we leave. My friend just waves. I get home at 9:35, surpassing the 6 hour mark by 5 minutes. I am so ready to just rush inside my apartment and spill the details to my awaiting roommate...but this date wasn't quite over yet.

Mr. Chatty keeps me on the doorstep for a few minutes, re-capping the date. (His favorite part was the scavenger hunt. I'm left wondering why we didn't end it there.) And then, to my utter surprise, he ends with, "I really had fun with you tonight. Would you be interested in doing something again?"

I really didn't see that coming. I was pretty sure my decreasing enthusiasm over the course of the afternoon/evening/night had been apparent and had left him uninterested. I squeaked out, "Yeah...maybe....sometime..."

And then I had to tell him it was okay for him to hug me since he just stood there staring at me.

Then, mercifully, the 6-hour excursion was over. I retreated to the safety of my own bedroom, my roommate and I took a trip to Dairy Queen, and because I didn't have the time or energy to write a whole new talk I ended up revising one I'd given before.

And the moral of this story is...
Just kidding. I'm pretty sure it's obvious.

I dare you to take a girl on a date that's only an hour long.

The Charmer

What being a third wheel feels like

6/24/2011 The Romantic 0 Comments

My roomie just returned from spring term in London. She is engaged. Sadly her fiance is halfway across the country until the day of their nuptials in August. When they skype, it makes me feel like that guy in the back sometimes.

Well I've gone and done it again

6/21/2011 The Romantic 0 Comments

From the very first moment I saw the boy who served his mission in Finland nearly two weeks ago, (who from here on will be known as Finn), I knew it was meant to be.

Ok, so I only knew it was meant to be from that I would creeper love him as I am wont to do. But I actually mustered up the courage to talk to him. And guess what! He talked back!

So this Sunday rolls around. I hadn't talked to him since the ward social when we first met. Since several of my room mates were MIA as they went home to the land of their fore father's for to celebrate the day of the men who fathered them, I figured it was the perfect excuse to sit next to him in Sunday School. I mean, I wasn't supposed to sit by myself was I???

So by him I sat. And then I had one of those moments. You've been familiar with these moments of mine in past posts. It's as if some confident, bolder, sexier, more divine version of myself takes a hold of my body, and I can't control what she does. Like the time she asked for a guy's number while stuck in traffic on I-15, or that time she texted a boy who left his number on an Easter Egg in her apartment.

It was as if some other being all together reached into my purse, with MY hands, wrote my number down on the Sacrament program, and then proceeded to hand it to him as we walked out of the Sunday School classroom.

And then, he didn't text me back. I felt like a leper all over again.

But then, he did text back! And the text included the word love, and a :-) (he only said I'd love to do something sometime if you're wondering about that first part)

And then today, he texts me right as I walk into work.

"I know it's short notice, but do you want to go to a movie right now?" he asks.

"Aww bummer. I just walked into work. Rain check? :-)" I reply.

And then I texted my roomie to tell her the good news. She called me immediately and told me that I just HAD to go.

So you know what?

I did.

I sent him a text that said I'd been in the office for about 15 minutes, and there was just plain nothing for me to really do.

My boss is out of town, and I can make up the hours later this week! (that's the great thing about being a TA)

So to the movies we went.

It wasn't the most magical date ever. Finn is definitely still in that awkward "I've only been home from my mission for a month" phase. BUT Finn does have super attractive fore arms, and hands. Which are my weakness. I'm such a sucker for a man with good hands. Hands that you just WANT, nay, NEED to hold upon seeing them.

I found a magic 8 ball in some apartment in my ward today, and then proceeded to ask it if I'd get to kiss Finn before I left on my mission. And it said, "Yes, definitely!" with an ! and all.

I'll take that.

Don't worry. He knows I'm going on a mission.

(sigh)

I think I'm over compensating in all my boy craziness before I have to give it up for 18 months.

ciao bellas,
-the Romantic

I just wanted to let you all know,

6/20/2011 The Romantic 2 Comments

that my mission papers are in!!!!

Guesses?

-the Romantic

Marathon dates

6/18/2011 The Charmer 1 Comments

There is a frightening trend going around the dating world of Provo.

This trend is known as marathon dating.

A word of advice: A first date should NOT last 6 hours. Especially when you don't know the girl that well.

I need some ice cream therapy.
Chocolate dipped soft serve from Dairy Queen, here I come.

Details later,
The Charmer.

The tortured soul artist types

6/18/2011 The Romantic 2 Comments

I have a type.

Which you probably figured out about me already.

I love a damaged, needy, artistic boy.

And the older I get, the more picky I get about it too.

But there's this boy in my ward who intrigues me (for lack of a better term).

He's definitely not the tortured soul artist type. He's more of a jock that wants to be an investment banker type.

We met at a FHE a few weeks ago. We talked about blogging (don't worry, I didn't tell him about this blog. I learned my lesson). I added him on facebook, wrote on his wall even.

The next time we met, he didn't remember who I was.
At first this infuriated me.
But then, he tried to make up for it that night I think. That's when the intrigue started. When he started quoting Isaac Newton, and told me he'd read Jane Eyre, my interest was peaked.

But then, I saw him again last night. And he didn't remember my name again!
It just boggles my mind how he understands the stock market (because who really does anyway?), but he can't remember any of me or my room mates names. (though he's hung out with us all on several occasions)

Well, let's just say he won't be forgetting my name after last night. I made sure of that.

Now, now; I'm not saying I'm interested. But this whole thing has made me think. Is it possible for me to like a non-artiste?

And what if I end up marrying a jock?

I guess anything is possible.

ciao bellas
-the Romantic

Aimless Chatters

6/15/2011 The Charmer 1 Comments

There is a curious type of boy running around Provo.
I call these boys "Aimless Chatters."

To illustrate, I'll give you a recent example from my own life.

Back in March, I met this guy at a dinner party hosted by a mutual friend. We probably exchanged at most 50 words, and seeing as I was still with the Ex (who was also in attendance) I didn't pay too much attention the guy. I didn't even remember him or his name when he Facebooked me at the end of April with the whole "Hey, remember me? We met at such-and-such!" message. So I added him (slightly reluctantly, might I add, since I really don't like adding people I hardly know).

Almost immediately he popped up on Facebook chat and we proceeded to have a semi-uninteresting conversation for 20 minutes or so.

Now, these unfocused Facebook conversations continued. It seemed like every time I got onto Facebook, he'd pop up and talk to me about class, or the weather, or the Friday song.

But that was it. He never asked for my number, he never invited me to hang out; to be honest, he never said much of anything.

Okay, first off, let me clarify something. I'm not saying that the only reason boys should talk to me is because they're interested in asking me out. Frankly, I'd prefer it if more guys actually were interested in just being my friend rather than pursuing me romantically. But the truth is that usually when guys I've only met once or twice Facebook with me the whole "Hey, remember me?", their intent is to get my number. And they usually accomplish this within one or two Facebook chats.

But I'd had at least 10 conversations with Mr. Chatty, and still nothing. Maybe he's only interested in being e-friends...? Which is not super attractive to me, let me point out.

A similar situation actually happened to me my freshman year. I'd met this boy David once at a movie party and when we both came to BYU, he decided he would establish a "friendship" by chatting online with me every day. Months later, he eventually asked for my number...but only so he could send me intermittent texts throughout the day. Never once did he ask me on a date (although I did go on a date with one of his roommates, oddly enough).

I wondered if my relationship with Mr. Chatty would follow a similar pattern...chatting for months but no mention of a date.
And then, the kicker.
I get an email from our mutual friend (the one who hosted the dinner) that says...

Hey! I don't know if you'd be interested, but I'm doing this double date next week, and I'm trying to set up my friend. I think you might remember him-- he was at the dinner party I had a few months ago-- Mr. Chatty? Would you be interested in coming? I thought it would be fun if you came.

Oh, hmm, what an odd coincidence. You just HAPPENED to think of me for your friend Mr. Chatty. I'm sure he had nothing to do with this at all.
So now I have a date on Saturday with an Aimless Chatter who I've only talked to online. And I know that this particular Chatter gets his friends to set up dates for him.
Now, this wouldn't be such a problem if I actually hadn't talked to him since March, and it really was a blind date set up by my friend.
But since he's been talking to me for 6ish weeks now and has had ample opportunity to ask for my number, I am not impressed.

Please, gentlemen of Provo, just ask girls on dates yourself.

The Charmer

I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!

6/10/2011 The Romantic 2 Comments

"A title quite contrary to turning in mission papers" you're probably thinking.

And you'd be quite correct.

However, I've always known I'd marry a man who speaks German, is well versed in the words of Charlotte Bronte, and who is unspeakably handsome.

Well, I've found him...

Forget the age difference! I've always liked older men.

Forget the fact that he's already dating someone!

And forget the fact that we've never even met!

Michael Fassbender

You will wait for me, won't you?

This just in!

6/08/2011 The Romantic 1 Comments

A couple in my ward engaged!

Man, I'm a creeper

6/07/2011 The Romantic 1 Comments

I may or may not have ridden with this couple on my plane. (Ok, I did) I want my husband to still hold my hand when we're old and decrepit.

Rejection Types

6/07/2011 The Charmer 5 Comments

I've been thinking a lot about rejection lately.

Actually, I've been specifically thinking about how people respond to rejection. It's gotten to that point where most of the guys who were actively pursuing me have realized that I'm just not interested in more than friendship with them. And now it's quite interesting to see how they respond.

I've noticed certain trends amongst guys, and I think that most of them have a "rejection type," which is just a characteristic way they deal with breakups, rejection, and trying to get over girls who aren't interested in return. Here are some of the most common types I've observed:

The Avoider
I personally deal with this type the most. Maybe he's your ex, maybe he's the guy you had to have the "Look, you're a great guy but I'm just not interested in continuing to go on dates with you" talk, or maybe he was an interested suitor who you ultimately rejected when you started dating someone else. It doesn't matter who he is, but once he gets the memo that he can't win you over, he's gone. He stops calling. The random "Hey, how are you" texts stop coming. He mysteriously disappears off of your Facebook friends list, and every time you run into him, he has somewhere else he needs to be right then. And sure, I know how the old saying goes-- Out of sight, out of mind. The Avoider's strategy seems to be that if he avoids you, he'll get over you. It seems to work eventually. But in the mean time, it just creates a lot of awkward moments every time the two of you have an encounter...which can be quite often if he happens to be in your ward.

The Vindictive One
This is the guy who gets angry when you don't choose him. He knows that he's a great guy, and he feels pretty confident that you're making a serious mistake. But he won't tell you to your face (usually). Oh no, he's much more subtle than that. This guy won't avoid you; instead, you seem to run into him quite often. And surprisingly, he wants to introduce you to his new girlfriend...whom he spoils lavishly. Or maybe he wants to show off his new car, or he wants to talk to you about the great internship he just got in New York City. Even though he seems to be totally over you, you get the feeling that he isn't. After all, why does he feel the need to rub in your face just what a catch he really is?

The One Who Doesn't Get It
Oh, the Mr. Collinses of the world. You tell them no. They assume that "no" really means "I'm playing hard to get. Try harder and I'll say yes." But, unfortunately, "no" actually mean no. And it still means "no" the second and third time. These guys just really don't get the hint, and usually they're so nice that you just can't bear to tell them "no" a fourth time. But you probably should.

The Determined One
This guy is a lot like the last one; you tell him "no" but it doesn't deter him. The difference, however, is that this guy gets it. He knows you're not interested, but he figures he can change that. He thinks that maybe if he texts you incessantly and "happens" to be at your apartment every time you come home from work, you'll start to fall for him. Sometimes it works. But a lot of times, it doesn't. And it can be quite annoying to get texts from him that say things like, "Hey, I just wanted to tell you that you were the cutest girl at church today" even though he KNOWS you've been dating someone else for three months.

The "Lets-Be-Friends" One
This guy realizes that you're not interested in him romantically. But surely, the two of you can still be friends....right? Determined to make sure that your rejection doesn't make things "weird" between the two of you, he goes out of his way to assure you that he's still your friend. He still invites you over to watch movies, but he makes sure you know that there will be other people there, too. He still likes spending time with you, and he especially loves giving you advice about the guys you're interested in (you know, just to reassure you that he's moved on). But every time you're with him, you still can't help shake the feeling that he's been staring into your eyes just a little too long.

The Friend
If you are lucky enough to have a guy in this category, I commend you! This guy is the one who is still your friend even after your fling is over. And he's not just sticking around because he hopes you'll change your mind, either. He really, truly has gotten over you and things can go back to the way they were before he was interested in you. Often, you'll find that you're actually better friends after the whole ordeal.


Well, those are some of the trends I've noticed. Did I miss any? Which ones do you gals run into most often?

Oh, but here's the catch.
I want you to read those descriptions again...
...and figure out which type YOU fall into!

Because SURPRISE! These are also characteristics that us girls exhibit.
Yes, ladies, we can be vindictive, too.

Tee hee,
The Charmer

Miss me?

6/06/2011 The Romantic 5 Comments

Well, almost back to Utah!