The first time I saw David was in 1989, my sophomore year. I was dancing at the Ivy and he was with another girl. He was wearing a gray shirt and khakis. I thought, What if I marry that guy and he is dancing five feet away from his future wife and he doesn't even know it? (I know, I sound really sappy, but I swear I didn't think this about every cute boy I saw - I also don't think this is any sort of foreknowledge or anything like that - just a stupid, random thought that happened to happen)

The second time I saw him was 1989, the first semester of my junior year. He was walking into Smith's and I thought There's that blond boy from the Ivy.

The third time I saw him was the same semester. I was walking out of the HFAC and there was that boy again sitting on a bench. I thought, I look like crap! He's not even going to look at you, what does it matter? I remember keeping my eyes focused on my Birkenstock's as I walked past.

The fourth time I saw him was January 1990, dancing at Jillymac's. I had just broken up with a very needy boy and I was happy to see the blond boy again, but I wasn't going to talk to him. What was I going say? You're very good looking, please talk to me? (I actually did have a cute boy knock on my apartment door and say, "You looked interesting and I wanted to meet you" - it didn't seem odd to me, but I couldn't have done that). Luckily, David talked to me. We had been dancing with a group of people that we both knew and he asked me how I knew them. And, we started talking and he asked me for my number.

We talked on the phone later in the week and he asked me out. Before the date, I was sitting in the Cougareat and my upcoming date came up in conversation. One guy, Kyle, said he knew David and he was nice, but he dated a lot of girls. He told me I'd probably only have one date with him. I didn't really care, I was just thinking about the one date. Turns out Kyle didn't know David at all.

So, Friday comes and he and his good friend Crapples picked me up and we went to Salt Lake to pick up Crapples' girlfriend Tina at the airport. We went to Gepetto's and had pizza, went back to Provo and David played guitar and we took pictures (Tina, do you have those?) and then we watched Harold and Maude on video. Then, we went to my apartment and listened to music and looked at a book I had about Andy Warhol and talked about modern art.

He asked me out again. And again. And we started talking on the phone almost every day and seeing each other a few times a week and going out on a date once every weekend.

After we'd been dating about four months, I started thinking this might be the guy. So, of course, the rational response is to decide to go on a mission. I just thought it was the selfless thing to do. (Which I'm sure it would have been.) David and I started getting more serious. I thought I had my papers in and I went home for the summer.

David came to visit me and we had a fabulous week together. After he left, I found out that my papers had not been submitted. So, I had been waiting for my call and now I had the whole decision to make again. Do I want to go? I was really torn and couldn't figure out what to do.

David asked me to stay, and so I decided to stay and it was just a relief. He didn't ask me to marry him, but he asked me to stay so we could decide if we should get married. I talked with my bishop and my stake president and felt great about staying. I was able to get the classes that I wanted at BYU and I got an apartment.

When I got back to Provo, it was wonderful to see him. And everything was great, but there was a little pressure now. Decide. I felt like I wanted to marry him, but I wasn't really thinking about actually getting engaged.

Then, David broke up with me. Which was devastating. But, then, it wasn't actually over. We kept dating. He decided he didn't want to get married, but he didn't want to be apart.

We broke up two more times. Only once did we really stop seeing each other (and even then we saw each other twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays - which makes me laugh now). The last time David broke up with me, the boy who knocked on my door asked me out the next day. We were "just friends" but only because of David. We went to see The Sundays in concert and we ran into David's roommate. So, David heard about it.

The next day, we ran into each other on campus and he said that he was really jealous to hear that I was with another guy. And, we basically got back together again that quickly.

I kept expecting him to break up with me for good, but he didn't. That semester he just kept saying "How can I know that you're the best one for me? I know I love you, but maybe there's someone out there who's better." So, I was competing with Woman X. The girl of his imagination who's prettier, funnier, smarter, and will make him happier.

Over Christmas break, it seemed like something changed with him. He asked me to go to Europe with him the next year, and I said "I'm not going anywhere with you in a year, if I'm not your wife." And, he said "So?"

When we got back, it just seemed like things were getting better and better. In March we decided to get married, we set a date, and in May 1991 we were married.

Best. thing. ever.