Shut your eyes. Feel the chemicals collide.

Oops... haven't reminisced bloggally in a while... Need to get on that.

Soooo... memory number four... what should I choose...

This is a small one. I hafta do it in script form because that's the easiest to imagine it happening...

Scene: Amber, Heather, and I are in their kitchen eating something, probably nachos. Dustin calls.
Amber: Hey Babe! What? What? Okay? Uhm, Marissa? Dustin has a message for you... He says... Ha ha, Babe, we already knew that. Is he there with you? Ok, sorry, I'll tell her. Dustin says that George says that he likes you. (pause) Straight up.
Me: Straight UP?
Heather: STRAIGHT up?
Me: Like totally straight? No curves at all?
Heather: Like the straight and narrow?
Me: Like the Iron Rod?
Amber: Did you hear them Babe? (pause) He says shut up.
End Scene.

That was a fun one. George wasn't directly involved in that one, but it's still a good one. :)


Since I'm such a terrible blogger, I'll throw in an extra memory to make up for all that time that I didn't. Plus, I'll thank me later.

Memory #5

Our junior year (way way way before we even thought of dating) , George, Dustin, Hailey, and I all had seminary at Dustin's house and it was taught by his mother, Melinda. Okay, now I need you to imagine a clock. That's going to be the kitchen table where we sat. George sat at 12, Hailey at 3, me at 6, Dustin at 9, and Melinda was somewhere above 1 (if that makes sense).
Well, after a month or two, Melinda got it in her head that George and I were meant for each other. I don't know why she would think a thing like that. Any time that George and I ever talked, they were venomous, sarcastic comments. One time he even made me cry. If that doesn't scream chemistry, I don't know what does.
So, Melinda sat George next to me one morning. So imagine the clock again. Now he's at 7 and I'm at 5. Or somethin' like that.
One day, I must have said something especially snarky and he subtly reached down and pinched my leg. So I kicked him. Then he kicked me back. So, of course, being a trouble maker, I yelled OUCH! Melinda looked straight at George and asked him what he did. He said he didn't do anything. Then she asked me what he did. I told her he kicked me. She scolded him, "George Raymond..." And he replied, "She kicked me first!" I gave Melinda my most convincing I would never... look. Totally bought it.
And that's how love starts, little ones. Take notes.

And yes, I realize that last one totally sounded like we were in first grade. But look at me. Do I look like I'm not 6?