Our Second Date

For our second date, Kyle and I went to the Battle of the Bands down at BYU. When he came and picked me up, I was impressed because the car he was driving was a fully decked out Toyota Camry. I commented on how nice the car was and asked if it was his? He hesitated a little, but then stated that it was actually his Dad's car and that his parents had his car. I was impressed that he did not lie about it to try and impressed me, because honesty was a quality that I really wanted in my husband.

We then drove down to BYU. We got there a little bit early and while we were waiting for the concert to start, we somehow got on the subject of observing and analyzing people. I explained that it is really interesting to just sit and watch people, not judge people, but just watch others around you. I explained that you can really tell a lot about a person within a minute or two by just watching their body language and how they interact with their surroundings.

The concert then started, so we headed into the gym. There were a few really good bands, but most of the bands were just okay. During the concert, Kyle put his arm around me. Naturally, I put my arm around him, but after a minute or two I pulled away. I was not quite sure I was ready to head down the relationship road, since I had just ended a relationship a mouth before we started dating.


After the concert, we headed to IHOP to get something to eat. On the way over to the restaurant, Kyle asked "What have you observed about me, since you love to analyze people?" I then named several different traits, characteristics, and things that I had noticed about Kyle. It was awesome, because everything I stated was absolutely correct and spot on. It was during this conversation and at dinner that I realized that Kyle was already falling in love with me. I then made it interesting and turned the tables and asked him "So what have you observed or analyzed about me?" He had no idea what to say and anything he did say was pretty much wrong. It was during this conversation that I learned that he thought I was going to be a stuck up, spoiled, and snooty girl, because I lived in Alpine. I defiantly proved him wrong.

After dinner we then went back to his apartment. He then pulled out his guitar and played me a song. I even got him to sing to me, which he has not really done since that night, but I guess once is better than never. In fact, I am still waiting for the song he is supposedly writing for me that I was supposed to hear on our wedding night, but that is a whole another story.