Josh and I met at the Multicultural Center, (MC), at UVU in the middle of January. He worked there and I practically lived there so I saw him a lot. I remember walking around with Vai and Vita and all those other guys, and this mico would walk with us and talk to them. I didn't particularly like micos so I found it a little odd. I noticed he dressed differently from everyone else. Low v-neck, button up collared shirts, strange jewelry, he was... different. I also noticed that every time I looked at him and he looked back, a HUGE grin would spread across his face. You know that, "OMG she's looking at me" look? (NO, I'm not conceded, I just know these things!) So I decided I'd talk to him. Randomly one day, I went up to him and asked him what his name was? I was expecting something like Jose, or Eduardo, or something like that. Josh. His name was JOSH, a white boys name. Hm... weird. I then told him I was Lala and that if I forgot his name I was apologizing for it early. He replied with, "if you forget my name, I won't talk to you ever again." W.T.H. I had no idea how to answer that. Who the hell does this guy think he is?? But I left it there and decided Josh wasn't exactly the kind of guy I really wanted to know. Later that day, I was waiting out front for my mom to pick me up and low and behold, Josh walks past. I say hi to him and he comes and sits next to me. We talk about random things and what I find interesting is how he's so open to talk to me. We talk about ADD and the tests you have to take and all this other stuff. I was curious about him with his ADD because apparently everyone thought I was. I gave him my number and we parted ways. We began texting, then hanging out and by the end of February we were dating. (And I was pregnant.) And so begins my life with Joshua William Garcia :)
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Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Beginning...
Josh and I met at the Multicultural Center, (MC), at UVU in the middle of January. He worked there and I practically lived there so I saw him a lot. I remember walking around with Vai and Vita and all those other guys, and this mico would walk with us and talk to them. I didn't particularly like micos so I found it a little odd. I noticed he dressed differently from everyone else. Low v-neck, button up collared shirts, strange jewelry, he was... different. I also noticed that every time I looked at him and he looked back, a HUGE grin would spread across his face. You know that, "OMG she's looking at me" look? (NO, I'm not conceded, I just know these things!) So I decided I'd talk to him. Randomly one day, I went up to him and asked him what his name was? I was expecting something like Jose, or Eduardo, or something like that. Josh. His name was JOSH, a white boys name. Hm... weird. I then told him I was Lala and that if I forgot his name I was apologizing for it early. He replied with, "if you forget my name, I won't talk to you ever again." W.T.H. I had no idea how to answer that. Who the hell does this guy think he is?? But I left it there and decided Josh wasn't exactly the kind of guy I really wanted to know. Later that day, I was waiting out front for my mom to pick me up and low and behold, Josh walks past. I say hi to him and he comes and sits next to me. We talk about random things and what I find interesting is how he's so open to talk to me. We talk about ADD and the tests you have to take and all this other stuff. I was curious about him with his ADD because apparently everyone thought I was. I gave him my number and we parted ways. We began texting, then hanging out and by the end of February we were dating. (And I was pregnant.) And so begins my life with Joshua William Garcia :)
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