Today, I became obsessed with trying to find a note. It was the first note that my husband ever wrote to me. And, I know I have it here somewhere. I never found it. But, it was the note that he wrote to me asking me out on our first date. Yep. He wrote a NOTE to ask me out. Sounds lame huh? I tease him about it all the time. But, now that we’ve been married almost 11 years, and I know him. It totally makes sense.
One day when I find the note (because I am obsessed now), I will share it verbatim. But, if I’m remembering it went something like this,
Hey. It’s JD. It’s 2 am and I came by, but I guess you’re not home. There is a cool jazz concert coming up on Friday and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me. My number is …. Let me know. Later, JD.
PS- Do you know anything that will get red gatorade out?
Now, I have a HORRIBLE memory, so that’s probably not even close to verbatim, but I know that it said all of those things in one form or another. I remember getting that note the next morning (because I was fast asleep at 2 am. I had a job and was going to school full-time) and thinking…”What!? This guy is weird.”
Let me back up. We met one night at a little place called Fat’s. It’s a pool hall/bar. When people ask where we meet, I always like to tell them a bar. Throws them off a little bit considering we are mormon and neither one of us has ever had a drink in our lives. But, we kinda did meet in a bar. My roommate at the time asked me to come meet some of her friends to play pool. Her brother came, and brought JD. They weren’t trying to set us up, but I think the fact that we talked the whole time to each other and not really to anyone else gave them a clue that we really liked each other. His first question to me after learning I had moved out to UT from GA was if I like jalapeno jelly. WHAT? Maybe his randomness puzzled me, but I don’t know. I liked him. That night my roommate asked me about him and apparently her brother asked him if he liked me and the feeling was mutual. Except that I wouldn’t have guessed it because it took him 2 months to ask me out. He likes to say a month and a half. We met in October of 2001.
So, you see. It took him 2 months to ask me out, and he does it in a note. I knew that he had no job, was not in school, and lived at home with his parents. Sounds bad huh? But, he was 23. I guess, what more can you ask of a 23 year old, right? WRONG. I was only 6 months older and waiting tables, living on my own (very far away from any family), and going to school about to graduate in a mere 7 months. My plan was to get the heck out of Utah and go to graduate school. But, for some crazy reason, I called him. (Guys, don’t make a girl call you. Especially when you live at home.) Soon after were started dating, he started getting his act together. Job, school, etc. We were married about 8 months after we met.
Looking back, that note means a lot. I need to find it.
But, while rummaging through lots of crap, I realized something about myself. I’m a note hoarder. I don’t collect anything, and my Mom calls me a minimalist (although I am most definitely NOT. HELLO. I have 3 kids. How can anyone who has 3 kids fit that description?), but I am not the type to hang onto stuff. Except notes. I have notes from high school. I have an entire notebook full of letters from when I was a full-time missionary for my church and no phone calls were allowed. I have notes from every boyfriend I’ve ever had. I have notes from guys that were not even my boyfriend. I have lots of notes from my sister. I have notes from people I was having arguments with. I have notes from best friends. I have notes from people that I can’t even remember who they are. I have notes from people that I have never met in real life. There are lots of them. And, I opened a few.
Do you know how much power goes into a handwritten note? It brings a lot of personality. You can imagine that person when you see their handwriting. You can feel those feelings again. You FEEL something. I think it’s sad that nobody writes notes anymore.
One day, my kids will pull these out and undoubtedly get a good laugh. But, they might just ask me something like, “Why did you guys write everything down on paper?”
Then, hopefully I can pull out that first note that their Dad wrote to their Mom.