We were both taking the “Teaching Social Dance” class fall of 2005.  Now, for those of you unfamiliar with the BYU dance class culture, the whole switching partner thing can be a bit awkward at times if you’re not already friends (“Hi.” “Hi.” “How are you?”  “Good, how are you?”  “Fine.”  Proceed to never make eye contact the rest of the partner experience until switching and repeating with the next guy)  This awkwardness is enhanced tenfold when one partner is a much better dancer than the other.  Such was the case with Richard Davis and myself (with him being the better dancer).  In fact, since it was a teaching class, most of the people in the class were at the top of the dancing totem pole and I was near the bottom (I’m not fishing for compliments here). So, he had every social right to not go out of his way to make our brief dancing encounters pleasant, but he did go out of his way.  I always liked dancing with him because he always complimented me and talked to me and was just so darn pleasant to be around.  This is particularly impressive considering he was currently dating another girl in the class.  Though, I didn’t know that at the time.  I was always impressed by what a good guy he was.  He just exuded good-guy-ness that I was instantly attracted to.

The crush solidified on the day of our final in that class when we had to call the class through one of the dances.  He came up to me afterward and told me that I had done the best in the class and he thought I deserved a perfect score.  Totally made my day.  I think stalking him ensued shortly thereafter- both the creepy kind and the socially acceptable kind.

You’ll have to stay tuned for the rest of that story, but here we are in our first picture together two and a half years after that initial attraction story (ahem MY initial attraction that is).