new club

Nate: lets start a new facebook group. I vote we call it attractive smart and funny folks who will be more ready for marriage than expected. A pox on all your houses and a shrug and a sigh for all you teenage brides and you boys and your nascent nametaglessness. Maybe your lives are real but they seem mystical to us. Are you happy? Maybe. Would we be in your shoes? Maybe. Do we know what we're missing? Maybe. Do you know what your missing? No. Who are these people anyway... Then she looked at me and I looked at her and we both know... we were 17...
Betsy, we must have had three daughters and given them everything.


Betsy: Or, maybe we should just get married and make a facebook group about the bliss and the endless hours of people listening and secretly aching for their somebody as we talk about fate and the forces that brought us together and how we are eternally grateful for that silly vent and how I can't help but laugh when i think about how much it creeped me out when you started yelling at me and i couldn't find where your voice was coming from and you chuckle and stroke my hair and gaze into my eyes as you tell people how cute you thought I was and how you just couldn't stay away from your friends place because you couldn't stand to sleep anywhere else except for the couch right below where you knew I was. Then they'll know that we've joined the ranks of the blessed and that now we could live out the rest of our lives giving each other rub downs in sacrament meeting and searching for more venues to tell our obnoxiously gaggy story and slightly fake disregard for any heartache or annoyance or moment of compromise or unsurety that surely didn't happen to us because our course was set long before we even came to earth and all we had to do was find each other... which we did with stealthness.

ohhhhhhhh, cute, is how they will respond and my heart will fill with warmth and I will know that I have made it.