I'm in love...
His name is Nicholas Ross Anderson. He is...
- super funny
- a righteous priesthood holder
- the sweetest guy you'll ever meet
- from North Carolina
- a hard worker
- really good at playing guitar
- totally in love with me
- a basketball/soccer player
- a return missionary
- wrapped around my finger :)
- gorgeous with his blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes, and adorable dimples
- the most gentleman-ly man I've ever met
- and most importantly my fiance.
It was my second day in Provo and I was still bitter that I had to leave Vegas for this awful place. I was at church and I walked into Sunday school to see a gorgeous, well dressed boy standing at the front of the classroom getting ready to teach the class. He proceeded to teach a great lesson which made me even more attracted to him but I just kept my feelings to myself. I was later told by my roommate that she has a huge crush on him and that I should keep my distance because he's a "player" because he didn't kiss her after hanging out with her a couple times. I know, it doesn't add up...I don't know why I listened. I wasn't too upset to hear that though, I figured he was too good to be true and I wasn't really interested in dating anyone anyways.
Well the next week at church he came up and talked to me after sacrament meeting and I thought he was so nice and pretty funny, but in my head I was thinking "Of course you're super charming. You're a player and you know exactly what to say to girls." Then he came and sat next to me in Sunday school and complimented my shoes. (Someone must have told him that's the way to get to my heart.)
The next day he was texting one of my roommates asking her about me and eventually asked for my number. I didn't want to get involved with "a player" no matter how cute his slight southern accent is or how his smile made me want to faint, so I told her not to give it to him. Well that night the girls had convinced me to go to a party with them and I agreed to go if I could take my own car and leave early (I never go to parties, but this time I felt like it wouldn't be such a bad idea). I was ready way before them and sat on the couch to watch some basketball while I waited for them and the boys that were coming to pick them up. The doorbell rang and when I opened the door all I saw was blue eyes and dimples. He had come with the group of guys that we were going to the party with. [I wanted to die] I felt so awkward that I had just denied him my number and now he was at my door. Well he ended up sitting with me while we waited for the girls and then, thanks to his friend Jason, he rode with me to the party "because there wasn't enough room in their car." Right.
The car ride was perfect. We totally hit it off. When we pulled up to the party I looked at him and said, "Umm do you just want to go do something else instead of going to this party?" What?! So completely out of my character. I am never never that forward. He gave me a cute smile and we went back to his apartment where we ignored all the calls from his friends wondering where he was and we watched The Prestige. We ended up talking until 4:30 in the morning and when I got home I knew that I definitely had feelings for him. The next night he came over and said he felt something special between us and I agreed but first I had to make sure he wasn't what I thought he was. So I questioned him and he set things straight.
Well, he kissed me the next night, swept me off my feet, came to Vegas to meet my family, won their hearts, proposed April 1st, and will be my husband on June 26th.
Like I said...as much as I hate to admit it, we're such a typical Provo love story. And we could not be happier or more in love. I can't wait to be Paige Nelson Anderson ♥