Some People's Kids

So As Nikki said in the last post I had to leave tonight ( or this morning depending on where you are) in order to get back home in time for school. My roommates called me before I left for the airport and they said they got one of our FHE brothers to come pick me up from the airport since the one roomie with a car...well her car is actually now dead in the parking lot. So anyways I was totally fine with it because the guy (who we will call Mr. French) is cute, funny, and an RM so no awkwardness of a premie (pre missionary). My plane landed and I turned on my phone and I saw I had a message from him telling me he would meet me by the luggage carousel, since I had checked my bag. I met him down there and Mr. French gave me a warm hug and picked up my bags and led me to his car. As we were driving from Idaho Falls he asked if it would be okay if we went and got something to eat and he even offered to buy so heck yeah I was all for free food! We went to a McDonald's since that was the first place we saw and we both like their fries. He asked me how my week was and I returned the question. Apparently he went to his parent's house just like everyone else (except he didn't have a date with Mr. Clean ;D ) and he listened to my week and was extremely inquisitive as to whether Mr. Clean and I were a current item. Boy was he thrilled when I explained that we weren't. After Dinner he took me over to the Idaho Falls Temple and we were talking how it kinda looks like a Wedding Cake while the Provo Temple looks like a Birthday Cake when he suddenly grabbed my hand and we just kinda kept talking and walking like no big deal. Eventually both of our roommates started calling and texting asking where we were and what not like it was really their business...okay so maybe they thought we were in an accident or something happened, but did they have to keep texting once they found out we were okay?
...whatever...
well we got back into his car and were on our way to Rexburg when he pulled over to the side of the road and he just kinda of professed his feelings for me. His exact words were (and I kid you not) "I like you Becky....I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" After he yelled "ANYMORE!" and before I could really even think about what just happened he grabbed my face and kissed me and than he stuck his tongue down my throat in this totally disgusting and uninvited kind of way. Talk about rude! That is why he is called Mr. French from now on. That peoples was my first kiss ever and it was not the best to be honest. You can't enjoy it when someone just kind of steals the kiss from you. I completely understand how some girls get mad when guys just take the kiss without even somehow asking for it. Not only did I not really want to kiss him, he wasn't even that great of a kisser! I mean really I should not be able to be going through a checklist of what I packed and what I left behind while a guy is kissing me. Don't get me wrong, I am not one of those girls who dreams up the perfect scenario for the perfect first kiss, but I always kinda imagined I would at least get to choose who I kissed you know?
I obviously didn't kiss him back and he eventually stopped and continued driving and I made sure my hands were out reach and I tried to seem distant or uncomfortable, but he pretty much didn't get the hint because he rested his free hand on my leg and was rubbing his thumb along it. I mean his hand was down by my knee but talk about awkward. He even walked me to my apartment door when he dropped me off even though I insisted that he should go home since my apartment was literally curbside and I didn't need the help. We had one of those awkward one armed hugs, but he still somehow managed to kiss my forehead. My roommates call that last kiss "Marking the Territory" like now I have some kind of "Property of Mr. French" stamp on my forehead only visible to guys who might be interested. I am completely unaware of what to do. Of course I am going to tell him how I feel, but oh my word I have to see him every week for FHE and at basically every activity I go to!! Something tells me he isn't one to get the hint very easily...even if it is dancing naked in front of him. Okay maybe not naked but in a very obvious manner.

On another note Mr. Clean and I are just kinda in the air right now. The date we had was pretty fun. He took me to go golfing in the desert. He painted golf balls with glow in the dark paint and we hit them out into the desert and ate while the sun set than we got to see where they all went once the paint kicked in. It was pretty fun and I have to say that while we didn't kiss or anything it was pretty romantic and we held hands and cuddled together while watching the last rays of the sun disappear. He is an interesting prospect and I will get to see more of him when I go home in three weeks for Christmas Break and the Winter Semester since I don't have school than.

Laters my Gators,
Becky