People keep asking me about everything to do with him, and how it all happened. It's kind of a long-ish weird complicated story, so I figured I'd type it out and then when someone asks, I can just link them to this! Hello magic!
Kay. Back when I moved here, they were doing dance classes. I went to one and met a super hyper ridiculous guy who talked a lot. His name was Drey. He was dressed really nice, talked like he was gay, and I found out later, he listens to Lady Gaga, which is fine...but when put together with the other things, made me wonder...
We danced and talked and he was perfectly pleasant.
He became my friend, but a super irritating friend that I could only handle in small doses. I usually tended to go over to his house for about thirty minutes at a time.
I'll admit, I was always a little mean to him. I teased him about being so feminine and dressing so nice. But you would have too, I know it. We talked about the different guys I liked, and Drey would always shoot them down and give me reasons why it would never work out. It was frustrating.
Everyone always told me that he liked me. I always chose to ignore them. I heard it ALL THE TIME.
He came to my ward one time. On a Sunday when I was having a bad day. After church I was irritated with who knows what, and poor Drey came up and was lucky enough to say something that upset me just enough for an explosion. All on him. All I remember from it was that I told him he irritated me. He backed off, I left church, went home, fuming at life.
After that, we didn't talk for a while. I didn't notice at first. Then, after about a week, I realized there had been no Facebook chat windows popping up with an excited 'HEATHER!!!' or 'Hi!!!' or whatever else he felt like starting the conversation with. I felt a little bad.
Then a group of my friends and I were going out to eat together. One of the friends organizing it invited Drey. He said he'd go, but told her about how we had a falling out. She texted asking if she had screwed up by inviting him, and I said no, knowing full well I needed to apologize to the poor guy. I'm so mean.
We got to the restaurant, and Drey pulled up in his little silver car that he likes to drive too fast. He got out, and looked super sad and almost scared of me. I felt HORRIBLE. I hugged him and told him how sorry I was for flipping out, and how he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then we all went in to eat, and for the whole night he didn't act hyper. Not even once. Again, I felt awful. He was quiet and reserved, which is so VERY unlike him.
We talked a bit more often again. Things went back to normal, except that I noticed he was still always less hyper when we were together.
There was a YSA dance recently. It was a USO Support the Troops dance. I was planning on dressing up super cute with some friends. I told Drey what I was going to wear, and he said he'd dress to match me. I didn't think he was serious. We got to the dance and there he was, totally matching me in colors. He looked good, but I wasn't focused on that. He maaatched me! What a strange guy.
The next day, I was at a friends house watching a movie. Then I went to Dreys house. One thing led to another (Brian Regan anyone?) and we ended up kissing.
And thats kind of the end of my story. Since then we've spent every day possible together, talking and realizing that we get along really well. I went away to New York and missed him way more than I ever thought I would. All the annoying things I used to see in him aren't at all annoying anymore. I don't know what happened. But now they're endearing and quirky and hilarious.
And...thats my story. :) I hope you enjoyed it!
And I'll end with this picture I took of him a few months ago. Cause he's super handsome.
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