Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Our Love Story Part 1


*If you hold out until the end of this story for parts 2 and 3, you'll get to the part where we swim mostly naked in the ocean on our first date. 


For some reason I have felt a strong desire to share the story of how Vic and I met and fell in love. It's a good story. A great story, really.

I was so thrilled after graduating from BYU in Music/Dance/Theatre to find out I was accepted to graduate school at Boston Conservatory of Music for my Master's Degree. It was a dream come true! They only accept a dozen students per year and I was one of them. It was unbelievable. I had flown out in February for the auditions and frozen my butt off, but I was beyond excited to be moving to Beantown...

...until I wasn't. I started worrying so much about money. Boston is an expensive place to live. Graduate school is expensive. And how much money was I really going to be earning with a Master's in Musical Theatre? I kind of freaked out. (Not to mention my ex-boyfriend, who was now openly gay, was also accepted in to the program and it really complicated things for me). Hi Rance! Love you!

Long decision made short--I didn't go. I sat in Provo, working at the GAP, 25 yrs old and single (gasp), and wondering what to do with my life. About a month after graduation I received an email from a woman who had seen me perform who wanted to know if I'd like to come to L.A. and teach at her performing arts academy for the summer. It felt so right. SO RIGHT.

I didn't know a soul there. I packed up my car, and my mom drove with me to Los Angeles. It was an eventful trip. We looked a little white trash in my Honda Accord with no rims on my tires and a bright afghan covering all my belongings in the back seat.

Somehow I'd gotten connected with an email list of available housing for the singles ward (group of young single adults who attend my church) and started driving to each apartment one by one. The first one was in West Hollywood. Spacious building, too many strange pets. The second building was right next to the temple off of Santa Monica Blvd. And when I say right next to it, I mean, they shared a parking lot. The angel Moroni was out my bedroom window and I watched brides getting their photos taken while laying in my bed.

Jessica Bean greeted me at the door and I walked right in and never left. Great apartment, great roommates, great weather, great ward, great new adventure.

After a long day of choreographing I came home sweaty and exhausted. My roommates were trying to convince me to go to the church for the Monday night activity (that week it was a car wash). I had two choices: go stinky and sweaty in my dance clothes or take a quick shower and not have time to make myself beautiful . I opted for the non-smelly but wet version of myself.

Pulling into the parking lot in my trusty black Honda, I spotted my friend Spencer Hill talking to a Matt Damon type fellow. But truth be told, I was looking forward to seeing my crush (I'd been in the area for two whole weeks and already had my heart set on THIS FELLOW---he's still single, ladies...). When I got out of my car, Spencer yelled, "Hey Bice! Come over here." I sized up the shortie he was talking to and had the distinct thought, "Small town wrestler...not my type."

But after chatting with him for a few minutes I started to change my tune...a little. I was still aware of Eric standing not far from me surrounded by a flock of girls. Vic told me he had just graduated from law school and was studying for the bar at the church everyday so he could take breaks and shoot hoops between the grueling and painful process. (Maybe he felt obligated to tell me this is what he was doing out in the church parking lot at the single's activity because technically he had just been "booted out" of the ward because he was 31 and attended the family ward). He was kind and genuine and had a great smile. I remember he was wearing an In-n-Out T-shirt and these horrible khaki denim shorts that were faded or stained at the bottom. I also remember thinking it was nice to meet a guy who was good looking but not into image.

We went our separate ways and I found out later that's the moment when he "put me on his list". He was taking a dating hiatus while studying for the bar so he could properly focus and I was on the list of girls to ask out after the bar was over.

Due to my excellent flirting skills, this didn't happen. I squirmed my way toward the top of the list before he took the bar. This is how it went down:

After teaching dance all day long for 3 weeks, I came down with strep throat or something nasty. I laid in bed for 3 days and got pretty depressed. I was still trying to get to know people from church and work and didn't have many close friends. After the third day of fever and sore throat, I decided to call the one girl I had instantly bonded with--Miss Tracey. I told her I needed to get out of the house and meet people. I wanted to pull a "BYU girl" special and make cookies to take to boys in the ward. I know, I know. Cheese.

Tracey reminded me that Vic and Tim studied for the California bar exam at the church everyday. They'd study for an hour, shoot hoops for ten minutes, study for an hour, shoot hoops and repeat. I think I already said that.

Anyway, off we went to the church to give our sweetness to the Tim Butler and the Vic Jackson. I'd heard so many great things about Vic--and I quote, "He is the only true gentlemen left in the ward." I'd only met him briefly that one time but as we got closer to the church I started getting so nervous! Why??

And that's the night the magic happened....

TO BE CONTINUED

13 comments:

  1. ohhh, I love a good Love story!! I know those apartments you are talking about!! So awesome! Can't wait for part two!!

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  2. Enthralling! How will it end?

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  3. I am totally loving this!!!!!

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  4. OK. This is such a cliff hanger.....can't wait for the "rest of the story."

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  5. I am a sucker for a love story... can't wait to hear more.

    ToOdLeS.

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  6. Had to comment... even before reading the post because I love the picture at the top of post! How fun and cute you both looked ~ can't wait to "hear" your love story thru your blog!

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  7. LOve this!! Can't wait for part 2 :)

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  8. Molly, don't leave us hanging like this! I'm feeling like I need to check your blog every 10 min to see if you have put the next part up! LOVE IT! Thanks for sharing!

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  9. I love this! So fun to hear the stories of how people fell in love....it's like a modern day fairytale.....Swoon...complete with all the kinks and quirks of real life :)

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  10. Eric Artell is super handsome, and I can't wait for the next part of your love story! :D

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  11. I can't believe you made cookies for the ward boys. CAN'T believe it. I love this story and LOVE what comes next...You little strumpet!

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