"Daddy, I met a man in Rome..."

So maybe it was my ward instead of Rome, but he really is "wonderful and brilliant". Now don't get me wrong, the final phrase of this Father of the Bride reminisce, "and we're getting married," isn't coming any time soon, but I thought while I'm sitting here twitterpated I might as well blog about it. Hokey much? Ay well!

Well, now I've mentioned it, I guess I have to talk about it: I've been dating this guy for about a month. He's in my ward and is a Statistics major at the Y. Great guy--very level headed and uber-focused on the Gospel, which is really good for me. I met his family Saturday and ended up watching a session of General Conference with them on Sunday. Good people.

We were talking about it today and decided that we're one of those unlikely couples that noone ever would have called and people don't quite understand. That said, we've both liked each other since the fall, so in a way, it was only a matter of time until he got guts enough to ask me out. =)

My favorite thing about him? He's a spiritual giant. Not just an RM or a worthy priesthood holder, or whatever, but an absolute giant. Makes me my very best self when I'm with him and he seems to think I'm worth being with. Crazy but true, so there it is.

Anyway, juvenile to post about? Perhaps, but barring allowing myself to spend the next hour writing in my journal about every silly detail that I'm not foolish enough to bore the general internet audience with, I thought this might be a good way to get things off my chest--having just had lunch with him--so I can hunker down and study until all odd hours of the night so we can hang out together again tomorrow!