I posted this blog on MySpace a few months back and I'm STILL getting comments about it. So I thought I'd place it over here, too. Enjoy!
Saturday, November 03, 2007
So I was sitting with my mom the other day when I mentioned that I'm looking forward to my date with a guy named Rob. Her eyes rolled right up into her head! "Another Rob, Sheila?!" she said. And then it hit me how funny that was and we both started laughing. This will be the third guy named Rob since my divorce.
The conversation spiralled into a listing of the names of guys I've either dated or been interested in since before I hit puberty. My first crush was on a little boy named Shane. I think I was five years old. As of today I've liked two Shanes in my life. Not too bad.
When I was twelve I started seeing a boy named Roger. Only one Roger in my life.
My first kiss was with a boy named Ray. (I was 13.) Only one of those, too. Ah, the stories I could tell about those days! But that's a conversation to be had in person. For now I'll stick to the point...
Can't leave out Sean. Because of him I was grounded for an entire summer. Okay, it wasn't ALL his fault, but I was an innocent little 14-year-old! Alright, so was he (maybe). One Sean.
Moving on.
Then there was Mike. My first real love. We were 15. We liked each other in elementary school, but then he asked my best friend to "go around with him". I was crushed. Our high school romance was an on again/off again relationship. (I tend to find myself in those pretty often, actually.) I think I can safely say there have been four Mikes. Mike the dentist (from college days) is one of my favorite stories. But again, I digress.
When I was a junior in high school I fell for a college boy at work. What was his name? He drove a cherry red Mustang. He liked me more than I liked him. He had dark skin and green eyes. Man, he was hot. What WAS his name? Oh well. I'm sure it must have been Rob... or Mike... nah!
Jon. After high school he moved in with my best friend. What is it with men and my best friends?! (Jenny, I'm glad you're married. Don't try to steal my man!) Hmmm... two of those: one Jon (high school), and one Jonathan (Ricks College). Jonathan... now he was a good man. Wonder where that guy went?
Larry. Only one Larry. We might have gotten married if I hadn't met Jason while Larry was on his mission. Poor Larry. One Larry, one Jason.
And now things get interesting. Chris. There's another name I can't seem to get away from. Off the top of my head I can think of FIVE Chris's. I even married one. In fact, his name was Chris AND Mike. Double whammy. I think I've dated every spelling of Chris there is: Christopher, Kris, Christian, Christoffer, and just Chris. Not one good story there.
Phillip. Loved that guy. He asked me to marry him three times. I nearly did. I probably should have! I dated Phill and Jason at the same time: one was in California, the other in Idaho. Jason knew about Phill. Phill didn't know about Jason. Course, I was also writing to my missionary Larry then, too.
I think I'll move on.
Dan. Now Daniel was a short-lived relationship for a very good reason. One Dan. One very clingy, very suffocating Dan.
Doug. Hey, there's a good story. Two Doug's. Okay... really, only one and a half. The first Doug was an RM from my home town I met up with at Ricks. We were from two completely different worlds! He was a farm boy and I was a city girl. He showed me my very first real cow. And then I watched as he and his brothers de-horned the calves. That was nasty. I have pictures to prove it. Doug 2 was a might-have-been. I won't even get into that. He was a bit too overwhelming for me. Kind of reminded me of Dan, actually - which is probably why I never let him get too close.
Monte. One of those. Too bad, too. Liked Monte.
Boyd. One of those. THANK HEAVEN!!!
Jef. "Jef with one f". Most amazing person I have ever known! One Jef, and one Jeff. Liked the "one f" better.
Mark. Funny guy Mark! What a great guy! Sadly, only one Mark. I need to find another Mark.
Steve. One Steve. There will only ever be ONE Steve!! Enough said. But if there was another one with those guns, then I'd definitely take a shot!
Robb, then Robert, and now Rob. Well, MAYBE there will be a Rob. I'll let you know next weekend.
Here are the comments my friends posted:
I like the guns also. Yummy, yummy! Girl, I never you were such a tramp. Right on! You still owe me that story!!!!!
Posted by Jen Sam and Kohl on Saturday, November 03, 2007 at 5:43 PM
The story... call me and I'll tell you. I don't like to spread past transgressions over the internet. ;)Oh, and I forgot one Rob. Actually, he went by Bob. I dated him at Ricks. Man, no wonder I loved that place! And hot guy with the Mustang... I STILL can't remember his name!
Posted by me on Saturday, November 03, 2007 at 9:33 PM
Men who buy Mustangs are compensating. Forget him and his stupid name forever.
Posted by Steven on Thursday, November 08, 2007 at 11:14 AM
Dang girl!!! I don't know you at all! You have so much to share with me....and I'll be sure to bug you about it! My stories about names well, would not be so interesting....
Posted by ♥sandra♥ on Sunday, November 04, 2007 at 1:54 PM
Sandra, as fun as these stories are to tell, be glad you have only had ONE man in your life. And he's a winner! What a great guy! And so lucky to have such a wonderful wife, too. Love you guys!(Of COURSE I'll share my stories with you! I love talking about me, you know that!) ;)
Posted by me on Sunday, November 04, 2007 at 8:29 PM
um, it seems like our next apt needs to be more than 30 mins.... i have some names too, my biggest repeat is Josh.... almost too many to count!but that's all i'll tell you about right now.love you!and love your stories. can't wait to hear about all of them!leighann :)
Posted by Leigh Leigh on Sunday, November 04, 2007 at 5:04 PM
Ah, the fast and furious tell-all hair cut appointments. Tell you what, let's do another movie night together and forget all about the movie. Then we can just sit and chat. I'll even break out the photo albums and we can have a good laugh at the awkward 80's styles.
Oh, and by the way, I totally forgot about Evan! Remember him? Salt Lake boy from the beginning of the year? Four months of long-distance dating and only two dates. Not a big fan of long-distance relationships.
And Mustang boy's name finally came to me: Jesse. One Jesse.
Posted by me on Sunday, November 04, 2007 at 8:32 PM
Avoid clints, chucks, brent's and such. I have always felt that guys with single syllable names were just, well just, ....Avoid them. :-)
Posted by Brother M. on Monday, November 05, 2007 at 5:14 PM
Steve is a one-syllable name. (I know its short for Steven but I wanted to stir the pot.)
Posted by Steven on Thursday, November 08, 2007 at 11:12 AM
"Steve. One Steve. There will only ever be ONE Steve!! Enough said. But if there was another one with those guns, then I'd definitely take a shot!"Smart Woman. Very very smart.
Posted by Steven on Thursday, November 08, 2007 at 11:01 AM
