Years ago, I sat in a college dorm room, ranting to my roommate about how horrible college boys were. I had just started my second semester of college with a new job (event planning), new classes (chemistry, biology, nutrition), and a new vision… No more dating.
She laughed at my resolution. I laughed at her laughter because I was determined to focus on other things.
I signed up a week and a half late for an Intro to Voice (Singing 101) class for an extra credit to keep my scholarship. It was in a strange building (now demolished) and in a strange part of campus. I had to look at a map to find it. And as I followed my route, I was lead to a deserted alley in the middle of a crowded campus. Walking down the gravel road, I sighed. It was January, and the sun was just dimming. I had been feeling trapped in Provo, trapped with people. I had no car, no place to escape the noise and busyness, and it was suffocating.
And then, there I was in an abandoned alley. I got to the bottom of the hill, and stopped. I was only ten feet away from a deer. I marveled, because a.) I’m a romantic, b.) I was severely missing nature, and c.) It surprised me.
There were footsteps behind me, tennis shoes against the gravel.
“Look, a deer!” I said, turning to meet the gaze of my oncoming companion.
He laughed, clearly amused. “Yep, it’s a deer.”
But he wasn’t laughing at the deer. He was laughing at me. I blushed, feeling embarrassed at my enthusiasm, and met his eyes– his golden brown eyes.
We shuffled around awkwardly.
He glanced at his map– obviously looking for the same building as me. “Intro to Voice in the KMB?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said.
He smiled again. “I think this is it.” He gestured to the building to his right (my left).
I swallowed and nodded, following him. Great start, I thought to myself. Now this guy thinks I’m “nature girl”.