What to do

Alleen Smithee here,

and this is pretty much one of those blogs on self discovery.

And trust me, there is a lot to discover.

I grew up in Saratoga Springs Utah. Land of the water drinkers, land of the polygamists, Land of the mormons. I grew up in the Utah bubble- meaning very protective with almost every store closed on sundays and every monday night filled with mini vans occupying any fast food joint. Wanna know what's crazy about it? I love it. 

I am the middle child of 7 kids. Which is pretty common in Utah. If you are an only child, you most likely just moved here from a different state- or you ate your twin in the womb. But its usually the first one.  I always say my two older brothers raised me, because who else would watch WWE at age 4-12 unless you had two strong older brothers who would not let you have the remote? After them come my sisters: three younger and one older, all having qualities that make you love them no matter what. 

My mother, Monica, moved from Peru to be with my dad, who is from Idaho, to pursue a little thing they call love. They are still the most in love couple i've seen now more than ever. 

I have one best friend, Madi. Friends since the 7th grade, also the only girl I can stand to be around for a long period of time. She is the exactly what a best friend should be, and I couldn't have asked for better.

I graduated High School and then started College at UVU in pursuit of the Culinary Arts. HAH. That's all I can say right now. I have a deep passion for food and the industry but that first year? Jeez Louise. I couldn't see myself putting in the effort to continue. 

And that's how this blog started. not knowing at all what I want to do with my life, but feeling that maybe if I rant it out more that it'll come to me. So prepare for RANTS. 

Although I am not sure what I have in store as far as a career. I know one thing in my life that I am positive about having:

And his name is Andrew.

Might as well be perfect. How else do I describe this almost 6 foot blonde, blue eyed of a man who willingly chooses to love me with all my flaws? What other adjective is worthy of describing the feeling you get when that smile breaks out and his dimples stare back at you? Perfect is the word for everything he does, whether he chooses to believe me or not. (always not)

Andrew is his name, and being sexy is his game. 

MMMMM.
Andrew has taught me more about life.
He has taught me more about connections in physical and mental ways.
Andrew taught me how to fall in love completely.
And here I am today writing in inspiration from my other half, of the life lessons I've learned from being with him.
So hold on tight, as we dig in deeper-
To the best love story ever told. 

I would come and visit Madi at her job, as a chef at a convention center quite frequently. We would carpool to class/ shopping sprees and just had good girly time. At this time I had made a bet with a friend to not have a boyfriend for a whole year so usually all we would talk about was the next guy in pursuit. Me, being the girl who walks in anywhere with skinny jeans and heels walked in one day and met a certain fellow-Andrew. 

In his baseball hat and chef coat I thought he was about 23. Madi introduced him as the new boy in the kitchen and we left. 

Then came December 13th. With Holiday events going on, I chose to help out Madi at her work, meaning a whole day with her crew, and this "new boy". Lucky me!

Andrew and I had our first meaningful encounter when I went into the walk-in and dumped a whole bane of yellow mustard, which to me, wasn't that big of a waste. I remember my face feeling super red and his jaw dropping. He then knelt down and started helping me clean it up, although I kept telling him that his helping was completely unnecessary seeing that it was my fault.  "I'm only helping because I like you." is what he said; then, and two other times later that day. 

Soon after the dinner is out Madi backs me into a corner saying that Andrew had been asking if I was seeing anyone. I remember her face lighting up and saying that he liked me and how cute it was. I just stood there and shook my head. What on earth? Next thing I remembered our little moment while he was mashing potatoes in the back. I later found out, it was just a moment for me. But trust me, if those blue eyes were to stare into yours? Yeah, you would be calling it a moment as well! 

ANYWAYS, After finding out that he had a thing for me I did what any girl does, I flirted. Soon afterwards, he caught my drift.  Little did I know he was already making a bet with the other guys that I would be coming home with him that night. 

He won. When we were about to leave he asked me to give him a ride home. I said yes, and we were off to my station wagon, "Lil Rebel". As I was driving I told him about my exes. And that sly dog held my hand and told me that I would never have to worry about Douche bags again. You could imagine my surprise at his remark. Also how turned on I was with his confidence. 

I drove up to his house and he asks me to come inside. I was so surprised that I just parked the car right then, right now in the middle of the road and followed this angel of a man inside. He led me to his room and we sat on his bed. The whole time we hit it off chatting.  Then I hear him saying that he likes me. My attempt at being sexy and saying, "Do you?" led into me saying that and planting a kiss on him. Not just a kiss though, but me leaning back and us making out on that bed. Damn was I smooth! And wow. His kisses made me feel like no other.  After a bit we stopped and I apologized for just kissing him, when he admits that he was just about to kiss me himself. Then that led to more kisses and then us calling it a night. 

We saw each other every night for the following two weeks. 

Andrew was very different. He was a guy I didn't just want around to mack on. Andrew and I spent hours and hours laying on his bed and just talking. He talked to me with such a maturity for a 19 year old, I was falling for him all to quick. 

it wasn't til I was in one of my college classes, that I realized I had gone too far. When the question of one's future came up, the first thing I thought about was him. My whole body was telling me he was my future. Thats how I knew I  had fallen in love with Andrew. 

Panic shot through me, what have I let myself develop feelings? What was I thinking? I remember freaking out at Madi and telling her who scared I was. Scared of rejection.
Then on Christmas Eve, as we were in his room wrapping my christmas presents for my siblings (I can not wrap to save my life) He told me he had to ask me something. I was in my superman t shirt, shorts, and a high pony tail when I scooted closer trying to get him to tell me already! I cornered him and sat on his lap when he asked me to be official with him. I was beyond surprised. Agreeing to his plea, Andrew and I became boyfriend and girlfriend.
And here I am 7 months later, with the man of my dreams.
I could not be any happier.