The first time I met Hilary, I was forming a circle with desks. It was just before a Creative Writing class, and Hil was the new girl, having just added the class at the drop line. I believe we were the only two in the room, so we struck up a conversation. What I remember from that chat is just a few details:
- From the East Coast: Connecticut
- Return Missionary: Portugal Lisboa
- English Teaching Major
- Young Adult Literature Fanatic
I should go on a tangent here, and explain the crisis that was my love life. There was none. I tried to date, but I just couldn't connect with girls on dates. I was feeling the years and felt inadequate. Here I was, in the most concentrated selection of available Mormon women, and I couldn't find a girlfriend. "That's it," I thought, "I'm over it. I'm tired of trying. I'll just date for fun."
So when Hilary and I walked for a little bit after class and talked about Portuguese food, I thought it was nice. And when she emailed me to ask if I wanted to watch The Birds with her and her friends, I didn't think much about it. I just went with it, and I had a great time. Did I mention I'm bad at picking up vibes? I certainly made it difficult for the poor girl. But when she texted me the next week, informing me of an Angolan movie showing at the International Cinema, I finally picked up what she was putting down. I responded we should make a date out of it.