day 2:

{your first love}

okay. i'm gonna be honest....

i'm kind of at a loss of what to write for this one. i don't believe i have ever been in love (and that's the honest truth. maybe you'll understand when i explain my idea of love for day five). so i'm going to change that to:

my first like.

his name was tyler. tyler hansen.

his sister was best friends with my sister.
his mom was my preschool teacher.
he was a grade above me.
i loved him from afar.
he was the first guy i ever paired first and last names with: "anna hansen"

...wait wait wait. "first love" implies that there was some returned affection? shoot. maybe tyler doesn't count. oh well. i'll continue.

one day, when my sister was on the phone with his sister, and my sister was talking to tyler (don't ask me why) i said, "ask him if he likes me!" and she did.
his reply?
from 0 - 100%....
his level of affection for me was a 60%.

i was elated.
this meant he liked me more than he didn't like me, right?!

oh baby.

anyway. i think he thought i was a little weird. because i was in like for with him for most of my young existence. for years, really. and he always knew i liked him. and i'd be at his house for preschool. and i think we were even in the same ward. and i always wanted to see him. his family and my family were good friends.

later, once i moved to utah and became a tad bit more mature (not too much, folks), i got over it.

but sometimes i go visit and if i see him i get all nervous again and act all weird. it's rather embarrassing. because now i don't even know the guy.


and don't worry. i've facebook stalked him once or twice.