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Finding My One

by Jessica Black, who helps produce "The Matt Townsend Show"

Not very many people are lucky enough to find the love of their life, let alone when they are 12 years old. I don’t know if it was his baby face or my incredibly awkward reaction to boys, but either way, we were slow in the making. We were just your average 7th graders who couldn’t help but be drawn to each other. He would do silly impressions and I refused to hug boys. We didn’t know anything. But somewhere in between the acne, the late nights, and staying up to text each other, we fell in love. 

I remember it like it was yesterday. I knew I wanted to go with him to Prom, and I would use every resource I had to let him know that. My friends left subtle hints that I wanted to go with him. But these “subtle hints” turned out to be as subtle as a gun. He knew I wanted to go with him, but did he want to go with me? There were other boys wanting to go, but they were not him. I got a letter from a boy asking me to Prom, and the same day, a text came from Dallin saying he wanted to go and had heard someone else was going to ask me. Naturally, I wanted to throw in the towel and say “I’m all yours!” But who was this mystery man? I would take a guess and leave hints to the other boys that I was taken. But I would keep getting these secret letters with no name. I felt so guilty for spending some boy’s money that I wasn’t even going to go with. Then the huge bouquet of roses arrived. Seriously though, I may have been slightly shorter then, but it seems like they were at least the size of a small chair. This was too much! They must’ve cost someone a fortune. The letter read, “I know I’m not your first choice, but please give me a chance. You can open the letter hidden in the flowers to find out who wants to take you to the dance.” Buried deep in the flowers was a note I failed to notice before. I opened it and it was from my future husband, asking me to Prom. That snake in the grass! I was so mad! I was stressing out this whole time and it was him all along! 

I am not one to let things go, so this meant war. He played me like a fiddle and I planned to get him right back. I plotted and planned and the big day came. 

He stormed into class and said, “You!” I may or may not have planted some spices that looked similar to drugs and containers that looked like beer bottles in his car. And, I may or may not have asked the local policeman to pull him over in front of the school right when everyone was going to class. (To this day, he still has anxiety about police cars!) But what can I say? It was the beginning of our happily ever after. We fell in love and were married 5 years later. 

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