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  1. Have it your way

    March 14, 2009 by Ryan

    Yes, your honor. I’ll be happy to explain to the court what happened.

    February 14, 2001, was our first Valentines together. And being the romantic that I am, I reasoned that all the restaurants would be full that day, so we should do something simple for a V-Day dinner, and go to someplace fancier on a different night when it would be less crowded.

    Yes, your honor. She did willingly agree to go along with the plan. And with that logic, that is how we ended up eating at Burger King.

    When the court stops laughing, may I remind them that I am a witness here today, to testify about what I saw – not to stand trial for my own foolish actions?

    Thank you, your honor. We had ordered our meal, and were two of three people dining in the restaurant that evening. We were engaged in conversation, and barely noticed as another couple entered through the front doors and drifted toward the counter, where they stopped and studied the menu, carefully weighing their own dining options.

    A few minutes later, two young ladies came in the same front door of the restaurant. One of them recognized the young man. I do not recall the exact conversation, but the best I can remember, it went like this: She called his name – loud enough so the entire restaurant had her attention. She hurried up to his side, all the while loudly saying, “I thought I recognized you!” She had now reached the vicinity of his immediate person, set her hand on his shoulder. Though she was well within a range that he could hear her in normal volume, she increased her volume yet again, and continued, “YOU LOUSY NO-GOOD TWO-TIMING CHEATING” and then continued the rant using words that, as a religious man, I am uncomfortable repeating.

    Her speech continued at full volume, as she called him many names that would make a sailor blush. One of the things that she mentioned that stood out to me was “…AND I HAVE TO FIND OUT ON VALENTINES DAY THAT YOU…” Neither the young man, nor the young woman who had accompanied him to the restaurant, seemed surprised by any of this. They knowingly looked at each other, and began walking, arm in arm, back through the restaurant and out the front door. The vocal girl followed one step behind them, continuing to yell loudly her complaint. The other young lady, who had accompanied Miss Conversationalist into the restaurant, was somewhat embarrassed by all of this. She had stayed standing by the doors, and looked like as the parties exited that she would take the roll of trying to mediate the situation – perhaps make sure that no one would become injured, and unsuccessfully attempt to calm down her bigmouthed friend.

    Immediately after their departure from the building, everyone – staff and diners – was stunned silent. After a few seconds, I turned toward the counter, and called out with a loud voice so that all could hear, “I think they will have their order to go.” That ice-breaking comment brought smiles to all, and everyone resumed their previous actions.

    There was one more interesting piece to this story. Several minutes later (at least five, perhaps closer to ten), the broken-hearted sweetheart returned. She poked her head in the doors, and called again in a loud, but more mellowed voice, “Hey everyone. I wanted to apologize. I’m sorry,” she said. After a brief pause, she continued, “THAT MY EX-BOYFRIEND IS A TWO-TIMING SNAKE…” and continued with a rant similar to the one already demonstrated. Her friend reappeared, embarrassed again, and pulled her out the door to take her to safety.

    And that, your honor, was the memorable experience we had on our first Valentines date. Ah, amour!

  2. The Gumball Engagement

    April 27, 2001 by Ryan

    Here is Glorajean’s Story:

    It had been an unusually wonderful day for me and I’d even noted thus to Ryan. We had just finished a short business meeting in the lobby of the building his Top Dawg Computers office is located in. On the way out he suggested that we stop by his office and make sure he had everything he needed, a normal procedure, we’d done this before, thus, I didn’t suspect a thing. The first thing I noticed as Ryan turned on the light switch was a new bubble gum machine. Ever since I was a little girl I’ve been a sucker for gum ball machines. Thus, I asked when he’d put it in his office while searching in my pockets for any loose change, wanting of course to get a gum ball and be one of his first customers. Thus, I said, “If I had a quarter I’d buy one… It is a quarterisn’t it?” I guess I was falling right into the whole thing, completely unaware of what was about to happen. Ryan suggested that he had a quarter I could use, and I was glad that he had offered.

    Ryan then suggested that we use up the last few pictures on his roll of film, so we could get our Nauvoo pictures back, and then he could have pictures of me as his first gum ball machine customer. I wholeheartedly agreed. I definitely wanted to get the Nauvoo pictures back and if that meant taking a few fun pictures by his new gum ball machine, that was wonderful, as far as I was concerned. He then handed me a new 2001 quarter and got Jim, the landlord to take a picture for us. I then realized that it was a new 2001 quarter and one that my friend in France that is collecting them, had not yet received. Thus, being oblivious to the whole situation I said, “Hey, Ryan, I need this quarter. I need to trade you for it. It’s the new one! I don’t have it yet. I’m sending them to my friend in France.” Ryan looked a little distracted by this fact but agreed that I could trade him for it when we got to my house, and then he looked in his change container to get me another quarter as Jim was talking to me about the new quarters and how he gets a bunch of them and I should let him know so that he can help me get them. Shortly, Ryan handed me another quarter, I looked at it and in absolute disbelief I laughingly sputtered out, “I don’t know if I have that one either!” Then Jim proceeded to tell me a little more about the other new quarter, that had just come out. Ryan seemed a little anxious to get the ‘show on the road’, and I was, unknowingly of course, being rather complicated. I then heard Ryan say, “This is a 1989 quarter,” to which I replied “Oh, Great!” and was quite enthusiastic to finally find a quarter I didn’t need and to actually get a gum ball.Ryan then suggested we get a picture of both of us standing by the machine, so we smiled and got the picture. Then I placed the quarter in the machin, they told me that I’d have to turn it hard, because it was new. So I slowly turned the handle thinking that Jim was going to take my picture turning it but he didn’t. Then I heard the gum ball drop and as I started to open the lid, I almost said, “I wonder what color I got.” But as I opened the lid I was thrown off and didn’t say a word at all. There was a little plastic toy container in front of the pink gum ball. I was about to say, “did you know that there are prizes in your machine, along with some of the gum balls?” But upon closer inspection I realized that it wasn’t just any prize inside of the container, it was a ring. I cried out “WHAT?” in total unbelief, and as I realized that it truly was a ring and opened it, I happily said, “Nu-uuh…” It was a complete surprise, just as I’d wanted it to be. To which Ryan promptly responded by kneeling down and ever so sweetly saying, “Glorajean McConnell, will you marry me?” In complete surprise, joy, and mixed emotions on whether I should laugh or cry with pure happiness I threw my arms around him and said “Yes!”

    Here is Ryan’s Story:After a short business meeting held in the lobby of the building where I house the world headquarters of my store, Top Dawg Computers, Glorajean and I walked down the hallway. As we passed my door, I stopped, hesitating, thinking. I then offered outloud, “Let’s look in and see if I have everything I need for tomorrow.” Glorajean agreed, and we entered.

    I flipped the light switch on, and motioning as though I was looking for what I might have needed to take with me for tomorrow, I walked to my desk, where I subtly pressed the “Enter” key on my computer, activating the hidden microphone. Glorajean, meanwhile, noticed the obvious new addition to my office… a gum ball machine. She asked when I put that in, and I replied that just today I had installed it. She then said wishfully, “If I had a quarter, I’d buy one!” (This brought a little smile to my face, as that was exactly my plan). I offered, “I have a quarter, you can use.”

    Then thinking about it, she asked, “Is it a quarter?”

    “Actually, it is… but this gives me an idea. I’ve got four pictures (on this roll of film), and then we can get the Nauvoo pictures (developed). I’ll get some pictures of you being my first gum ball customer!” Glorajean laughed at the idea, and said “Sure!” I handed her a shiny 2001 quarter as I went out to the hallway to see that Jim, the landlord, just “happened to be” walking by.

    While Jim “agreed” to take the photo, Glorajean realized, “Hey, Ryan, I need this quarter (for a collection). I need to trade you for it. It’s the new one! I don’t have it yet. I’m sending them to my friend in France.”

    Jim, owner of several gum ball machines — including this one, offered, “Well, you should let me know… I took $160 dollars in quarters to the bank today.” While I dug into my change purse there in the office, Jim and Glorajean talked about the newest quarters, figuring out which ones she did not have yet. I patiently waited, then offered her another quarter. Glorajean took it, and then laughing exclaimed, “I don’t know if I have that one either!” Again she and Jim resumed a discussion on which quarters exactly where released most recently, and which ones she did not have. When I could break in to get her attention, I offered her another quarter, explaining, “This one is a 1989 Quarter!” being fairly certain that she would not be trying to collect that. “Oh, great!” Glorajean proclaimed, taking it from me.

    I suggested that we get a picture posing in front of the machine, which was actually part of the ruse to give Jim a chance to take a practice shot, since my camera can be a little tricky to someone not familiar with the feel of the button. We posed, and Jim snapped a photo. Then Glorajean slipped in the quarter, ready to become my first customer. She turned the knob slowly, thinking that Jim was going to take a picture of her doing that. But he had something else in mind to take a photo of, coming in just a moment. We heard the quarter drop in, and then heard the mechanism open and drop a gum ball. She finished turning the knob to its starting position, and was about to say, “I wonder what color I got?” She cut off her own sentence almost before it began, however, when she did not see a gum ball come out first. Instead, there was a toy plastic bubble, and inside something round and shinny. “WHAT?!” she hollered. Then, as the realization set in, she softly said, “N,” “uhh…” I took that as my que, and on one knee, asked, “Glorajean McConnell, will you marry me.” I had actually practiced it in French, but at the moment I could not remember how to say it, so I fell back to English. Which was just as well, for she said “Yes” and appreciated it all the same.

    P.S. Due to the incredible financial loss from my one and only gum ball sale (took in only $0.25 and dispensed out well over that amount), I was forced to return the machine to it’s owner and retire from the candy business. But I’d say it was well worth it. =)

  3. How We Met

    November 29, 2000 by Ryan

    Glorajean’s Story

    The Moment We First Met

    It started out as one of my normal Wednesday routines, early morning institute meetings and then some studying in the Institute lounge. This Wednesday I was particularly intent on getting some reading (that I was quite behind on) caught up. I wasn’t going to let anything distract me and was determined to keep focused on my reading. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that someone sat down in the chair next to me, but I kept reading. Then a few seconds later I saw a flash (from a camera I figured, but I didn’t think they were taking a picture directly of me and paid little heed to it). However, after the second flash (and I’m told it was actually the third flash) I knew something was going on, especially when I noticed that the person that had sat by me was snickering. I looked up at him and innocently asked, “Did someone just take my picture?” He then went to explain that it had been Brother Church and that he had been taking some pictures for a project he was working on and had asked him to sit next to “Gloria?… No,” he corrected himself, “I believe he said Glora.” I informed him he had heard right and was quite impressed that he’d remembered, it isn’t the easiest name to remember, especially the first time you hear it. I then asked what his name was and he paused for a minute, cracked a darling joke (I adore a good sense of humor), and then he told me his name was Ryan. We didn’t have much time to talk but the conversation was enjoyable. He also mentioned that he thought he knew what Brother Church was up to (I figured that he was probably right). I felt something different about Ryan, and in just the few moments we’d talked I felt like I’d learned a lot from him and about him… his spirituality, his sense of humor, his rugged good looks, and his overall aura impressed me. I was excited when he gave me a business card and casually mentioned- but mentioned twice- that I should e-mail him. I knew from that first encounter that he could easily become one of my nearest and dearest friends and I think deep inside I hoped that some day it might be more than that… it was a wonderful first impression… and with time the impression has only gotten better and better. I’m so very thankful that Brother Church “tricked” us into meeting each other!

    Ryan’s Recounting

    The Moment We First Met

    It was November 29th, 2000. I was visiting with Brother Church about something or another at the Orem Institute of Religion. It happened that this day we were visiting in the main office. He looked out the window toward the lobby, and casually interjected into the conversation the question, “Do you see that girl sitting right out there reading?” I looked to the direction he was looking, and to my viewpoint, there were two young ladies sitting ‘right out there reading.’ I made some comment asking if he was referring to the one dressed in yellow. This was apparently not the right person, and he resumed talking upon the topic we had been discussing previously.

    A few minutes later, our topic ended, he sparked with an idea. He asked me if I was familiar with an advertising project he was working on for the Institute. Even though I was, he explained to me that he was attempting to get photos of students around the institute doing different things, and wanted me to go and sit next to that girl out in the lobby. I was instructed to pick up an Ensign magazine and pose for the photo.

    Not suspecting anything, I did as I was told. I opened to a page, posed a bit for the camera, and observed Brother Church walk around the two of us, taking about three pictures. As the second picture was being snapped, it occurred to me that although there were other students in the lobby, he was only photographing the two of us. I was also surprised that the lady next to me had not so much as flinched when the camera flashed. The third photo was taken, which only the two of us as the subjects, and then it was confirmed in my mind what Brother Church was trying to do. He didn’t really want our photos for the ad… he wanted us to make an introduction. I began to laugh to myself under my breath. Brother Church flashed a satisfied smile as he walked around the corner and disappeared down a hallway.

    It was at this point that the beauty next to me stirred. She looked up at me, out of a daze, and asked, “Did somebody just take my picture?” I briefly explained to the stranger what had just happened, adding my conclusion that I think he wanted us to make an introduction.

    We exchanged names and began conversing. She explained that she had learned good study / concentration skills from living in a family with 7 other siblings. I told her about how Brother Church had tried in the past to “set me up,” but admitted that this was certainly the most subtle of any he had done up to that point. Our initial conversation probably lasted about 10 minutes, as I had a class to go off to. But it was a wonderful conversation, and there was something that immediately clicked there, unlike normal first encounters. I gave her my business card, and invited her to e-mail me if she would like. She said she would do so.

    I went to my class, and afterward I slipped into Brother Church’s office. He was not there, so I typed a note for him and left it on his computer screen. The note answered some of the topics he and I had talked about that morning, and casually asked him what he knew of this “Glora” girl that he had introduced me to that morning.

    I received later that day, two e-mails, at about the same time. One was from Brother Church, with a glowing report and testimony of her goodness, talents, and person; The other was a friendly greeting from Glorajean herself. And that was the story of our introduction.

    Brother Lewis Church’s Telling

    The Moment We First Met

    I was in the process of putting together a full color flyer to advertise the Institute. It was to include a cropped version of “Lost No More” a lovely painting of the Savior overseeing some lambs. I wanted to include some local reality photos of students in classrooms, students involved in a service project and students just lounging around and relaxing in the Institute building. I had a camera in my suit coat pocket as I sat at a secretary’s desk in the main Institute office. Ryan was in the office visiting generally with Sister Riley and with me. I looked out of the office window and saw Glorajean sitting in the lobby in one of two side-by-side chairs quietly reading. I said to Ryan, “See that cute girl with the long, dark, curly hair? Go sit in the chair next to her and I’ll take your picture for this flyer I’m working on.” Obediently Ryan, strode out to the lobby and sat in the vacant chair. I followed a minute or two later and knelt down about 3 or 4 feet away from Gj and took two flash pictures. Neither of you moved or blinked. I then got to my feet and walked into the main lounge and took some pictures of some more students.

    Unfortunately, I was unable to use the pictures of Ryan and Gj because she was looking down into her book in such a way that her hair blocked the view of her face. I had to use other photos for my flyer. Ryan told me a day or so later that after I took the pictures, Gj turned to him and said: “Did somebody just take our picture?” Ryan responded “Yes.” This brief question and briefer answer led to a conversation which included exchange of e-mail addresses and eventually long conversations, and eventually (I surmise) a kiss or two. Both Ryan and Gj dropped in at my office with some regularity with the excuse to see what I was doing, when in reality they wanted to see what each had told me about the other. I did my best to be a good messenger boy, and to fill in the blank spots with as much information and encouragement as I could dream up. It was all downhill from there. Ah! love! Ain’t it grand? And may they live happily ever after!