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invincible, and closer to the truth than I’d ever been. These people seemed to bring out the best in me, and I loved being
around them. So much was changing, and so quickly.
    There was, however, one other inevitability; it was the issue of a mate. I’d bet my father two hundred dollars that I wouldn’t get married until I was twenty-one. I absolutely wasn’t in the market for anything steady.
    One of my roommates, a guy by the name of Mike Sea-wright, owed a hometown girl a favor. She had previously arranged a date for him which had gone well, and now it was his turn to reciprocate. He set me up on a blind date with a woman by the name of Debbie Bosch. Reluctantly, I trudged to her dorm, not knowing what to expect. Standing in front of her dorm room, I sighed and knocked. The door opened just enough for a pretty face to peer through the small vertical crack, and smile.
    I smiled back, elated that she didn’t have a horn growing from her forehead.
    â€œDebbie?” I asked.
    â€œDebbie will be right out,” the face announced. The pretty head disappeared as the door was quickly closed.
    I shook my head. What the hell was I doing this for? I was certain that the scout was now informing an ugly duckling that I was an appropriate mate. I was half turned away when the door opened.
    â€œHi, I’m Debbie,” said a soft voice.
    I turned to see an outstretched hand welcoming me.
    â€œYou must be David. Mike told me a lot about you. Won’t you come in? I’d like you to meet my roommates.”
    I couldn’t speak. I just nodded like a fool and followed her in. I don’t remember much about her roommates; in fact, I don’t even recall speaking to them. All I saw was Debbie. She was a beautiful brunette, with dark, loving eyes that sparkled with purity. She hailed from rural Worland, Wyoming, where she was homecoming queen, valedictorian of her high school class, and winner of a presidential scholarship to BYU.
    I’d never met anyone like her, and from that moment on I followed her like a puppy. I called her every chance I had, sent flowers, even showed up on her doorstep unannounced.
I don’t think I’d ever been in love before, so I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with me. I just knew that this was a very special and exciting woman, and I never wanted to let her out of my sight. I had to do something creative, something drastic—and fast, before I lost her.
    One night, three months after meeting Debbie, I called and asked her for a date, a quiet, romantic dinner. I told her to dress nicely, because we were going to one of the finest restaurants Provo had to offer. With the help of four whiting friends, I dragged a cardboard box to her dorm and set it up in the lobby. I covered it with a red-and-white-checked tablecloth and lit two candles for atmosphere. I positioned two chairs on either side of the makeshift table and turned on the cassette player, which shrieked a not-so-good copy of some Neil Diamond ballad. My friends took up their posts to give us some privacy, and I knocked on the door to retrieve Debbie.
    She looked radiant, and I was nervous as hell about what I was doing. Naturally she thought I was taking her out for dinner; when I seated her in the lobby and pushed her chair closer to the paper table that had been set for her, the look on her face was priceless. I seated myself as one of my friends appeared in a suit with a white terrycloth towel draped over his arm.
    â€œSome sparkling cider for Madam?” he asked, not waiting for a response and slopping the beverage over the edge of the foam cup and onto the table.
    Debbie was tight-lipped, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
    â€œIs everything okay?”
    She snapped, “Exactly what are you up to?”
    I was off to a slow start and sinking fast. I knew it … so did my buddies. I could see it in their faces. One of them approached us with the menus, which were