The Past Comes Back to Kiss Me

Introducing Sister Sanders... I met her on my mission. We served in the same Ward in a little burb of Dublin. No, we weren't companions, there was a set of Elders and a set of Sisters both serving in that Ward. Almost every night the four of us would end up at the same members house for tea appointments. This went on for the full three months that I served there. It was sort of like going on dates. I mean, if I asked you what a meal, conversation, some subtle (and very slightly inappropriate) flirting during afters sounded like? You would probably say "a date" right?

During the three months we were there we became really good friends and were very close. Nothing inappropriate ever happened (except once without thinking I put my hand on the small of her back as we passed through a doorway - and I consequently felt her turn to stone with shock, to which I flung my hand away smacking my companion behind me. It honestly was 100% accidental and resulted in all 4 of us bursting into laughter)

Unfortunately our comfortable rapport seemed to some members of our ward to be way too comfortable. So, of course one of those nosy, judgmental, crazy members (I'm sure we all know one or two - like some of the anonymous commentors on this blog) took it upon themselves to go to our Mission President and tell him that, Sister Sanders and I, were dating. Apparently, the nark did specifically use the word "dating." Which was absolutely a bald faced lie.

The mission President pulled us into his office and confronted us, separately. I laughed off the accusation, but Sanders took it pretty hard. I remember sitting in the lobby and seeing her walk out her face flushed red and her eyes swollen with tears. It sucked. Even though I'm sure he believed us, our President transferred us both to area's on different sides of the mission and I never saw her again until last week, when she invited me to the Jazz/Spurs game.

Sister Sanders first name is Lisa, but on the mish you pretty much refer to everyone by their last name, so I just call her Sanders. (I still have a hard time using Aaron and Calvin's first names for the same reason) I've always thought Sanders is good looking. She is tall, 5' 10". She has shoulder length wavy dirty blond hair, her eyes are a real-light blue, like the wrapping paper on Kirkland bath tissue that you get at Costco.

On our mission Sanders was one of only three Sisters that I thought were cute. She is also wicked awesome. Sanders is a perfect example of a girl who on the LOS is a 6 or 6.5 but she is so cool and has such a winning personality that it bumps her to a 9 on the OS. Since she's been home she lost probably 20 pounds which means she looks good, but that weight loss wasn't at all necessary for me to find her attractive. The more I got to know her the more attractive she got. Now I think she is sexy. So when she called originally I thought, Sanders is hot, but she lives in Cedar City. I figured it would just be hanging out with an old friend.

That comfortable rapport we got in trouble for came back to us easily. The flirting, now unbridled by Mission rules was pretty fun. We caught up, talked about the old days, and the future and all kinds of stuff. I found out she makes the trek up to Salt Lake once a week or so for work or something.

We hung out again Sunday, she came to the house and we snuggled and watched "UP". She went back to Cedar City Monday morning. I kind of dig her. Always have. Cedar City is pretty far away though so I'm not even going to say we are dating or anything. When I hugged her goodbye I figured I probably wouldn't see her for a while.

Then this morning I woke up to the smell of breakfast. Egg's, bacon, and cinnamon smelled so good. It was an aroma I haven't smelled for a while... never in this house since no one cooks. Today is my birthday, so I smiled and thought, maybe my Mom came over to make me breakfast. Then I noticed Calvin wasn't in his bed and wondered if maybe he was giving it a shot. Last night after our chat interview with busy bee lauren, Calvin said he had a surprise for me. Breakfast would have been a big surprise from him.

I stumbled out to the kitchen, and there were my 4 roommates, sitting around our table while Sanders cooked breakfast. "Happy birthday!" Sanders called out. Calvin pointed out how cute I looked in my undies. I realized I was still just wearing my garments and hurried back into my room to put on some clothes.

Breakfast was awesome.

Afterwards, Sanders and I, started walking to the library. We were crossing the grade school field and I was teasing her about how at her age making breakfast for a bunch of guys seemed a little motherly. See, Sanders is 27! That's right 5 years older than this now 22 year old RM. We joked for a minute or two engaging in some playful banter and she shoved me up against the backstop of the kick ball field and said, "I'm nothing like you're mother." I agreed and spun her around and kissed her. We made-out up against the chain link fence. It was pretty rad.

We never made it to the library. I had to go to work today so we parted ways. When I got to work, in light of my birthday and Veterans Day the boss told me to go home. Sweet!

Sanders is coming to my Birthday Bash tonight, which is good, because she is leaving for Cedar City again tomorrow. I'm not sure what to call "this". I guess she's just my old mission buddy who's hot, 27, and lives 4 hours away... but whatever it is, I like it.

So anyway... no need to send birthday kisses... I already got some.

Jake