I Know It's Silly, But...

Sometimes I believe in silly things.

Like fate.

But only when it's really silly.

Like if you had written six posts centering on--or at least mentioning--yummy-smelling boy, wouldn't you think it was fate if....

• You had dressed up for a ward Father's Day party and looked particularly fetching (mostly because  you had spent an entire week in smelly workclothes and an apron)
• Your hair was done and not in a ponytail
• You had decided on a whim to text your best friend Joe and say, "Hey man! How do you feel about going to a movie?"
• He had said, "Sure, what movie?"
• You had said, "Well, I'm at a ward party so I can't look them up. You suggest one."
• Your best friend, Joe, suggested How to Train Your Dragon which you had been dying to see anyway
• There was only one theater where that movie was playing
• You decided to meet up with him at the theater because you had to go home and get your money because no way was Joe paying for your ticket again
• You got there before him so you were sitting in the middle of the lobby people watching 
• You heard a somewhat familiar-ish voice
• You saw a very familiar face
• You said, "_____?"
• He said, "Chessie?"
• You both exclaimed, "What are you doing here?!"

It was Yummy-Smelling Boy!! In my hometown. At my theater. At the same I was there. We exchanged pleasantries, numbers, tentative plans to hang out should he come down again and should I go up to Logan. And except for the fact that he was going to Toy Story 3, the whole event was quite serendipitous. I got giggly when Joe and I got to our theater, and he mercilessly made fun of me and called me a girl. It's true. I was.

So what do you think?

Fateful?

Should this crush train leave the station?

Haha!