It was Fall 1996 and I had met a cute guy named Avi Fox. We'd gone out on a date, but it didn't go so well. Maybe I'll write about that another time. The short of it was that he was quite fresh off his mission and he was still weird about girls.
Still, we would cross paths on the campus of Brigham Young University quite regularly and the flirtatious sparks would fly. One morning Avi says, "Hey, do you want to go to the new Star Trek movie, First Contact, tonight?"
Ooh, cute guy is asking me out on a date. Umm, I really don't care anything at all about Star Trek, but ooh... cute guy is asking me out on a date. I can pretend I care about Star Trek.
I am in my apartment of six lovely ladies, #148 at the Glenhole. Oh, I mean the Glenwood. I think they've done some rennovations, but it kind of was the GlenHOLE when I lived there. I was gussied up and waiting for my date, Avi Fox, to come pick me up. I'm waiting. I'm waiting. Where is he?
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK (frantic).
Abe (out of breath): "Are you ready? Let's go! "
I quickly follow him out the door and out to a running car filled with several other people. Some of whom are other cute girls. Hmmm. What's going on? I quickly make two bad realizations.
1) Avi Fox almost forgot me.
2) This is NOT a date. It's not even a group date. This is a group of people going to see a movie I CARE NOTHING ABOUT!
We get to the theater and the large group (not just our car full) are arranging seating. As it turns out, Avi was sitting at the far end of the row in front of me next to another girl. I believe her name is Lisa, but that's not important.
What can be done? Nothing. I know nothing about Star Trek and I care even less. I am humiliated, MAD and trapped at the theater. My only recourse is to go to sleep. Avi Fox keeps turning around to look at me, but I don't notice-- I'm steaming and snoring.
Upon returning to the Glenhole, Avi Fox quickly came to my door and apologized and said I was the girl he really wanted to sit by. Smart boy. And he was really cute-- so I forgave him. We had a nice talk and the rest is histoy. History that should still be written down, but that's pretty much the end of that story for this post.
May 2009--Star Trek movie comes out. Oh JOY!!! I happily encourage Abe to go see it with anybody he wants to, however many times he wants to. Just not with me.
He came home gushing over how great it was. He monopolized conversations with people for weeks afterwards elaborating on Star Trek intricasies. He apologizes again for the 1996 Star Trek incident and begs me to go with him.
I agree to go when it comes to the dollar theater. It's definitely not worth $7.50! I think someone should pay me to watch it! This weekend my number was up. Star Trek finally arrived at the dollar theater. I figured if there was enough butter on the popcorn I could endure anything.
I was more than pleasantly surprised. I QUITE enjoyed it. I was sad when it ended. And I had Abe with me to explain every little Star Trek inside joke to me. I guess this means our relationship has come full circle. I even watched Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan with my people for FHE tonight. However, the actors were NOT as good looking as in the new movie, so that took away some of the enjoyment. I shouldn't push myself too quickly.
FYI-- Abe was taking a Hebrew class at BYU and as there were two other Abrahams in his ward he decided to go by Avi (a shortened form of Avraham). We were engaged before I realized--"Hey, that's not really your name and nobody else in the world calls you that!)