After I graduated from college and long before I was married I had one specific girl friend that I hung out with all the time. Andi was a lot of fun and we both liked to be around each other. We spent a few years spending all of our spare time together. We both liked going to Salt Lake City to the clubs. We both loved to go to concerts. We both loved the sun and fun. And, of course, we both loved the boys.

I’m not sure how it happened but Andi and I always seemed to have boyfriends at the same time. Thus making us also single at the same time. This system worked out great for us as we never had the guilt from ditching your friend for your new boyfriend. At the start of one particular summer we were both dating new guys that the other had yet to meet. Andi had been talking up her new guy something fierce. Apparently this new guy was smart and hott and came from a good family and had a good job. Andi was smitten.

(My current boyfriend wasn’t smart or hott or from a good family. And he didn’t have a job. But that’s a story for another day.)

Andi was super anxious for me to meet her new boyfriend. So anxious that she brought him into my work so I could meet him on my lunch break.

Andi was right, Tony was hott. He had dark black hair and light eyes. He smiled and his perfectly formed teeth shimmered from their sheer brightness. Andi introduced me to Tony. We both said “hi” and then Tony started to say something. I have no idea what Tony said but I know it was lame. The minute, no, the second Tony opened his mouth he instantly became less hott.

This guy was a complete tool. He wasn’t smart. He wasn’t funny. He wasn’t anything except a compete and utter tool. I instantly forgot about his perfect hair and his perfect teeth. All I wanted to do was get as far away from Tony as I could.

I spent the rest of the summer trying to avoid double dates with Andi and Tony. Thankfully, eventually, she broke up with him.

Phew. I thought I was going to have to stop being Andi’s friend simply because she might marry this guy.

Tony, who was pretty on the outside, became ugly once I saw his insides.

Wesley was five years older then me, and yet somehow we became friends my senior year of high school. He was over a foot taller then me and double my width. Due to a childhood accident Wesley had damage to his vocal chords that caused his voice to be low and raspy. His quiet voice didn’t match his huge stature, which made him stick out even more in a crowd. Wesley didn’t look like Brad Pitt or Rhett Miller. But he had a heart of gold. When I was around him I instantly felt better about myself and my teenage-angst-filled life.

His insides were pretty so Wesley became pretty to me.

And this surprised me, although I’m not sure why. It’s just like my mom always told me and like all the lessons at church. What you are like on the inside really does affect how you look on the outside.

And I guess as I got older I really did realize this more. I found myself initially drawn to the hott boys, but soon realized that maybe they weren’t so hott once I got to know them a little better. I quickly learned it was super rare to find someone I liked on the outside and the inside. It made sense to me then, when I first laid eyes on The King, that I was floored that someone so freakin’ attractive on the outside could be so striking on the inside too. I guess it’s when you find the person that is just so compelling that have to stop everything and marry them. Right?

It’s what I did.

Here’s hoping I’ll still find him just as attractive on the inside after the next two days of being stuck in a car with him and Babboo.

And here’s hoping he’ll still find me attractive on the outside after his requested alone-adult-time in my parent’s barn this weekend.

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