2 Guys, A Girl, & A Football Ticket

"Emily! Telephone!" Heather yelled up the stairs.

I picked up the upstairs extension and yelled back, "Got it!"

"Hello?"

"Is this Emily?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"My name is Doug and I think we're related. I was looking people up on StalkerNet aka BYU's Student Directory and saw that you are listed under our last name. Since this isn't a typical name, I thought I'd call you up and see if we might be cousins."

"Um...well, it's possible. Was there something specific you wanted to know?" I asked, a bit hesitantly.

"My roommate and I are going to the BYU v. Stanford football game and we have an extra ticket. Wanna come?"

"Sure. Where do you want to meet?" I responded.

"Why don't we come pick you up?"

"Since you obviously have my phone number, I'm assuming you also have my address. Sounds great. See you soon."

"Okay, great."

About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the back door. I answered it and a man with curly brown hair and glasses was standing there. He looked harmless so I walked out to the car with him. His roommate was waiting in the front seat. I got in, fastened my seat belt, and we were on our way to the football game.

It was your typical BYU game--nothing really outstanding. I don't even remember if we won. (If I probably cared more about my alma mater's football stats, I could google it, but I have more important things to do with my time.) I remember we were sitting in the East side stands on the 50 yard line with the sun setting in our eyes. Doug told me about his family and how there weren't a whole lot of Mormons he had met with our last name. We talked about what family history we did know and who we were related to. And we watched the game.

When the game ended, his roommate opted to walk home. It was faster to cut through traffic and neighborhoods on foot than sit in the car waiting for traffic to clear up. Doug and I sat in the car on University Ave next to a blue sedan. We were joking around and Doug dared me to blow a kiss at the man driving the car. So, I turned, caught the man's attention, blew him a kiss, and waved my fingers at the gorgeous blonde sitting next to him. I turned around to make a "what-else-you-got?" face at Doug and he was cracking up. He didn't believe I would actually do it.

"Look back over there!" Doug exclaimed.

The couple were making out in the front seat of the car. The woman looked over at us and winked. By this time, other people had noticed what was going on and car horns were going off, egging us all on. Doug grabbed me, exclaiming that we could totally do a better job than they were. And he and I pretended to make out. We weren't very good actors since we were both laughing so hard. Someway we are related because of the competitive nature and prankster attitude.

When I walked in the door to my apartment, Heather asked, "Where have you been? I didn't know you left."

"You know that phone call I got earlier?" I asked her. "I went with that guy to the football game."

"When did you meet him? I didn't think you were dating anyone. Is he nice?" She asked.

"I met him when he called me on the phone. We have the same last name and have decided we're probably related. He invited me to accompany him and his roommate to the game. They had an extra ticket, so I went." I explained.

"You went to a football game with a stranger who called you on the phone?? Don't you know that's how people get killed!! What were you thinking? Please tell me you asked to see his Driver's License or Student ID before you left with him." Heather yelled.

"I was thinking it was a free ticket to a football game. And, no, I didn't think to ask for identification. It was great fun!"

I happily ran up the stairs to prepare for Monday classes, relaxed after a wonderful Saturday spent at LaVell Edwards Stadium.