After a long talk in the Daytona on the way home from Mexico about both Doug and I wanting to continue dating other people, it wasn’t two days later that I asked a question. I remember it perfectly. Doug and I were in my apartment talking, Sheila wasn’t home, and it just came out. I asked, “Do you mind if I only date you? You can still date other girls if you want, but I don’t want to date other men.” Doug seemed so happy. He hugged me and said he didn’t want to date anyone else either. We had just been fooling ourselves.
That night was the New Years Eve party for the Palos Verdes singles ward. It was a sports night in the gym with volleyball and other games. Doug and I decided to attend. You’ll never believe who was there…Rand. Doug was sitting on the edge of the stage and I was leaning up against him when Rand approached. While looking right at Doug, the first thing out of Rand’s mouth was, “So, you must be number five.” Totally natural, Doug said “No, I’m Doug.” Rand just gave him a wry smile and walked away.
I was fuming! The number five comes from the fact that I had been asked, up to this point in my life, four times to be married. There were a few more men that wanted to ask, but never got the chance. Rand was making a snide remark about Doug being the fifth man to ask me to marry him, and inferring that he would probably get the fifth rejection as had the previous four. It was a very rude comment to make. Doug had no idea what Rand was referring to, but he said later he could tell it wasn’t very kind.
A few minutes later, I went looking for Rand and a chance to speak my mind. I found him alone and pushed him up against the wall. This wasn’t a physically brutal push where Rand stumbled back or anything. It was more like I put my hands on his chest and applied pressure while he walked backward and had to stop at the wall. I told him in no uncertain terms that Doug was NOT number five, and then I made another comment that really shocked even me. I said, “But if he is, there won’t be a number six!”
That night was the New Years Eve party for the Palos Verdes singles ward. It was a sports night in the gym with volleyball and other games. Doug and I decided to attend. You’ll never believe who was there…Rand. Doug was sitting on the edge of the stage and I was leaning up against him when Rand approached. While looking right at Doug, the first thing out of Rand’s mouth was, “So, you must be number five.” Totally natural, Doug said “No, I’m Doug.” Rand just gave him a wry smile and walked away.
I was fuming! The number five comes from the fact that I had been asked, up to this point in my life, four times to be married. There were a few more men that wanted to ask, but never got the chance. Rand was making a snide remark about Doug being the fifth man to ask me to marry him, and inferring that he would probably get the fifth rejection as had the previous four. It was a very rude comment to make. Doug had no idea what Rand was referring to, but he said later he could tell it wasn’t very kind.
A few minutes later, I went looking for Rand and a chance to speak my mind. I found him alone and pushed him up against the wall. This wasn’t a physically brutal push where Rand stumbled back or anything. It was more like I put my hands on his chest and applied pressure while he walked backward and had to stop at the wall. I told him in no uncertain terms that Doug was NOT number five, and then I made another comment that really shocked even me. I said, “But if he is, there won’t be a number six!”