So, He asked me to go to Idaho Falls with him for his brother's birthday and meet his family. Annnd, that's a big deal..right!? I was stoked..hours alone in the car...just him and me...getting our flirt on......
when WHAM! I get a phone call from my mother and the following ensued...
Hey mom what's up?Did I miss you guys!? I wanted to meet this Andy* (name may or may not have been changed for his sake) guy you've told me so much about!Yeah sorry, we left Kaysville a while ago, we're almost to Idaho. Oh, I was trying to remember, is Grandpa from Ashton or St. Anthony?-Ashton.Andy, do you live close to Ashton?-No.Where is Andy from?Shelley, just outside of Idaho Falls.Oh! Ask him if he knows any Ormes.Andy....do you know any Ormes?-Yeah! (surprised face) My grandpa's name is Joseph Orme!-....Mom, is Grandma related to a Joseph Orme?-I dont think so, she has a brother named Emmett and a brother named JC. (Sigh of relief)Her Dad's name was Parley, ask him if he knows a Parley Orme.Andy, do you know a Parley Orme?-(even more surprised/confused face) that's my great grandpa's name...-Wait, so....Is your Grandpa's name JC?!? (TERRIFIED face)-Yeah... Joseph Christopher
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the moment I found out I'd been dating my second cousin.
It was awful. terrible. disappointing. hilarious. He may or may not have announced the whole story to our ward the next day at church. And now I may or may not need to transfer my records because I'm so embarrassed.
I have a big fat, incestual crush on my second cousin.
Fail. Fail. Fail.