Real. and Real Scary

First. Two things

Wait, I don't know how many things.

But, what I do know is that yesterday was an adventure.

A Real and a real scary one.

Me and this guy, you may remember..Mike? Yeah. Him. The party-er. (What?)
We went to a REAL SALT LAKE SOCCER GAME! It was SO much fun. The Rio Tinto stadium is small--but still big enough for a party. I'm really excited because we have tickets to next week's game against LA GALAXY. And you may remember this guy

...yeah.. DAVID BECKHAM? He'll be there. And hopefully her.

ANYWAYS! After the game (or I should say before it ended so we could beat the crowd) Mike and I headed back to our car! We parked in Sandy and took Trax a few blocks north and walked. So, obviously so we had to take Trax back to the parking lot to get to our car! On our way to the car, a boy (who looked like a teenager) turned around and asked us if we knew when the next Utah Valley bus would come.

Feeling his pain (since I've MISSED that bus..bad night), I told him that the last one had just left and PROCEEDED TO OFFER HIM A RIDE?! (Oh, at the time this seemed totally okay to me. AND legit. Like, I have missed that bus and was SO sad I was stranded--I felt for this guy!) So, without realizing how reluctant Mike was, we proceeded to give him a ride.

He proceeded to tell his whole life story--I'm not sure how much I ACTUALLY believe. He had apparently been given up to foster/adoptive homes when he was 12. He was the oldest of his 12 siblings from his biological parents. There were apparently 3 sets of triplets (is that normal) and one set of twins. They were all given up--and placed in various homes around the state minus two of the siblings who are in New York with his mom's aunt. His mom is a drug dealer/hooker lady that asks him for money, and his dad works as a mechanic and tatoo artist. He still has contact with his parents, even though he was officially adopted by a family in Lehi a year ago. The twin siblings he has apparently have cancer and are living in Logan, and he himself has ADHD and Manic Depression. He is a 'super senior' at Lehi High school. He wants to go to Weber State College for web design and can 'create a website in an hour and type 200 words per minute'. Oh, and he was baptized into the church when he was 14 when his foster mother who was jewish found the Book of Mormon and fell in love with it.

Um. What.

After Mike dropped him off he turned to me and said "DON'T EVER EVER EVER DO THAT AGAIN!" AH! I felt SO stupid. I am TOTALLY naive to things like this. I wouldn't just pick up any old stranger--especially if I was alone or whatever, but I didn't realize until last night how much I really DON'T worry about that maybe I should.

Mike is ALWAYS so good at things like locking car/house doors, shutting things tight, zip locking bags closed, tighening water bottles, keep track of his stuff (namely wallet, watch, chapstick and keys), etc. And. I am not. I mention THOSE things because it's that kind of personality that makes him VERY attentive to details--what's going on--who is doing what--where things are, etc. AND he's super careful!

I am the type that might not screw the cap on the toothpaste tight enough, or don't reseal the bag all the way, or forget where I put my things and have the attitude of "Ooooh, it's oookaaaay! No worries. Oops! Sorry" blah blah blah. And it's THAT kind of attitude that will get me down rape alley because I wanted to help a stupid stray cat (ew, bad example. I hate cats.)

Moral of the story? I needed that wake up call. Pay attention, Annie! Be better (like Mike) and honestly? I will NEVER do that again. Real Scary.

Shoot, I gotta go find my keys to run somewhere....

Bye!