The Meeting
I met Alan while serving my mission in New York City. We first served together in Long Island where he quickly proceeded to pick on me to my face and behind my back while he was around his fellow missionaries. We served together for over seven months and still he picked on me. I honestly always believed he was an awesome person and I really wished we were friends. The thing is there were several times when it was just our two companionships together, he would be so nice and considerate and would come talk to me and demand my attention. Also he would always end up sitting next to me when we would have district meetings and district activities. He would always call me over to look at pictures of his niece. She was cute, but I thought it was strange behavior for someone who swore he hated me. I remember torturing him before we left the mission to come home by saying I would make him be my friend when we got home. He said that after that conversation he told all the elders that he would never see me again. Three weeks later (after I came home too) he contacted me on facebook and eventually we started hanging out.
(Alan is sitting next to me as we made sushi for our district activity)
