Before I begin, I want to clarify. Code names are the greatest thing in the world. Most women of interest or potential interest in my life have received a code name, often with the help of friends or my brother. These code names allow the open conversation about these people in public, without anyone truly knowing the identity. It is a common practice between my friends and I, and I think many people can relate. Some code names include:
The Ice Princess
The Mockingbird
Coheed and Cambria
The Professional
And the list goes on, and on.
But there's one code name, that I have learned recently. Her name is Muriel (Muriel's real code name has been slightly altered for sake of anomisty - I don't want anyone finding out Muriel's secret by revealing her true code name). Let me tell you about Muriel... and what I've learned about life from Muriel.
Muriel has a secret identity, if I told you it, I would have to kill you, but I probably wouldn't have the chance, because Muriel might just get to me first. I met Muriel when I was 18 years old, within the first week or two at BYU, and we've always had an interesting relationship. Sometimes, I wonder if Muriel is the female version of me (with slight personality and quality differences - she's a much better person than I am myself)... which has proved to create an interesting friendship, to say the least. After my mission, I took Muriel on a date or two, but I was previously attached to another person at the time being. My potential romantic history/future (remember, potential being the word) isn't the point of this blog however... and no Muriel, (yes she will be reading this), this is not an undying confession of my love for you. Sorry.
I thought I knew Muriel however, until one day, she let slip that she had a blog under a secret identity. Her secret identity, being Muriel of course, was a way for her to blog about the events in her life, her many escapades with boys (trust me there are many, many, many stories), her obsession with key historic figures in our nation's evolution, amongst other uplifting and entertaining things. To say the least, I feel like I have read Muriel's diary, and frankly, it's made me realize something.
Muriel, I don't know if we could ever be. (Ok so maybe this did have a romantic flavor). I wear skinny jeans, cuff my pants above the ankles, am growing my hair out, I get mushy pretty fast, don't play rugby, don't really fish anymore, and I don't wear baseball hats.
BUT - I often am told I have a resemblance to Peter Pan, I don't ever want to grow up, and I do have this obsession with heights, tree forts, and going on adventures. So Muriel, this one's for you!
