Before our paths crossed Annie was living in Boise and I was living in Portland. Our first connection occurred 7 years ago as we had mutual friends plan a trip to McCall for the 4th of July. I met so many new friends that trip but as I traveled back home to Portland I could only think of a beautiful dark-brown-eyed girl named Annie. The following year I couldn’t wait to go back to McCall. We “officially” met on this trip. I say officially because Annie introduced herself to me but I had told her we met the prior year. She was perplexed at the notion. I was thrilled she was talking to me but also disconcerted. Could she really not remember me from last year? No, surely she is playing games with me trying to play hard to get. Turns out she really didn’t remember me, I had to prove it through Facebook pictures that I really was there. As our time together over the trip progressed I felt a strong connection to Annie. It came to the point where Annie had to go back home for work. At this point I knew I had to do something, I couldn’t go another year without seeing let alone talking to Annie. I did the only thing I could, I gave her my phone number and quoted the recent summer hit from Carly Rae Jepsen, “Here’s my number… Call me maybe?” Somehow it worked, she probably felt sorry for me. From that day on we were communicating every hour of the day. It was an infatuation that never faded. Living 7 hrs away from each other involved spontaneous drives through the night just to see each other for the weekend. A year had past and it came to the point where I had a career lined up for me in radio. The caveat was I had to move to Hermiston. I knew my relationship with Annie would probably not last long distance. The week before I was to move to Hermiston I called the company and cancelled our plans of employment. I moved back to Boise to pursue the love of my life. Best risk I ever took.