Speed Dating: The Follow-up

3/04/2013 The Blue Stocking 2 Comments

So you’re probably all wondering, “how did the date with you and the Smith’s guy go?” (let’s just call him Smith). Well, it didn’t happen.

In fact, not only did he not take me out, but now he is avoiding eye contact with me at church. What the devil? He asked me out. It’s not like I grabbed his phone, put my digits in, and proceeded to follow him about campus with binoculars (I only do that with guys that look like Ryan Gosling).

Situations like these always take me back Halloween 2011:

There I was, in the middle of the dance floor doing ma thang. Then he came in. A 6’4 lumberjack. Our eyes met across the dancing bodies and we found our way to each other. The next 30 minutes were spent discussing our hopes and dreams for the future. Then our clasped hands were ripped apart as his friends stole him away. I watched as he walked from me and just as his body was about to disappear into the crowed, he turned around and looked at me. He whispered something into his friends ear (I’m only guessing, but it was probably along the lines of “I can’t leave her” or “she’s the one”). And just as quickly as he had left, he was standing in front of me asking for my number.   

Ok, fine, the actual encounter probably went along the lines of:

I was at a Halloween party freezing in the almost November air. As I made my way out of the hectic scene I ran into him. A 6’0 boy in plaid. We tried talking, but it quickly turned into a screaming match as we strained to be heard over the crazed crowd. After about 5 minutes his friends came and whispered something in his ear. He said goodbye and started his journey through the mass of bodies. Halfway through he turned around and asked for my number.

Guess what both versions have in common? HE NEVER CALLED.

Boggles my mind. Why do guys go to all the trouble of getting our number and asking us out and then never taking us anywhere. That would be like me going to Smiths, buying a carton of ice cream, and NEVER EATING IT.


So Smittie never took me out. I’m pretty sure he’s under the impression of being the ward hottie *snort*. Ahh who am I to break that delusion. Hopefully we can find a way to not be totally awkward around each other. 

Also, guess who I ran into at Costa Vida? Gem aka the green-eyed-man. There I was just getting some soda when I heard someone behind me say "Hey didn't we go on a date last week." I turned around to face those intimidating eyes. I say with great pride I was able to play it cool as we briefly chatted about our "date."

Well, that was my week, I hope yours was great. 

-The Bluestocking

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