Confusion begets confusion.

11/22/2013 The Lady 2 Comments

Because I am often not at home, nor particularly close with my roommate, Mary, there are a few gaps in what I know about her complex amour with The Bearded Hobbit. All I can relate are my own perceptions and speculations.

Earlier this week, I do know that Mary and The Bearded Hobbit went out on a date and another time for lunch, and then Mary had him and his roommates over again for dinner (no boef bourguignon this time) and a movie. I was back and forth between making my own dinner and doing laundry, but Mary and The Bearded Hobbit were sitting awfully close on the couch despite there being plenty of room. I stayed in the room long enough to witness Mary rest her hand on The Bearded Hobbit's leg. "Aha!" I thought, "Now everything is cleared up!" Until I looked at The Bearded Hobbit himself. He was just sitting there, neither resisting nor encouraging her affection. Nothing. The entire time I was in the room, he did nothing in the manner of reciprocation and nothing to reject her. 

I hoped that it was me just being hypercritical of this strange little man's body language, but later events that week suggest otherwise. I was at ward choir practice minding my own business when The Bearded Hobbit showed up with the Nineteen-Year-Old-Nuisance in tow. He was even carrying her violin. Ugh. 

Now I'm faced with a major dilemma: do I tell Mary or let her find out on her own?

Con Amor, 
The Lady

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Everything means something.

11/16/2013 The Lady 4 Comments

Some things are never really in the past. For Mr. Cowboy that is especially true. Despite the fact that the two of us have not been Facebook friends for quite a while now, he messages me every so often. A fact which will never cease to be a mystery to me. Just yesterday, Mr. Cowboy messaged me again sending me some dumb YouTube video that he said reminded him of yours truly. I thought to myself, "Lady, you can let Mr. Cowboy bother you until the end of your days, or you can act as though it isn't a big deal and you can be cordial." So in response, I made a sarcastic joke. Mr. Cowboy became defensive. I made a joke about his being defensive. He became even more defensive, then stormed off {virtually} never to be heard from again {at least for now}. Needless to say, we don't know each other anymore.

Now back to my roommate, Mary, and The Bearded Hobbit. 

Last Saturday, Mary had invited The Bearded Hobbit and his roommate over for dinner. She pulled out all the stops. And I mean ALL the stops. She made Julia Child's boef bourguignon. Yes, the it-takes-several-hours-to-cook and several-cups-of-red-wine boef bourguignon. I was nervous that it was all too much. Most girls would just cook tacos or something. Boef bourguignon is a statement meal. It is a this-is-the-sort-of-food-I-would-cook-for-you-if-we-were-married sort of meal. But it all went off surprisingly well and I breathed a sigh of relief. 

Until Sunday afternoon that is. 

I had an interview with my bishop after our ward's meetings, and as I was only one in a long line of interviews, I sat in the foyer with Mary until it was my time. After a while I realized that Mary wasn't waiting for an interview with the bishop, but rather for something else entirely. She kept looking anxiously around the corner at the doors to the chapel, tapping her feet, and sighing exasperatingly. I knew she must be waiting for The Bearded Hobbit to get out of his ward, but I played it cool just to be sure. I asked her if she was waiting to talk to the bishop too, but she sighed again loudly, glancing at the chapel once more and confirmed my suspicions: "Just waiting for The Bearded Hobbit to get out of sacrament meeting." I joked about her really liking him, but she denied the claim, "Oh, we're just friends, and I don't want to rush into anything." Then she continued to wait for at least a half hour for The Bearded Hobbit to get out of his ward just to say "hi". 

Call me crazy, but people who just want to be friends don't generally do these sorts of things. Right?

Con Amor, 
The Lady


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To Thine Own Self Be True: A Happy Ending

11/10/2013 The Blue Stocking 2 Comments

Dear Readers!

Happy Sunday, we received this email a while ago and I just had to post it. Stories like these make going to linger longer, FHE, and YSA parties all the more bearable. He/She's out there! 

-The Blue Stocking

To the Ladies of the Anti Austen Blog,

I'm sure you receive so many emails that you don't remember me. I asked for some dating advice in September of last year, and you answered my question in a blog post in the same month. I signed myself then as "Trying to Be My Own Fairy Godmother." Your answering blog post was titled "To Thine Own Self Be True." I'd like to share with you what has happened since then.

Only a few weeks after your answering blog post, I ran into someone I had met at a party a couple months previously. To make a long story short, this began a three month period of playing games. My parents heard about him, and recognized quite a few red flags. They were furious. I was praying for answers and sick of feeling played. I received an impression that I needed to spend some time with other guys and get some perspective.
There was a boy at work that had been my "unattainable crush." Around this time, I found out he was newly single. I decided to take the advice of Zack Oates and give him an opening to ask me out. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hey, random question.
Him: Yes?
Me: Have you been to the new museum exhibit? I was thinking about going and wondered if you knew if it was any good.
Him: I would love to go with you!
Me: !!! Awkward mumbling, blushing, somehow set a time and escape.

So I accidentally asked the cute guy at work out. The only time I'd ever asked a boy out for a non-ladies choice event. I was ready to paint my name on a cone of shame and live there for the rest of forever. I asked my dad if he knew of any Mormon convents. He did not have any comforting advice. I thought about cancelling out of sheer embarrassment but went on the date anyway. He asked me out four days later, which happened to be Valentines Day. We were dating exclusively a week later. We are now engaged and getting married in September.

When I wrote into the Anti Austen blog, I was in a two year dating rut of crushing on unattainable men and not wanting to date the men who liked me. I was starting to think that my standards were unrealistic but didn't want to lower them. I'm marrying a man who is everything I've ever wanted and more and loves me to boot. 

As far as dating advice, I'm not sure what I did right, and no one really wants dating advice from engaged people anyway. I have been determinedly true to myself, but I've also done some things that were out of character (asking a guy out) and had to bend along the way. I didn't "never give up," but I never did find that Mormon convent.

Oh well. Like I said, no one wants dating advice from an engaged person. I just wanted to say thank you to Blue Stocking for the encouragement. That post was the reassurance I needed to keep being me.

And my fiance? I'm the first blonde he's ever dated.

Sincerely,

A Grateful Reader 


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The Lady--Ever-Observant

11/09/2013 The Lady 1 Comments

Grad school has a tendency to make dating complicated. If it wasn't already difficult to be interested in any of the boys here, they tend to think that I am much older than I am simply because I am in grad school. Hip-hip-hooray. When men here discover my real age {a mere 23 years}, they act as though they were finding out for the first time that Santa Clause is not real. What?! And maybe grad school is intimidating to men, especially those who have only been home from their missions for little over a year {or less}. Be that as it may, I am not terribly bothered {at the moment} and am content to watch the dating mayhem that occurs in singles wards. 

For example, my roommate, Mary, has become curiously attracted to a man whom I refer to as The Bearded Hobbit {only in my own mind of course}. The only reason I can imagine she likes him is because he is close to the same age as herself {singles even over 25 are in short supply here}. Every conversation I've had with him has been terribly dull. Terribly. And as his pseudonym may imply, he is also terribly short, which isn't a bad trait at all except for the fact that my roommate is not terribly short. But as it so often goes, several girls find him attractive . . . somehow. Now Mary finds herself battling for The Bearded Hobbit's affections against an over-zealous nineteen-year-old. Chances are the nineteen-year-old will win because when it comes down to it, the younger girl always wins. 

Tune in next week for more of "Mary vs. the Nineteen-Year-Old". 

Con Amor, 
The Lady

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