FHE: An Uneventful Tale

2/18/2014 The Blue Stocking 3 Comments

I have to admit I’ve made tiny insignificant attempts to get to know my ward. It’s shameful how unsocial I can be so last night I decided to mix and mingle at FHE. In reality I talked to my two friends in the ward and spent the night playing games and laughing with the bishopric and their wives.

During the course of the night Smitie made his way over to me but instead of a good ol fashion "how are you" he rubbed my shoulders and walked away. In a rough translation of boy code, I believe that means we’re all good?

Henry walked by our group and said it was nice to see me then spent the rest of the night hanging out with his guy friends. Does this mean he isn’t dating something in the ward? OR that he’s dating someone in another ward and now he doesn’t think it’s necessary to get to know the rif raf in our ward?

Anyhoo. On my way to the door an attractive guy that I’d noticed watching me earlier came up and started talking to me. Before I knew it, he had pulled his roommates into our conversation and I was surrounded by guys and in a heated debate over who's better Austen or Bronte. I don’t know if this was a dream come true, but it was pretty darn close.

So today I sit and write this knowing that there are guys out there that love to read and they are not as sparse as my daily interactions have led me to believe. I just need to hold out for it OR find someone with enough money to make me forget he’s illiterate. Calvin?

Also, when did flirty facebook message replace actual in person interaction?? I've been getting messages from The Poly asking me if I'm married and from Smitie telling me how great I look at church yet I haven't talked to either of them in weeks. At some point it's just weird.

-The Bluestocking