A trip to the store

2/22/2010 bekah 0 Comments

There are some moments where my life is so completely the exact opposite of a jane austen novel, it's ridiculous. Case in point: today, where I ran into my ex at the grocery store. (insert gasps of shocked horror here)

Provo is just much much much too small at times. Why can't there be more than two grocery stores in this city??

I had a premonition that i would see him today. I almost never go shopping during the day. I'm too busy. And lo and behold, when I walked in, he was there! All I needed was quarters for laundry, and milk! I booked it as fast as I could to the milk at the back of the store, and the booked it to the next open register. But of course, the cashier didn't have any rolls of quarters. I had to take a ten dollar bill and exchange it at the service desk. And who was checking out at the register right next to the service desk??? Yes, you guessed it.

I saw him, but quickly pretended like I didn't. Of course, it was an old woman working the service counter and it seemed to take an eternity for her to notice I was there.

And then it happened just as she handed me the roll, "Were you gonna say hi?" he asks.

Um, no. I wasn't. I thought the text telling me you never wanted me to contact you again was a pretty big indicator that I shouldn't say hi if i were to see you.

We chatted. It was awkward! It ended with a bizarre handshake as I trudged my way home in the bitter cold of this forsaken state.

Good thing I'm dating someone new. And he is a non-hippie, who showers, and doesn't live with his mother...

It's a wonder I still hold out any hope for a Mr. Darcy to come save me in this poor provincial town....

Affectionately yours,
The Romantic

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Periodicals

2/20/2010 Megan 0 Comments

It was my freshman year at BYU and I was still naive to many of the social "norms" of the campus.

Like the fact that studying in the periodicals section of the library meant you wanted to be hit on...

I was experimenting with different places in the library to find where I liked to study the most. I decided that I liked the periodical section because of the big windows. So that is where I started studying.

It was nearing midterms and I also had a paper to write, so I backed my bag and headed up to the library. I set myself down at an empty table in the periodical section and began studying. After I'd been there about an hour a boy came over and sat down at my table. Usually when someone sits at the same table as you, they sit in the chair diagonal to you. My new friend pulls out that chair, hesitates a second, puts his bag down, and then sits right across from me. I continued to study, not thinking too much about it. He pulled out one book and started studying. After about an hour he started looking around and not paying too much attention to his reading. Two hours after he'd sat down he says to me, "hey are you going to be here a while longer?" Yes... "Could you watch my stuff for a few minutes?" Sure...
He left, came back, didn't study very much, and sat there for another two hours. After I had been there for five hours, and him for four, I started to pack up my things. He looked up at me and said, "Are you leaving now?" Yes...
And he closed the same book he'd been 'studying' the past four hours and stood up. He walked out with me, starting some small talk. The normal questions were asked along with him commenting on how long I can study...haha. Little did he know when he walked in that he chose a girl who was going to sit there for four hours. If he had known that maybe he would have brought more than one book...

Then the question came, "Hey, I was wondering if you'd want to go on a date with me this weekend. My roommates and I have this date planned..." I thought it was only fair to warn him of my age so I responded with, "Yeah, sure. But just so you know, I am a freshman..."

I went on the date and it ended up being fun. I've seen this friend many times on campus since and we wave hello.

I now study in places other than periodicals. Unless I'm way desperate for a date that weekend...(the last sentence is meant to be read with sarcasm)

Peace out,
The Homemaker

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A Little Lacking in the Chemistry Department

2/18/2010 bekah 0 Comments

As the romantic one in the group, I sometimes have picky taste when it comes to men. My Mr. Darcy should be tall dark and handsome. Probably an English major, with impeccable taste in clothing. And he should have gone somewhere really exotic on his mission, like Russia.

Enter Mr. Physics. He is about 115 pounds. Around my height. Wears coke bottle glasses. And studies physics. What could we possibly have in common? Absolutely nothing. Which is why it was quite the shock when he asked me out last summer.

Now, before I sound too judgmental, you must understand dear readers, that I really do give every guy a chance. But this guy didn't really seem to want one. So pay attention boys; his mistakes were unfortunately common ones.

First of all, we went to a movie. A movie on a first date is a bad idea for a few reasons. It's pricey. Not creative at all. And you can't talk and get to know your date. Mr. Physics tops it off by asking me what I think about movies as first dates as we are walking to the WILK. I was put in a little bit of an awkward position. How should I respond? "A movie as a first date is detestable!" No, that wouldn't be very nice. I shrugged it off with some neutral answer.

The actual date part in and of itself was fine. Nothing spectacular. We filled the non-movie moments with small talk about families and his mission(always the perfect topic when you have nothing to say. The guys will go off on this foooooreeeeeeevvvvvveeeerrrrrr). I was unsure of why he had asked me out in the first place though. Because he didn't seem to be asking any questions, or all that interested in what I had to say. Here's another tip boys: Don't ask a girl out you're not interested in spending time with just to fill the dating quota the bishop has given you. It makes her feel used.

The walk home was the worst. I'd run out of questions. And he'd run out of mission stories. Poor Mr. Physics never really had a chance, but I was making an effort! The topper was the door step scene. Because there wasn't one! Mr. Physics didn't even have the decency to walk me to my door. We just sort of went our separate ways at soon as we back to our apartment complex... Not exactly the Willoughby manners every girl hopes for (even if he was a bad boy, we all want one).

Later, I'm back in the ward. I'm sitting outside the bishop's office waiting for an interview. And as the ward clerk, he was there as well. He mentioned how he'd heard before our date that I'd said I would never date a science major. And that's why he hadn't really tried. Really Mr. Physics? Why would you say that A, and B, you totally proved my point about science majors.... Socially, their principles of buoyancy are a little off.

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Bad Dates Start Early

2/16/2010 Rachel 0 Comments

So. This date is from high school. And while this exposé is dedicated to dating at BYU, I will say that this is by far my worst date, even when compared to all of the crummy ones that I have had in all my years attending university.

Let us start at the beginning, shall we?

Mr. Can O Cheese Whiz developed a little crush on me on a stake youth activity. When senior year started, the fates put us in a class together. He parked his toosh in the desk right next to mine. Over the course of the year, he kept pestering me to go out with him. I never flat out denied him, but I was not going to arrange the dreaded thing. Finally, he asked me for reals in the spring. To his surprise I insisted we double with mutual friends. To my surprise, he was surprised that I would suggest such a thing. I also insisted that we see Pride rather than this kiddy movie he wanted to see.

Flash forward to that Friday. He picks me and everyone else up. We get to the movie theater and and stand around for five minutes in the cold waiting for him to walk and go get tickets. "This is ridiculous," I think, and walk up towards the counter. Boy H buys tickets for my friend H, then it's Can O Cheese Whiz's turn. He buys one ticket. So then I get mine, ever grateful that I brought my wallet. Burgers for dinner. Once again... I paid for myself. When we walk into the theater who happens to be there but my kid sister and my best friend. Perfect. We sat directly below them.

The movie ended. Thus proceeded the awkward drive home. I had this terrible looming image in my head of him attempting to kiss me at my front door with my mom and sisters peering through the window as I shove him off me. I was quickly awakened from this nightmare. We were nearing my street. He stops in front of my house. "Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh..." "Well I had fun tonight," he says. "Me too? See you Monday." I hop out of the car. My mind is reeling as I walk up to the door. Wait... This is it? You didn't walk me to my door and you didn't even put the car in park?

Perhaps even more than the date, I dreaded the next Monday when we had class. "Hey Miss. V." "Hey." (I attempt to become thoroughly interested in my notes, but I'm thwarted by his persistence in talking to me.) "I'm really sorry about Friday." "Oh, it's okay. It's really not a big deal," I reply. "I'd like to make it up to you, would you like to-". No way. No way. Let's recap the "date" shall we? I paid for my movie and I paid for my burger. I do believe the correct term is a glorified hang out. So no, you will not "make it up to me". You had your chance, bucko. But of course I didn't say those things, instead I replied in a very quiet, awkward tone. "Oh no, don't worry about it." And then my rotund English teacher waddled to the front of the room and began lecture.

Much love and a red face,
The Virgin

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A Week of Bad Dates

2/15/2010 Rachel 0 Comments

We've all had that date that makes us want to groan.

Perhaps it started out well and ended badly, or perhaps you knew right from the start it was going to be a disaster.

Either way blush with us as we recount our worst date stories (thus far...).

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Can I get a "Yes Please!"?

2/14/2010 bekah 1 Comments

"All I want in a man is someone who rides bravely, dances beautifully, sings with vigor, reads passionately, and whose taste agrees in every point with my own." -Sense & Sensibility

And I want him to look like this:


xoxo
-The Romantic

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