"Run mad as often as you like, but do not faint"
Last week I met a dirt collector; this week I met the ward.
Both incidences were interesting to say the least.
I have to admit that before today I had yet to speak to any
guys in my ward. Yes I realize I’ve been in the ward for three weeks BUT I may
or may not have been skipping out on the Sunday School. I know I know, I’m a
terrible person.
Anyhoodidledo, this Sunday I decided to socialize more, or
at the very least talk to anyone. I started out by sitting by a guy in
sacrament. It was unintentional, BUT it still happened. We probably only talked
for a totally of 30 seconds, but he was cute and he smiled at me so of course I
started picturing us as the ward’s new hot couple.
In the midst of my crazed thoughts I leaned over and
realized he was wearing a badge. Yes ladies and Gentleman out of the hundred or
so guys in my ward I ended up sitting by the missionaries. I’m now a creepy
failure.
After Sacrament they asked us to stay behind to get callings
so I oh-so-awkwardly sat by myself on an empty bench. Then this guy – who
probably thinks he’s oober smooth – cozies up to me and slowly slides his arm
around my shoulder saying “I’m so glad we get to sit together during marriage
prep.” Honestly, I can’t really remember my reply. I do believe it was laced in
sarcasm though. He then laughed and left.
Good one.
I was soon joined by another fellow who I believed was also
waiting for a calling. It turns out he
already had a calling and was only there because he said I was more
entertaining than Sunday School.
Awww??
The bishop came in and asked who was next and I quickly got
up.
And that was a quick recap of my male interactions today. Days like this lead me to believe that 2013
may be focused more on graduating then getting married.
C'est la vie,
The Bluestocking
4 comments:
Whenever you're feeling down about your relationship status, watch "Becoming Jane" if you haven't already. It tugs at the heart strings and will hopefully, make you feel a bit better. ps. This is directed towards ALL of you lovely ladies.
Yes, because Becoming Jane fills me with hope. Every time they end up NOT being together, my heart goes "pitter-pat".
Snarky snark ;)
Bahahahahahahahahahahahahaha that is the best thing I have EVER heard. Thank you Anti-Austen for that fantastic comment. I was thinking the exact same thing.
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