Yep

So Sunday night was the big test. I went to ward stare, I selected my prey, and then... Nothing. It's not that I chickened out, the timing just wasn't right. I had to do somethings for my calling, so I never got the chance to start what I can only imagine would have been a completely awkward conversation. Fret not, however, because I will have the chance again and again, as single's wards always have transparent activities to get the singles with all their hormones in one central location. Awkward. As one soon-to-be-married member of my ward pointed out last night, "It's a single's ward. It's supposed to be awkward." So true.