People who have been married for many decades seem to think they have the cure for my disease. The problem is that they have been cured for so long, they don't remember how strangely awkward it is like being in the diseased shoes.I know they mean well, but nothing good can come from a mass blind date. That's right. Hundreds of socially awkward inept twenty-somethings trapped in a cultural hall subject to mass produced supper.
Imagine this: you get "asked out" through text message (and I use the term "asked out" loosely because I put my name on a list and was assigned to man who did the same. Furthermore, the text did not actually contain a question, negating the notion that he actually asked me out. But I will give him some credit. He sent a text, right?). Winner. Now go to a church meeting house and throw in some incredibly loud 80s music to the mix. Oh, but it gets better. Add a dash of over-talkative, non-listening companionship and you have the answer to all my woes.
This will not be an experience repeated.
My favorite part of the entire ordeal: the bribery of free ice cream to any couple who agreed to go on a second date. The priesthood leadership literally walked around afterwards and asked couples if they needed the coupons for the free ice cream (indicating that they would, in fact, be going on a second date). Afforded awkward situations. I love being a twenty-something spinster.
I really do wish you would write every day; it makes me so happy when I see a new post! Love the new format too.
ReplyDeleteWow that is pretty awful, and hilarious! I agree with your mother, you ought to make this a daily habit, because you are so good and I love reading your thoughts and ideas. The 80's music is full of win though, seeing how probably most of you were born in the LATE 80's :)
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