I apologize for slacking in the blogging world. I have been preoccupied with bigger, better, and quite frankly, more important things. Before I get into today's ramblings, I suggest you all read CJACRUN's comment on this post. It is good stuff. And CJACRUN, you are a phenomenal writer! Remember how you answered all my questions on my application for the yearbook staff? They thought I was so much more witty than I actually am! Fooled 'em!
Anyway, the truth is, I haven't had anything, "being single" related happen in my life lately. I have had a few conversations with a few fellow singles, but nothing exciting to report there. Oh, unless we should take a poll...Even at the ripe old age of 25 should you go on a date with a person you are not sure you would want to marry? Voice your opinion in the comments section.
I guess I can tell you about my second attempt. On Sunday, I went to ward stare again. Had a brief conversation with said prey from last post and he didn't even listen long enough to ask for my name. Nice. Needless to say my confidence is shot once again. I may be a little pudgy with a zit here and there, but does that qualify me to being black listed in the YSA world? Oh wait, that's not what it is, it's because I am old! Really I'm not, but by YSA standards I may as well be 80! Really I don't know what it is. I might have a message on my forehead that is invisible to me, but visible to men that says "spinster" or "not interested." I know that is ridiculous, but obviously there is some kind of barrier, right!? My excuse now is that I am moving so there is no point in getting to know the men in my ward, right? Although, two months can be an eternity in mormon world. Is it worth it?
