I have decided that blind dates primarily exist for two reasons: 1- So that you can learn how well your friends DON"T know you, and 2- So that when you finally find your Prince you'll be so thankful to have him and you'll know what an amazing Prince he really is! It always starts the same... Your friend approaches you with a huge smile on their face, "Hey! I've got this GREAT guy I want to set you up with! He's really fun and really sweet and I think you two will have a good time!" Did she say "really sweet?" ...Crap!
So I get set up on this blind date and first of all I just want to say that when you go on a blind date... you should make it a double. That way when you and your date don't really hit it off, there are other people to talk to when things get awkward. Although, a double would have saved me from this experience and I wouldn't have this great story to tell you...
The guy was late, (no surprise there) to pick me up so I was waiting on my couch in my front room. I was watching through the front window and saw him pass my house three or four times before he figured out which one was mine. It shouldn't have been that hard since I told him that my house is the second one on the right... Oh well, I wasn't going be too hard on him.
When he made it to my door I opened it and was pleasantly surprised. He was actually pretty descent looking. I thought to myself, "I might actually enjoy this blind date." So we get in the car and he tells me we're going to hit a few golf balls on the driving range... okay. Usually they just go with miniature golfing but I'm all for trying new things. Now, you have to understand that golf and me... we're not friends. I always feel like an idiot trying to get that stupid ball to go into that little hole. Now I had to try for distance so I thought maybe it would be better. I was always hitting the ball too hard anyway.
When we pulled into the parking lot he got out of the car and I waited, as all girls should, for him to come around and open my door. I waited... and waited... finally he walks over and looks at me and shrugs like, "hey, what's the problem?" Then I saw the light bulb turn on and he opened my door. "Oh! I was confused for a second. most girls open the door by themselves." ...Charming. We walked over to the range and started hitting the golf balls. I thought to myself, "This isn't too bad." ...But then he showed me the golfing stance... boy, did I feel like an idiot or what! Squatting there with my head forward and my butt out there for the whole world to see! Who invented this game anyway? I'm sure it was some guy who only invented it so that he could teach a girl how to play. My date was happy to put his arms around me and his hands on top of my own so he could "teach me the proper technique." It was awkward but I finally got the hang of it. I hit one ball 100 yards! Which might not be great but for me it was amazing!
After we finished the golfing he took me to my favorite restaurant, (The Olive Garden. Mmmmm!) The dinner was good... the conversation could have been better. He talked about himself a lot with an occasional badly delivered, cheesy compliment. Ha ha! I'm not gonna lie, I enjoyed that part. But I didn't know whether to say thank you or laugh on some of them.
After dinner was done, he brought me back to my house. It hadn't been the worst date but I was looking forward to getting home. When we pulled into my driveway he says, "It's a little early. Why don't we go do something?" This is where I should have just told him I was tired and gone inside but, nope. I said, "Okay, what do you want to do?" So he took me to a park so that we could swing. That part wasn't too bad until he decided to be cute and push me. Once that got uncomfortable I jumped off the swing and ran over to the spinning toy. I'm not sure what it's called but it's the one that you push around and around and then jump on... let's call it a merry-go-round because that's what he called it. So I push and jump onto that and head for the middle. He decides he wants to join so he comes and starts moving it faster so I stop in the middle and grab onto the bars behind me. He hops aboard on the opposite side and starts making his way toward me. Yikes! I'm looking at him as he's getting closer and closer and I swear the thing is spinning faster and faster and I'm thinking, "I'm trapped! There's no escape!" Finally he gets close enough that I have to start leaning back. Take a hint! If I'm leaning this far back, I probably don't want you close to me! So finally I get to the point when I can't lean back any further and his face is so close to mine that if my head hadn't been turned to the side our noses would be touching and he says to me, almost in a whisper, "I've never kissed on a merry-go-round before." Ugh! If I didn't already feel sick form the spinning I sure did now. My reply- "Me neither but, I don't kiss on a first date." as I think to myself, 'and you're not getting a second.'
Well, he jumped off pretty quickly laughing, "Yeah, me neither. I was just joking." ...of course you were... So after that the date was pretty much over, thank goodness! I walked through my front door and let out a big sigh! Yep. Blind dates are definitely blind for a reason.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Love Bites
So I went on a date with a cute boy, (an amazing twist to my usual love story) and we went hiking in the canyon. A great idea... until mother nature decided to be moody and snow for no reason whatsoever. But since we had no backup plan and a hike was sounding really fun, we decided to be rebellious and go hiking anyway.
So we got on our snow gear and headed up the mountain. I was quickly starting to realize that this was not the brightest idea I'd ever had. I was our guide since between the two of us, I was the only one who had ever been up there before. The only problem was everything was covered in snow... and I had no clue where we were or what direction we were heading, or if we were even remotely close to our destination. So we just wandered around for a few hours getting stuck in the snow and trying to figure out where exactly we were.
I have to admit that it was really fun. We'd be trudging through the snow when one of us would take a wrong step and suddenly find ourselves waist deep in the snow, and the other would have to stop and help the fallen friend out. And with me already being a klutz anyway, well... I spent a lot of my time playing "damsel in distress" and being pulled out of the snow.
As our wonderful adventure was nearing its end, my ankles were feeling very sore. I figured my boots had been rubbing against them, causing them to blister. I did have a bit of snow in them but that's to be expected in a crazy snow trek like this one.
When I got home I took my boots off to find that my suspicions were correct. I had blisters on the back of both ankles. A small price to pay for an excellent evening. It wouldn't be until later that I would discover that those were no mere blisters. I had gotten second degree frost bite! The proper reward for leaving the snow in my boots like an idiot! Oh well... I still say the date was totally worth it. I had fun earning that frost bite!
By Madi
So we got on our snow gear and headed up the mountain. I was quickly starting to realize that this was not the brightest idea I'd ever had. I was our guide since between the two of us, I was the only one who had ever been up there before. The only problem was everything was covered in snow... and I had no clue where we were or what direction we were heading, or if we were even remotely close to our destination. So we just wandered around for a few hours getting stuck in the snow and trying to figure out where exactly we were.
I have to admit that it was really fun. We'd be trudging through the snow when one of us would take a wrong step and suddenly find ourselves waist deep in the snow, and the other would have to stop and help the fallen friend out. And with me already being a klutz anyway, well... I spent a lot of my time playing "damsel in distress" and being pulled out of the snow.
As our wonderful adventure was nearing its end, my ankles were feeling very sore. I figured my boots had been rubbing against them, causing them to blister. I did have a bit of snow in them but that's to be expected in a crazy snow trek like this one.
When I got home I took my boots off to find that my suspicions were correct. I had blisters on the back of both ankles. A small price to pay for an excellent evening. It wouldn't be until later that I would discover that those were no mere blisters. I had gotten second degree frost bite! The proper reward for leaving the snow in my boots like an idiot! Oh well... I still say the date was totally worth it. I had fun earning that frost bite!
By Madi
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Temple Date
Once upon a time, I got set up on a blind date. Let's call him Bob, since I can't remember his name. Anyways, my friend gave Bob my number, and a couple days later he called and asked me out. He told me that he would make me dinner over at his apartment and we would watch a movie. He asked me if I wanted him to pick me up, and I said no, thinking in my mind, "If this gets bad, I want my car so I can get out of there!" He gave me his address and what time we were meeting, and I said I'd see him then.
I drove over to Bob's apartment, and got lost in the process, but I finally got there. He and his roommate made dinner for me and his roommate's date. We had just decided what movie to watch and we were eating when the roommate
suggested we go to Temple Square. Now, granted, I like Temple Square. It's a beautiful place. But, it was September. There aren't any pretty lights up at Temple Square in September. We had no real reason to go down there. And I really wanted to have my car so I could make a fast getaway if needed. But, everyone else wanted to do it so I went along.On the hour-long drive down to Salt Lake, Bob told me his entire life story: how he had become inactive from our church for 2 years, things he did during that time, and how he was engaged once, but caught his fiancee in bed with another man. Not really what I wanted to hear, but okay. He didn't really ask me about myself or anything, but just talked about himself the whole time. Not appealing.
We finally arrived at Temple Square. We walked around for a while and went to the visitor's center. It was a Thursday night, and the Tabernacle Choir was rehearsing, so we went in and listened for a bit. That was the best part of the date. While we were walking around, Bob finally started asking me questions. But they were questions like, What temple do you want to get married in? When you get married, do you want to live around here? (He was originally from Hawaii.) How many kids do you want? But then he asked my least favorite question of all: What do you look for in a guy? I hate that question with a passion, mostly because I don't really look for any certain traits. Sure, there are basic essential things that the guy I want to marry must possess, but they are few. So, I really hate that question. I answered him, "Well, someone with a good sense of humor, someone I can talk to..." He said to that, "Okay, that's me, okay that's me...." Little presumptuous aren't we buddy? That's not exactly the way to impress me.
We were on our way out when Bob spotted one of those horse and carriages that drive around Temple Square. He asked the driver the price, and then asked us if we wanted to do it. I was secretly thinking to myself, "Everyone say no, please, everyone say no..." Luckily no one else wanted to do it. We finally left Salt Lake, and on the way back we decided to get some ice cream in Bountiful. Bob said he knew where a park was close by that we could go and it eat at, so we went there. We were playing around on the stuff at the park, when Bob pointed towards the mountainside and said, "Isn't that a great view?" I looked up and saw... the Bountiful Temple. Lovely. I said it was very nice, and hurried to finish my ice cream so we could go home. On the way back to his apartment in Riverdale, we were almost to the exit when Bob's roommate said, "Hey Bob, do you mind if we go drive by the Ogden Temple before we go back?" Bob looked at me questioningly, but I just said, "That's fine with me." So we went clear out of our way to drive by the Ogden Temple. We finally got back to his apartment around 11:30. I had a half hour drive home still, and I had to be up at 5 AM the next morning, so I was not too thrilled. I gave Bob a hug, said goodnight, and went on my way.
The next Tuesday I saw Bob at school. He asked me if I would like to go out again sometime. I told him I wasn't really looking for a relationship right then. He told me he wasn't either. We chit-chatted a little more, and then he left. He never called again. I can't say I was sad.
About a month and a half after our date, Bob was engaged. To a girl he started dating not long after our date. Not looking for a relationship... HA! Yeah right.
By Janel
I drove over to Bob's apartment, and got lost in the process, but I finally got there. He and his roommate made dinner for me and his roommate's date. We had just decided what movie to watch and we were eating when the roommate
suggested we go to Temple Square. Now, granted, I like Temple Square. It's a beautiful place. But, it was September. There aren't any pretty lights up at Temple Square in September. We had no real reason to go down there. And I really wanted to have my car so I could make a fast getaway if needed. But, everyone else wanted to do it so I went along.On the hour-long drive down to Salt Lake, Bob told me his entire life story: how he had become inactive from our church for 2 years, things he did during that time, and how he was engaged once, but caught his fiancee in bed with another man. Not really what I wanted to hear, but okay. He didn't really ask me about myself or anything, but just talked about himself the whole time. Not appealing.We finally arrived at Temple Square. We walked around for a while and went to the visitor's center. It was a Thursday night, and the Tabernacle Choir was rehearsing, so we went in and listened for a bit. That was the best part of the date. While we were walking around, Bob finally started asking me questions. But they were questions like, What temple do you want to get married in? When you get married, do you want to live around here? (He was originally from Hawaii.) How many kids do you want? But then he asked my least favorite question of all: What do you look for in a guy? I hate that question with a passion, mostly because I don't really look for any certain traits. Sure, there are basic essential things that the guy I want to marry must possess, but they are few. So, I really hate that question. I answered him, "Well, someone with a good sense of humor, someone I can talk to..." He said to that, "Okay, that's me, okay that's me...." Little presumptuous aren't we buddy? That's not exactly the way to impress me.
We were on our way out when Bob spotted one of those horse and carriages that drive around Temple Square. He asked the driver the price, and then asked us if we wanted to do it. I was secretly thinking to myself, "Everyone say no, please, everyone say no..." Luckily no one else wanted to do it. We finally left Salt Lake, and on the way back we decided to get some ice cream in Bountiful. Bob said he knew where a park was close by that we could go and it eat at, so we went there. We were playing around on the stuff at the park, when Bob pointed towards the mountainside and said, "Isn't that a great view?" I looked up and saw... the Bountiful Temple. Lovely. I said it was very nice, and hurried to finish my ice cream so we could go home. On the way back to his apartment in Riverdale, we were almost to the exit when Bob's roommate said, "Hey Bob, do you mind if we go drive by the Ogden Temple before we go back?" Bob looked at me questioningly, but I just said, "That's fine with me." So we went clear out of our way to drive by the Ogden Temple. We finally got back to his apartment around 11:30. I had a half hour drive home still, and I had to be up at 5 AM the next morning, so I was not too thrilled. I gave Bob a hug, said goodnight, and went on my way.
The next Tuesday I saw Bob at school. He asked me if I would like to go out again sometime. I told him I wasn't really looking for a relationship right then. He told me he wasn't either. We chit-chatted a little more, and then he left. He never called again. I can't say I was sad.
About a month and a half after our date, Bob was engaged. To a girl he started dating not long after our date. Not looking for a relationship... HA! Yeah right.
By Janel
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Two Guys And A Girl
You know the date is going awry when you’re wishing you were with someone else soon after you step into the car. Such was the case on my date tonight. But the beginning of this date isn’t where I should begin. This story started a month ago.
Last month I was stopped by a lady in my neighborhood. “I’m SO sorry. I feel horrible!” What was she talking about? I was asking myself the same question. I soon deduced from her ramblings that she had given my phone number to a friend of hers and this friend was going to give it to her grandson. She felt guilty because she hadn’t asked for my permission first. (Truly, this is one thing that bugs me. If you’re going to give out someone’s personal information…ASK THEM FIRST!) I told her it wasn’t a big deal because I was sure he wouldn’t actually call. Nine out of ten times they don’t in a situation like this. She started telling me what a wonderful young man he was (she’d never met him). His grandma had said that he just couldn’t seem to find anyone and well, everyone knows that Annie has issues in the dating department. Ok, she didn’t actually say that, but that’s how it felt. Then to top off an already uncomfortable situation, my neighbor and mom start joking about how this could be my destiny…HE could be my destiny. Oh, how I loathe that. It instantly fills my soul with quiet rebellion.A month later (last Tuesday to be precise), he called me. We had a pleasant conversation where he asked me on a date for Friday night at seven. He then said he would call Thursday night and let me know what was going on. Thursday came and went. There was no phone call. So by Friday around 5:30 I’m thinking he’s a jerk. He called shortly after I’d expressed that thought audibly to my parents. Yes, I felt bad about my prejudgment. He had been busy and couldn’t call; a reasonable excuse. He said he’d call me later and get directions. 7:30 rolled around and (surprise, surprise) I did get that call. He showed up on my porch a minute later.
When I opened the door he gave me the weirdest look. That is a VERY comforting way to start a date. Believe me. (I rolled my eyes while writing that, by the way.) I found out later that his grandma told him I was 5' 10" tall. Those that know me know I’m indeed 5' 10"…minus 10 inches. Hence the weird look. Anyway, back to the date. He opened my door which is a major plus in my book (but didn’t do it again the rest of the evening, which turned the plus into a minus.). We got to his car and he sayed, “By the way, my friend is going to tag along with us.” What? Are you kidding me? His friend was indeed in the back seat. They said we were going to pick up another girl (phew, his friend was going to have a date. If not, that would be awkward.). Well, she wasn’t home and apparently hadn’t given an affirmation that she would go in the first place. So there we were; two guys and a girl. Every girls dream right? WRONG! They asked me a couple questions about myself and then started spouting inside jokes to each other. I’m all for inside jokes, but if your date doesn’t share those same jokes, you don’t use them. I’m telling you, it felt like THEY were on the date and I was the third wheel.
They told me the plan for the evening; we were going to attend a concert at the LDS Institute. We got there earlier than expected so we played foozball before the concert. My date and I were on one side, and the friend was on the other. We gave him a sore beating. He was complaining the whole time, so my date decided that they should play one-on-one. The friend beat my date and then turned and challenged me to a one-on-one game. He was being extremely obnoxious, so guess what I did…I kicked his trash, baby! Oh yeah! I know; guys don’t like it when you beat them at games and such, but he was driving me crazy with his whining, trash talk, and mostly the self aggrandizement. So I bruised his ego! Mwah ha ha!!!
We went up to get a seat for the concert and the friend left to find other people. Talking to my date was like pulling teeth (funny, since he wanted to be accepted into the pre-dental program). I asked questions and he’d give me short answers. We sat in silence for quite a while. Thankfully, some of his friends came up to talk to him and I had friends who offered a nice distraction as well. After they left, he asked me where the other guy had gone. I didn’t know (and frankly didn’t care). He said, “I’m going to go find him. I’ll be back.” Ten minutes later he returned. Yep, ten minutes. Fabulous date etiquette (as was talking and texting on their phones which they did frequently throughout the evening).
The concert was great. I thoroughly enjoyed the music, but I think the guys were disappointed that I was sitting between them. When it was over I thought we were going to leave. We were wandering around the institute, not helping clean up which also bugged me. The least we could do was help, but I was following Dumb and Dumber. What could I do? Ok, that was rude. They were nice guys and they seemed smart, but they kept quoting movies such as the one afore mentioned. Anyway, they walked AHEAD of me. Then my date would realize his error and slow down to walk with me (he was really tall and he walked really fast. I think I did a marathon trying to keep up.) I tried to stay by my date, as a good date should, and the friend kept walking between us. Then walking (jogging) started to feel like freeway driving. I’d slow down and walk behind the friend to the other side and merge next to my date. The friend would cross two lanes of traffic and end up on my other side or would cut me off entirely. He was driving (no pun intended) me crazy and my date seemed oblivious. I was praying for the night to come to a swift end, but they wanted to stand around and stare at band equipment.
They eventually came to the conclusion that it was time to leave (finally!). The entire ride home was filled with movie quotes and inside jokes followed by apologies for being so weird. Then, pulling into my driveway, the friend says, “Sorry you didn’t have any alone time. Just pretend I’m not here.” Um…that was awkward. I said it was nice meeting him and hopped out of the car. My date gave me a hug at the doorstep and thanked me for coming. I thanked him in return, went in the house and started laughing. I’ve had some interesting dates, but never one with a “tag-along”. I guess you could say I went on a date with two guys in one night, and was ignored for most of it. How sad! What guy in their right mind would let a great package like me go to waste? I guess I’ll add this to the experience cabinet (which is getting quite full) and let time do its magic. I’ve heard that women are like fine wine, better with age. I just hope this part of life gets better before I’m completely fermented.
By Annie
Last month I was stopped by a lady in my neighborhood. “I’m SO sorry. I feel horrible!” What was she talking about? I was asking myself the same question. I soon deduced from her ramblings that she had given my phone number to a friend of hers and this friend was going to give it to her grandson. She felt guilty because she hadn’t asked for my permission first. (Truly, this is one thing that bugs me. If you’re going to give out someone’s personal information…ASK THEM FIRST!) I told her it wasn’t a big deal because I was sure he wouldn’t actually call. Nine out of ten times they don’t in a situation like this. She started telling me what a wonderful young man he was (she’d never met him). His grandma had said that he just couldn’t seem to find anyone and well, everyone knows that Annie has issues in the dating department. Ok, she didn’t actually say that, but that’s how it felt. Then to top off an already uncomfortable situation, my neighbor and mom start joking about how this could be my destiny…HE could be my destiny. Oh, how I loathe that. It instantly fills my soul with quiet rebellion.A month later (last Tuesday to be precise), he called me. We had a pleasant conversation where he asked me on a date for Friday night at seven. He then said he would call Thursday night and let me know what was going on. Thursday came and went. There was no phone call. So by Friday around 5:30 I’m thinking he’s a jerk. He called shortly after I’d expressed that thought audibly to my parents. Yes, I felt bad about my prejudgment. He had been busy and couldn’t call; a reasonable excuse. He said he’d call me later and get directions. 7:30 rolled around and (surprise, surprise) I did get that call. He showed up on my porch a minute later.
When I opened the door he gave me the weirdest look. That is a VERY comforting way to start a date. Believe me. (I rolled my eyes while writing that, by the way.) I found out later that his grandma told him I was 5' 10" tall. Those that know me know I’m indeed 5' 10"…minus 10 inches. Hence the weird look. Anyway, back to the date. He opened my door which is a major plus in my book (but didn’t do it again the rest of the evening, which turned the plus into a minus.). We got to his car and he sayed, “By the way, my friend is going to tag along with us.” What? Are you kidding me? His friend was indeed in the back seat. They said we were going to pick up another girl (phew, his friend was going to have a date. If not, that would be awkward.). Well, she wasn’t home and apparently hadn’t given an affirmation that she would go in the first place. So there we were; two guys and a girl. Every girls dream right? WRONG! They asked me a couple questions about myself and then started spouting inside jokes to each other. I’m all for inside jokes, but if your date doesn’t share those same jokes, you don’t use them. I’m telling you, it felt like THEY were on the date and I was the third wheel.
They told me the plan for the evening; we were going to attend a concert at the LDS Institute. We got there earlier than expected so we played foozball before the concert. My date and I were on one side, and the friend was on the other. We gave him a sore beating. He was complaining the whole time, so my date decided that they should play one-on-one. The friend beat my date and then turned and challenged me to a one-on-one game. He was being extremely obnoxious, so guess what I did…I kicked his trash, baby! Oh yeah! I know; guys don’t like it when you beat them at games and such, but he was driving me crazy with his whining, trash talk, and mostly the self aggrandizement. So I bruised his ego! Mwah ha ha!!!
We went up to get a seat for the concert and the friend left to find other people. Talking to my date was like pulling teeth (funny, since he wanted to be accepted into the pre-dental program). I asked questions and he’d give me short answers. We sat in silence for quite a while. Thankfully, some of his friends came up to talk to him and I had friends who offered a nice distraction as well. After they left, he asked me where the other guy had gone. I didn’t know (and frankly didn’t care). He said, “I’m going to go find him. I’ll be back.” Ten minutes later he returned. Yep, ten minutes. Fabulous date etiquette (as was talking and texting on their phones which they did frequently throughout the evening).
The concert was great. I thoroughly enjoyed the music, but I think the guys were disappointed that I was sitting between them. When it was over I thought we were going to leave. We were wandering around the institute, not helping clean up which also bugged me. The least we could do was help, but I was following Dumb and Dumber. What could I do? Ok, that was rude. They were nice guys and they seemed smart, but they kept quoting movies such as the one afore mentioned. Anyway, they walked AHEAD of me. Then my date would realize his error and slow down to walk with me (he was really tall and he walked really fast. I think I did a marathon trying to keep up.) I tried to stay by my date, as a good date should, and the friend kept walking between us. Then walking (jogging) started to feel like freeway driving. I’d slow down and walk behind the friend to the other side and merge next to my date. The friend would cross two lanes of traffic and end up on my other side or would cut me off entirely. He was driving (no pun intended) me crazy and my date seemed oblivious. I was praying for the night to come to a swift end, but they wanted to stand around and stare at band equipment.
They eventually came to the conclusion that it was time to leave (finally!). The entire ride home was filled with movie quotes and inside jokes followed by apologies for being so weird. Then, pulling into my driveway, the friend says, “Sorry you didn’t have any alone time. Just pretend I’m not here.” Um…that was awkward. I said it was nice meeting him and hopped out of the car. My date gave me a hug at the doorstep and thanked me for coming. I thanked him in return, went in the house and started laughing. I’ve had some interesting dates, but never one with a “tag-along”. I guess you could say I went on a date with two guys in one night, and was ignored for most of it. How sad! What guy in their right mind would let a great package like me go to waste? I guess I’ll add this to the experience cabinet (which is getting quite full) and let time do its magic. I’ve heard that women are like fine wine, better with age. I just hope this part of life gets better before I’m completely fermented.
By Annie
Friday, April 11, 2008
Blind Date
I hate getting set up with people because it never works out for me. I also hate going to a movie because there is no way to get to know each other. My friend set me up with this guy that she just KNEW would be perfect for me and well... he wasn't. He picked me up and took me to a movie that I could have done without seeing. It was a movie that was definitely made for boys. In the middle of the show some kids decided that it would be funny to pull the fire alarm so then everyone had to leave the building only to turn around and come right back in. During our little break we made a little awkward conversation and I was relieved when the movie started again. I was happy when he took me home right after the movie was over. I think both of us would agree that we have nothing in common and there is no need to pursue anything further. He was a nice guy but, not my prince.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
When All Else Fails, Go To A Party
If I were to pick one word to describe this date it would definitely be "Awkward." I was asked by a certain boy who made it obvious that he liked me and wasn't going to even try to hide it. The problem was... I didn't feel the same. But I thought we'd have fun so I didn't object. He picked me up in the evening and we went to Marie Calenders. I got lasagna and it was delicious! I came to the conclusion that night that the reason that restaurants have appetizers is because it's very convenient to be able to have the excuse of a full mouth when you are at a loss for conversation. We had nothing to talk about. It was horrible!!! He just sat there and smiled at me while I tried to think of topics we might be able to discuss.
After what seemed like an eternity, the dinner finally ended. I was hoping that he would just realize the night was doomed and take me home, but he turned to me and asked what I wanted to do next. I hate it when the guys don't have anything planned. If they're going to take my night they should try not to waste it. So once again, he sat and smiled while I thought. I finally concluded that the night would be much better if there were more than just the two of us. My friends were throwing a surprise party not too far away and I suggested that if we left then we might make it in time for the surprise. He agreed to my plan and we hit the party. He knew a lot of people there but stuck by me the whole night, even when everyone ran to hide. He hid with me. But it was okay because I was free from the awkwardness of it just being the two of us and he got to spend his night with me like he wanted and I think we both ended up having a lot of fun. He must have had fun because he asked me to the next dance. That turned out okay too. So when you are at a loss of things to do or talk about, go and find more people to hang out with. It brings more people with more topics of conversation and releases the tension that comes when you are on a date with someone that you aren't so compatible with.
After what seemed like an eternity, the dinner finally ended. I was hoping that he would just realize the night was doomed and take me home, but he turned to me and asked what I wanted to do next. I hate it when the guys don't have anything planned. If they're going to take my night they should try not to waste it. So once again, he sat and smiled while I thought. I finally concluded that the night would be much better if there were more than just the two of us. My friends were throwing a surprise party not too far away and I suggested that if we left then we might make it in time for the surprise. He agreed to my plan and we hit the party. He knew a lot of people there but stuck by me the whole night, even when everyone ran to hide. He hid with me. But it was okay because I was free from the awkwardness of it just being the two of us and he got to spend his night with me like he wanted and I think we both ended up having a lot of fun. He must have had fun because he asked me to the next dance. That turned out okay too. So when you are at a loss of things to do or talk about, go and find more people to hang out with. It brings more people with more topics of conversation and releases the tension that comes when you are on a date with someone that you aren't so compatible with.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Every Princess Loves A Ball
One night while I was sitting in my house I heard the doorbell ring. My brothers raced each other to the door and shortly returned with a T-Shirt tied with a bow. Unfolding the shirt I read these words: "Wash this shirt and you will see, who your date to Prom could be..." As I looked over the different names on the shirt, I recognized many of them and wondered which of these fine young men it would be. I ran with excitment to the washing machine and threw the shirt in. An hour later I had my answer. Now it was my task to return the favor. I snuck around his yard one evening hiding plastic Easter eggs. Within each egg there was a paper with words saying things such as: "Keep looking," or "Not this one." Then an especially carefully placed egg with the simple letters "YES" written on it. On his porch I left a note: "Throughout your yard twelve eggs await. Find them to see if I'm your date." Then of course, I rang the doorbell and ran
as fast as my little legs could carry me.
as fast as my little legs could carry me. The morning of the dance he woke me up in my room at 6:00 am. We had breakfast at a friends house and then they allowed the girls to go home and get ready. That afternoon they took us to the Golf Course and played miniature golf. I decided I'm not very good with a club... After I lost miserably (laughing the whole way) We went to tthe park and ate Subway sandwiches. Mmm! While we were there a little boy who was probably about ten years old kept walking by and saying things like, "Hey ladies!" and "What's up dogs?" His embarrassed mother, as she was trying to contain her son jokingly said, "You can hit him if you want. I don't care." We didn't take her up on her offer.
We left the park and headed to Costa Azul (now known as Costa Vida) for dinner. It was my first time being there and definately not my last. I had a chicken enchalada and then the boys all dropped their dates of so that we could prepare ourselves for the dance while they went to a meeting.
That evening they picked us up and after all the girls in the group finished Ooo-ing and Ahh-ing at one anothers dresses we headed in to the dance. The rest of the evening was filled with music and dancing and running around admiring friends dresses while the guys stood by us and mocked our girly behavior. I was kind of nervous about the dancing because in my opinion, I wasn't very coordinated and I didn't even know how to sway back and forth to a ballad. How was I supposed to dance the faster songs? But once the music started I let go of all self consciousness and dance the night away. The only part of the dance that wasn't my favorite was picture time. I had no clue what the heck I was supposed to do or what face would be acceptable to pull... but when all was said and done I think the pictures turned out okay and the evening was a success.
I felt like a real princess out on the dance floor being twirled around in a pretty dress and swaying to the music. I was sorry when it was time to go home but I had a 12:30 curfew and I had to get home. I gave my date a hug at the door and went to my room and was out before I hit the pillow. My last thoughts were, "I think I'm going to like this dance thing."
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