I thought I had a date Friday night. Everything was 'set' Thursday night. Meeting at 8:30 to grab dinner at Thanksgiving Point. So Friday by 3 I hadn't heard anything so I check in to get the exact meeting location. What follows is a bizarre way to stand up a girl via text, or as my guys friends enlightened me being totally forgotten by the guy that asked you out and already has another date.
3:13pm Me: Where did you want to meet?
5:20pm Mr. Flood Warning: Lets meet at the state fair at 7
5:32pm Me: Um... change of plans?
5:36pm Mr. Flood Warning: Yeah change of plans. How about we meet 8pm state fair?
5:36pm Me: Should I eat before? We can meet at 7 that's ok just curious why the change
5:39pm Mr. Flood Warning: My plan got rained out. Ya eat before. If we meet at 7 there's some cool stuff going on at the state fair.
5:41pm Me: Alright
5:58pm Mr. Flood Warning: Hey I don't know if that's gonna work out either cause it might be rained out. How about we meet up tues or wed?
The raining had totally stopped hours before this conversation... Blind dates, nothing quite like them.
What happens to me on a typical Wednesday night?? I get a very... interesting and creepy email from an admirer. Enjoy the amazing email.
Subject: Are you the angel fell of the sky ?
12:01 AM on 9/5/2013
Hi... After reviewing your profile I was fall in love with your personality. It's warm and welcoming... I wold love to get to know you better please.... And you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen before... Please get back to me asap.... :)
I really don't need to give much of a intro for this, it speaks for itself. This is someone that I met through institute that is a pretty awkward individual coupled with being very brazen and loud in class. This is the entire FaceBook dialogue of when he hinting at asking me out.
Back again after a long absence to share more exciting
dating stories, daily funnies, oh and everything in between. ;-) I have been
thinking about blogging a lot the last six months or so but lately it has been
coming up more and more and I can take a hint. This is something I truly love
and enjoy and I’m rekindling the desire to blog.
To start off with I have some incredibly funny single
interactions, None of these stories can be classified as dating experiences but
perhaps potential ask outs gone horribly wrong?!
First up is Mr. Age Struck
Now I need to give a brief background on this one. My mom
has been skeptical about some of the stories I have shared with her about
encounters with the opposite sex, assuming I believe that I embellish the
stories. Truthful these encounters are so amazingly awkward and comedic on
their own that no extra is needed.
Alright the scene is after Sacrament in the foyer of an YSA
ward in South Jordan, Utah on January 6th. My mom was in town for my
birthday and came to the singles ward with my brother and me. She was in the
foyer waiting on my brother and I. Now as moms often do they tend to watch
others interacting with their children or notice who is noticing their kids, my
mom is no different. She had spied a young man paying particular attention to
me, so she was anticipating it when he approached me seconds after I joined
here in the foyer.
Mr. Age Struck opened with thanking me for being so tall. I
told him he was welcome while thinking yeah because I totally had control over
how tall I grew?! He was a bit fixated on my height as he kept saying how
awesome it was, and cool my height was, etc. At this point I had said he was
welcome, or I tried my best to be tall a few times when he realized that my
mother was also standing there.
Mr. Age Struck: “Why are you here?”
Mom: “I’m here visting.”
Mr. Age Struck: (turning to me) “Don’t you live here?”
Me: “I do live here now.”
Mom: “I am just here visiting from Colorado.”
Mr. Age Struck: “Oh.” (confused as to why a mom would be in
a singles ward visiting)
Mom: “Laura just had her birthday, I am here visiting
because of her birthday.”
Side bar here, you know those moments in life were you can
see the next few moments unfolding before they happen? This was what happened
in this moment. I knew once he learned my age he would be shocked. Experience
told me that 99% of people are and think I am years younger than I truly am.
Mr. Age Struck: “How old are you?”
Me: “I just turned 28.”
Mr. Age Struck went silent, his eyes went wide and he had
that terrified deer in the headlights look. His mouth fell open slightly. I
truly am not making this up people, his mouth made a little oh of surprise. Now
as awkward as this initial reaction was it was compounded with the linger
silence. Mom and I exchange a couple of quick glances as Mr. Age Struck slowly
was permanently becoming a statue of surprise. This lingering silenced last for
a good 30 seconds before my mom smacked him on the arm and said:
“That’s kind of rude you know!”
The spell was broken and again Mr. Age Struck had utterance,
and oh the elegance that come forth from his mouth...
Mr. Age Struck: “You…You…You… don’t look it.” (slowly
backing away in retreat) “You don’t look it.” And he practically ran out of the
foyer back through the chapel to get away from the aged old hag in his midst
that appeared to be a youthful women of twenty! Mom and I looked at each other
and with utter astonishment and pure mirth animating our eyes and we started to
I did learn later that Mr. Age Struck was 24 and had always been a socially
awkward kid and that considering his younger years this was a pretty normal
encounter with him. For mom it was an eye opening realization of my single
encounters and proof that my ‘crazy stories’ before were in fact the truth. As
for me it was just a down right hilarious experience that I hope you all will
enjoy and get a kick out of as well.
Next post you’ll meet Mr. Mighty Man!
Write to you soon,
P.S. Mr. Age Struck moved out of the ward a few weeks later,
perhaps it was our encounter…