My Personal Rose Ceremony

Hey! Happy Friday to you all!

Alright. Who is excited for the story I am about to tell? (I am hoping that you all raised your hand.)

"and we begin..." (Thanks PK)

So Tuesday night I had a date of sorts. This is only blog worthy because of the lack of real one on one dating that occurs these days.

First of all I should tell you that this date was with the lovingly nicknamed 'Mormon Bachelor'. The one guy in our ward that is following Mr. Gary's "date 'em all" philosophy. This guy is making a point to date all of the girls in our ward, and since developing this plan in January, has asked out most of our Relief Society.

So finally my name came up on the list and Mr. Bachelor asked me on an Insti -Date, a concept I came up with a few months ago to help increase institute attendance. Essentially a date to institute, it's cheap, it's easy and people get to institute. (Sadly the guys in our ward haven't really embraced it as much as I had hoped. C'est la vie.)

So with my scriptures in hand, my date picked me up for the first institute class of the summer semester. And you know what, it wasn't that bad. The class was fine. The Dairy Queen hot chocolate drinkable (Who knew Dairy Queen had hot chocolate?) Really there wasn't a lack of conversation. All in all the whole night was a thumbs sideways.

But...

It seemed that we really had nothing in common. He discussed his hatred of city life, and his one day dream to live in a secluded cabin, told me that he didn't quite get the purpose of ipods, the internet or really technology in general, and sadly stated that he had no interest in music of any kind.

I sweetly smiled, knowing that an afternoon at Henderson is all the outdoorsy-ness that I need in one year, or that I document most of my life online for the whole world to see, or that, most importantly, I fall asleep with my ipod every night.

Somehow unshared interests seems to be a common theme in my dating life. While I am not looking for a clone of myself, shouldn't I be looking for someone who has some of the same interests as me? Or does it really matter?

Does it even matter anymore if someone knows who The Beatles are, or not? (Heaven forbid!)

And we all wonder why I am single. (Sorry, this post was suppose to be funnier.)

Well in any regards, it doesn't really matter with Mr. Bachelor. He is spending his summer deep in the wilderness with limited power and running water, far away from the internet. (But then again, he just got on Facebook last week.)

Keep your fingers crossed for something good to come around.

Have a great weekend. Funny how summer snuck up on all of us so fast.

As Always,