You'll Find It's Gonna Be Okay

If I didn't have such a deep love for my ward and Leinani, I don't know that I would go to FHE. After two weeks of less than stellar male interactions, I am pretty sure that it's not the place I'll find someone awesome to date.

So again this week I got ready for FHE and pumped myself up to cheer on my country for our FHE Olympics. The activity was great. (Awesome job buddy!) People had a lot of fun. I was just about to call it a night when a group of guys called me over to talk to them.

I cautiously went over, wondering what they wanted to talk to me about. And when I got there, one guy turned to another and said,

"When are you going to take Denise out on a blind date?"

I stood there awkwardly, smiled sheepishly and pointed out that it wasn't exactly a blind date considering we knew each other.

A few tense seconds passed, and finally my potential suitor spoke. In front of half of the ward he admitted he was busy all week. I again stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to get away from this highly embarrassing situation.

His friend piped up. "The only thing you are busy doing is playing video games. Besides, Denise is pretty awesome." I nodded in agreement. I am awesome.

And then came the greatest excuse...well...ever.

"I have to practice for choir."

Yup. That could be 1000 times better than "I'm washing my hair."

Finally I had enough of the embarrassment, and said, "Well, if you ever figure your schedule out, let me know." And walked away, cheeks burning.

I got to my car. Put my head down on the steering wheel and tried to collect my thoughts. Had I really just been shot down in front of half of my ward? I can understand not wanting to date me. That is fine. Really. But couldn't you come up with some cagey answer. "I'll have to check my schedule. I'll let you know when I am free. Next month would probably be better for me." The whole situation could have ended and I promise I wouldn't ever bring it up unless you said something.

Hmm. It's fine. It was just embarrassing, to say the least. I'll be fine tomorrow, and I promise I won't even ask this guy how practicing for choir is going.

On another slightly related note, I did get an odd invitation, by Internet Boyfriend of all people, to a hockey game next week. I know when I think Denise, I immediately think hockey. I honestly think he is just trying to round up enough people to get a group discount. But I'm going to the hockey game. After all, that is what a good Canadian would do.

How about a little Jonas Brother song to wind down with, and to help us have some faith. Things are bound to get better, someday.



As Always