So, I said my first fake date was my outing with Ice Cream Jenny, but I've been flipping through old journals, and I recant: my first fake date happened a few months before I moved to Provo.
Here is my record of 22 April 2007:
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Okay... That was... odd....
Today, Br. and Sis. Bennett (who live just a couple houses away from Jepson HQ) spoke in Church. For whatever reason, Sis. Bennett mentioned that she has a newly returned sister-missionary granddaughter visiting her this weekend. This naturally caught my attention, but I didn't think too much of it.
Sister Quiroz, bless her heart, interrupted the Sunday school class I was teaching to repeat the information to me and tell me to "get on it."
(It's probably okay she interrupted my class: I was tired and hyper and... well, I just wasn't as dignified as I probably ought to have been.)
I thought about at least introducing myself to this dear interloper, but I didn't get the chance before we left Church.
Oh, well, I thought; There's a fireside this evening; if the Bennetts come, I'll introduce myself.
Nice thought....
Mom was making dinner. I was hungry and it smelled good. Then she told me that I should ask the Bennetts' granddaughter to go to the fireside with me; I said that I thought it'd be a little strange since I'd never met her. Mom said I should ask her anyway; I said I wouldn't. Mom handed me the phone and told me the Bennetts' phone number; I put the phone away. Mom said if I didn't call, I couldn't have dinner.
I called.
Br. Bennett answered. He turned me over to Sister Bennett. She said that this was their last evening together, so they wouldn't be going out. Then she said, "If Amy wants to go, I'll have her call you."
I returned and reported to Mom.
A few minutes later, the phone rang, caller ID: Bennett, John.
I answered:
"Hello?"
"Hi, is Kyle there?"
"This is Kyle."
"Oh. Hi, Kyle--this is Amy."
"Hi."
"Uh. I was just calling to say, "Sure. I'd like to go.'"
"Oh," I said, "yeah. Cool. I figured, ya know, we returned missionaries like Church History stuff. It starts at 7, so I guess I'll pick you up around--" (I looked to Mom for guidance, and she said, "20 till.")--"twenty minutes before that. Sound good?"
"Yeah."
"Alright," I said. "I'll see you then."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
Fast forward about 3 hours to 6:40.
I drove over to the Bennetts'--something I've never done before because it's easier to walk there--and rang the bell. I had no idea who this girl was: I'd never seen her, never talked to her aside from our 15-second phone call.... All I knew was that she served in Russia for a while, took a tumble on the ice bad enough to get sent home, then finished her mission in New York.
Amy answered the door and invited me in while she went to grab her scriptures.
"I don't think I've ever driven down your driveway before," I said to Sister Bennett. "It's kinda steep."
"Yeah," she said. "You usually walk!"
Me 'n' Amy left, and a couple seconds later as we passed my house, I pointed it out:
"That's where I live," I said.
"Yeah," she said. "I know."
She then proceeded to tell me that she knows all about the Jepsons, that when her mom and grandma (Sis. Bennett) talk about Tehachapi, they always talk about Sister Jepson. She told me that she and her mom used to visit a lot when she was little, and Brandon was always in her primary class. She said she got to know Shanna a little, too ("She always said hi to me when I went to primary," she said; "made me feel special.") She said she knew I had a couple of older brothers and an older sister, too, but she never met them.
"I didn't know there was a younger brother," she said. "My grandma told me Kyle Jepson called, and I said, 'Who's Kyle? I didn't know there WAS a Kyle!' I thought Brandon was the youngest boy."
Oh. How nice.
We cahtted on the ride to the Chruch and for a little while after we got there. The fireside started just in time to rescue us from an awkward silence.
The speaker collects pictoral prints from old newspapers ("old" meaning late 1800s, early 1900s). It was supposed to be a Church history fireside, but it seemed to be an expose of various artwork--most of which portrayed the Chruch unkindly. There were some pretty good ones--including a photograph of the Salt Lake Temple with the scaffolding still on it--but the majority was anti-Mormon stuff. He treated it lightly, making a joke of it, but my mission in Idaho made me see that there is NOTHING funny about anti-Mormon literature.
Fine date your on, Kyle. Brilliant.
The drive home was pretty solemn. I somehow managed to get her to open up about her health problems, and she unloaded on me all the troubles she's been having.
"I don't really like to talk about it," she said at the end. Then she realized she had just told me all about it and said, "Oh. I guess I just told you all about it, but--"
It's nive to know I'm the kinda guy people can confide in.
She went on to explain that the worst part is all the pity she gets, all they worrying and poo-pooing people do, always fussing over her, afraid to invite her to do things because they're afraid she's not able.
She's not always able, though: she couldn't go back to BYU when she got home because of her back problems (her neck, shoulders, and back were all affected, and she's always in pain), and she can't work much, either.
Poor soul....
She's a good person, though: she's optimistic, friendly, happy....
I'm not sorry I asked her, frankly. I enjoyed it.
I hope she did, too.
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A few months after I moved to Provo, my mom called me. She had been talking to Sister Bennett and learned that Amy was back at BYU.
"You should look her up and ask her out," my mom said: "her dad makes a lot of money; it'd be nice for you to marry into money."
That was a year ago, I'd bet; I still haven't done it.
Doubt I ever will....
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Take a hike!
This comparatively unexciting story comes to you courtesy of my journal entry dated 27Aug08:
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Yesterday, I went over to Cinnamon Tree to visit Apartment 55 (Mailee, Jill, Amanda, Jaime, and Sarah). I had promised them (well, Mailee and Sarah) that I'd drop by to perform my monologue for them. When I got there, Amanda came out of her room and said, "You wanna go on a date?"
She wasn't really asking me out: some guy who just moved into CT asked her out, and they were gonna go hiking in Rock Canyon, but she didn't want to spend a first date (with a guy she'd just met) alone out hiking around, so she was looking for someone to double with them.
Jill and I took the job.
William (Amanda's date) showed up shortly thereafter, so I performed my monologue for him and the 55-ers, and then we went hiking.
It was... nice....
Frankly, I think William is a weirdo, and I don't blame Amanda for not wanting to be alone with him.
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Yesterday, I went over to Cinnamon Tree to visit Apartment 55 (Mailee, Jill, Amanda, Jaime, and Sarah). I had promised them (well, Mailee and Sarah) that I'd drop by to perform my monologue for them. When I got there, Amanda came out of her room and said, "You wanna go on a date?"
She wasn't really asking me out: some guy who just moved into CT asked her out, and they were gonna go hiking in Rock Canyon, but she didn't want to spend a first date (with a guy she'd just met) alone out hiking around, so she was looking for someone to double with them.
Jill and I took the job.
William (Amanda's date) showed up shortly thereafter, so I performed my monologue for him and the 55-ers, and then we went hiking.
It was... nice....
Frankly, I think William is a weirdo, and I don't blame Amanda for not wanting to be alone with him.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Blind date wedding
This story features good ole Confuzzled. Because she has only existed (as far as I'm concerned) outside of cyberspace for one day, this record, rather than coming from my journal, is brought to you courtesy of my Gmail account.
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It all began with this excerpt from an idle Gmail chat had on 9/13/08:
confuzzled: So I've decided there must be something in the water around here . . .
A couple days later (9/15/08), this Gmail chat occurred:
And so we went to the wedding. It was pretty much the maiden voyage of The Manimal, and it was a blind date with someone I met online--really, there was all sorts of potential for really horrible, awkward, random, painful, hi-larious things to occur, but I regret to say that it went off without much of a hitch (except for the wedding, I guess. Get it? They got--hitched! Ahardyharhar...). There was that one part where I got us lost in a sprawling field and we ended up at the tollbooth entrance to an island and had to turn around and search for a freeway, but even that wasn't too bad because we had plenty of time to kill between the wedding and the reception anyway.
At the reception, they had a guy making balloon animals--balloon butterflies, I might add! They also had complimentary bubbles for all the guests--bubbles, I say! It was pretty much the best reception ever.
Unfortunately, after I took Confuzzled back to her place and then returned to Provo, I developed my first symptoms of salmonella poisoning, so my journal doesn't record many details of the actual social excursion. Just as an aside, though, Confuzzled looked smashingly good in blue. (Are you blushing, Confuzzled?)
So there you have it.
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It all began with this excerpt from an idle Gmail chat had on 9/13/08:
confuzzled: So I've decided there must be something in the water around here . . .
Everyone I know (my roommates aside) seems to be getting married this summer/fall
10:38 PM I just got another wedding invite in the mail
Except it's a Catholic wedding
That will be a new experience for me
I've only ever been to non-denominational weddings
me: Oh
Getting married is--
I dunno
10:39 PM The cool thing for twenty-somethings in Utah, it seems
Did you know that?
confuzzled: I had noticed, actually
me: I thought you lived in this state a long time....
confuzzled: I've never lived anywhere but this state
10:40 PM I'm just irked because the invitation for the wedding and reception said "Katie and Guest"
me: And you've made it this long without drinking the water?
You must be thirsty
confuzzled: Well, it's mostly college friends . . . so it's something that must have been added to the water in Ogden recently
me: Whatever you do don't drink it
Could be
dangerous....
=)
10:41 PM confuzzled: Well, since I live in Salt Lake, I needn't worry about drinking the Ogden water
me: Oh
right
...silly me...
So all these people getting married are in Ogden?
You have--a lot of connections there?
10:42 PM confuzzled: This particular couple is getting married in Layton . . . but they met in Ogden
And their reception is actually at the Weber Alumni Center
10:43 PM me: It's a Catholic wedding, and it isn't in a church?
confuzzled: The wedding is in a church. The church is in Layton.
The reception is at the alumni center.
me: Ohhh
Okay, I get it
10:44 PM And you're irked because--
Because you're supposed to bring a guest, and if either of you drink the water, it might make for an interesting night in Vegas?
confuzzled: Because I'm supposed to be a guest
10:45 PM me: Cuz Vegas and Ogden are so close....
confuzzled: And I know that in this instance, "guest" = "date"
me: Ah
confuzzled: It's karmic payback, really
me: How so?
confuzzled: I was telling my friend Steve on Thursday how much I dislike asking guys out and how there was no way I'd be asking a guy out any time soon
10:46 PM The invitation came in the mail the next day . . .
me: Well
Serves you right, then
e
r
something like that
[e+r=er]
confuzzled: I caught that
Well, see, I really hate asking guys out because I don't drive
10:47 PM So it's not like I can take them to the event
me: Oh
I see
That makes some sense
...I guess...
10:48 PM confuzzled: I'm kind of wishing I didn't really like both of these people
(The couple getting married both are good friends of mine; we all tutored together at the WSU Writing Center)
10:49 PM Because then I'd not feel guilty about RSVPing "Sorry, not coming"
me: Well, that's what you get for having friends
10:50 PM confuzzled: I know. I should have just been an antisocial jerk.
Then I wouldn't have this problem
me: Well, it's never too late to change, you know
Just lace your RSVP with anthrax or some such
10:51 PM Then there won't be a reception for you to miss
No more potential for guilt for being a no show
(...just for being a murderous terrorist)
10:52 PM confuzzled: You're so helpful!
10:53 PM me: I do what I can
10:54 PM confuzzled: The guy my roommates think I should ask lives in Ogden, so I won't ask him . . . because even if I had him pick me up from my parents', he'd still have to drive down to Centerville, then back to Layton, then to Ogden, then back to Centerville
And I don't think I'm worth the gas money, to be quite frank
me: Woah, easy now
10:55 PM I'd hate for you to squeeze some semblence of kind words out of me
confuzzled: I'm just stating plain fact
And you don't have to squeeze out any kind words
Because I was already roundly chastized by my roommate for making that particular comment.
me: Fat lot of good it did, I see....
10:56 PM confuzzled: It may shock you to learn that I'm just about as stubborn as they come
(Then again, it may not)
me: Nope, didn't shock me
A couple days later (9/15/08), this Gmail chat occurred:
me:
8:57 PM So did you spend yesterday hitting on all the boys in your ward to try to rustle up a date? ;P confuzzled: Yesterday, we actually had the big-stake-conference-type thingie in the Conference Center
So that would be a no
8:58 PM Although between the stress caused by thinking about that, trying to figure out what my comp theory professors wants us to do exactly, and general life pressures, I did manage to give myself a migraine
Because I'm that talented
(And that much a basket case)
me: Wow--
8:59 PM and now you're--
looking at a computer screen?
Bet that's ril good for the migraine!
confuzzled: Oh, it's gone now
me: You're crazy =P
Oh
confuzzled: It was in full force this morning
So I medicated it, called work, and went back to bed
till I had class
Can't miss class
me: Yeah...
9:00 PM confuzzled: As for me being crazy, tell me something I didn't already know ;)
me: I'm crazy, too!
Or did you know that already?
9:01 PM confuzzled: Oh, I was pretty darn sure
me: Well
now you know
Are you really that stressed about that reception thing?
Shoot
9:02 PM When is it?
I don't have a car just now
But I will within a week
I can cruise up to SLC and onward to--
to--
that place you said it was
confuzzled: Layton and Ogden?
To go to a wedding and a reception?
me: Yeah, that one
confuzzled: With some crazy girl?
who, at the moment, is a total wreck?
me: ESPECIALLY a crazy girl
confuzzled: You're more daring than I thought.
me: No
crazy
9:03 PM The distinction is slight but, in this case, vital
And so we went to the wedding. It was pretty much the maiden voyage of The Manimal, and it was a blind date with someone I met online--really, there was all sorts of potential for really horrible, awkward, random, painful, hi-larious things to occur, but I regret to say that it went off without much of a hitch (except for the wedding, I guess. Get it? They got--hitched! Ahardyharhar...). There was that one part where I got us lost in a sprawling field and we ended up at the tollbooth entrance to an island and had to turn around and search for a freeway, but even that wasn't too bad because we had plenty of time to kill between the wedding and the reception anyway.
At the reception, they had a guy making balloon animals--balloon butterflies, I might add! They also had complimentary bubbles for all the guests--bubbles, I say! It was pretty much the best reception ever.
Unfortunately, after I took Confuzzled back to her place and then returned to Provo, I developed my first symptoms of salmonella poisoning, so my journal doesn't record many details of the actual social excursion. Just as an aside, though, Confuzzled looked smashingly good in blue. (Are you blushing, Confuzzled?)
So there you have it.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Tommy boy
Perhaps the best Fake Date ever happened 11 June 2008; here's that journal entry:
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Me and my fakedates. Holy cow....
So I was headed off to take a walk when, as I passed by Apt 47, Jason Chandler called out to me, so I went inside. He and Rich Scott (who also lives there) were hanging out with a couple friends I didn't know, and they were trying to get a hold of another friend (named Suzy), but she wasn't answering her phone. They had each left her a message, and now they wanted me to do the same.
After some coaxing, I consented, and left a message something like, "Dude, Suzy, what gives? This is Tommy, and it's coming up on 11, and I've been waiting here since 9:30! Am I at the wrong mall or something? You did say the Towne Center and not University, right? I dunno. I'm sorry; I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad at the situation, so give me a call, and we'll sort this whole thing out. You know my number--I assume! I mean, you've called me enough times! Anyway, I'll talk to you later. Bye."
After getting a round of high fives and highest praise, I bid the pranksters adieu and continued on my walk.
I had only gotten as far as crossing the street when I received a text message from Suzy:
I'm on another date you dork. Future reference: chocolate and flowers equals winner!
I sprinted back to apartment 47.
"Jason Chandler!" I shouted. "She texted me!!"
They all huddled around my phone to behold the message, and then Jason replied (using my phone!) thus:
I thought we planned this weeks ago. Whats going on
Well, I couldn't hardly go for a walk now: she was bound to respond to that! Furthermore, the pranksters were now scheming to deliver chocolate and flowers to her door. So we all piled into Rich's car and headed to Macey's.
This text came en route:
We're planning an elopment. What's your offer?
I read it aloud and then responded:
Just wait till you get home....
As we walked from the car to the store entrance, she said:
Is that a threat or a promise?
To which I responded (no longer needing any coaching):
Both
We picked up a Snickers bar (which Jason ate part of) and an advertisement for married housing. On the drive to Suzy's place, I wrote a note, and we pulled over to pick some flowering weeds. My note went something like this:
Dearest Suzy,
This half-eaten Snickers bar doth represent the remnants of what was once my courageous heart. Nevertheless, while the fading embers of our love yet burn, even so doth hope remain within my bruiséd bosom. And if this sweet chocolate and this housing for the newly married can find place in thy cruel heart, call off thine engagement and return to me, thy gentle Tommy. For as these flowers, removed from fertile soil, shalt surely wilt, so too shall my noble soul dry up without they pure love.
Loyally thine,
Tommy Tess
I delievered the gifts in the classic ding-dong, ditch style, and this text arrived shortly thereafter:
Cute Tommy. Cute and impressive. Love blossoms in the swimming pool: tomorrow at 4:30 University Villa. Option 2: my place at 6, bring icecream and further overtures of love and friendship or forever be branded a stick in the mud!
I read it to the group, said I wasn't gonna respond and that it was up to them to decide what to do, and then went off and finally had my walk.
As I was walking home, this came from Suzy:
Stick in the mud! tommy, how can you possibly be asleep?! show your face tomorrow or all is hopeless!
To which I responded:
Your place. 6.
She responded:
I love you. lets start anew tomorrow...dear
I ran to apt 47 to tell Jason what had happened and to get Suzy's address. As we talked, this came:
I will love you more with (premium select smith's brand) icecream... :)
To which I responded:
Noted.
So. Tomorrow after guitar class, I go to redefine "blind date."
I'm such a weirdo!
But then, so is she, it would seem, so maybe it's okay....
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The next day, I went with a carton of Premium Select Mint&Chip and got to know Suzy and Krista (her roommate). I had planned to try to do something crazy (like introduce myself by saying, "I'm Kyle, Tommy's roommate. Tommy couldn't make it, so he sent me," and see how long I could keep them thinking Tommy was a real person), but when I got there, a girl who had been in on the whole thing was just leaving, and she said, "Don't worry, Kyle: I told them the whole story."
Blast....
So I settled for just being myself:
"Tommy!" they said when I arrived.
"Hi," I said. "My name's actually--"
"We know you're name isn't Tommy," they said, "but you'll always be Tommy to us."
We chatted and ate ice cream for, like, 2 1/2 hours.
We still hang out sometimes. They still call me Tommy, even though they that's not my name. It's--a strange friendship, but I kinda like it.
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Me and my fakedates. Holy cow....
So I was headed off to take a walk when, as I passed by Apt 47, Jason Chandler called out to me, so I went inside. He and Rich Scott (who also lives there) were hanging out with a couple friends I didn't know, and they were trying to get a hold of another friend (named Suzy), but she wasn't answering her phone. They had each left her a message, and now they wanted me to do the same.
After some coaxing, I consented, and left a message something like, "Dude, Suzy, what gives? This is Tommy, and it's coming up on 11, and I've been waiting here since 9:30! Am I at the wrong mall or something? You did say the Towne Center and not University, right? I dunno. I'm sorry; I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad at the situation, so give me a call, and we'll sort this whole thing out. You know my number--I assume! I mean, you've called me enough times! Anyway, I'll talk to you later. Bye."
After getting a round of high fives and highest praise, I bid the pranksters adieu and continued on my walk.
I had only gotten as far as crossing the street when I received a text message from Suzy:
I'm on another date you dork. Future reference: chocolate and flowers equals winner!
I sprinted back to apartment 47.
"Jason Chandler!" I shouted. "She texted me!!"
They all huddled around my phone to behold the message, and then Jason replied (using my phone!) thus:
I thought we planned this weeks ago. Whats going on
Well, I couldn't hardly go for a walk now: she was bound to respond to that! Furthermore, the pranksters were now scheming to deliver chocolate and flowers to her door. So we all piled into Rich's car and headed to Macey's.
This text came en route:
We're planning an elopment. What's your offer?
I read it aloud and then responded:
Just wait till you get home....
As we walked from the car to the store entrance, she said:
Is that a threat or a promise?
To which I responded (no longer needing any coaching):
Both
We picked up a Snickers bar (which Jason ate part of) and an advertisement for married housing. On the drive to Suzy's place, I wrote a note, and we pulled over to pick some flowering weeds. My note went something like this:
Dearest Suzy,
This half-eaten Snickers bar doth represent the remnants of what was once my courageous heart. Nevertheless, while the fading embers of our love yet burn, even so doth hope remain within my bruiséd bosom. And if this sweet chocolate and this housing for the newly married can find place in thy cruel heart, call off thine engagement and return to me, thy gentle Tommy. For as these flowers, removed from fertile soil, shalt surely wilt, so too shall my noble soul dry up without they pure love.
Loyally thine,
Tommy Tess
I delievered the gifts in the classic ding-dong, ditch style, and this text arrived shortly thereafter:
Cute Tommy. Cute and impressive. Love blossoms in the swimming pool: tomorrow at 4:30 University Villa. Option 2: my place at 6, bring icecream and further overtures of love and friendship or forever be branded a stick in the mud!
I read it to the group, said I wasn't gonna respond and that it was up to them to decide what to do, and then went off and finally had my walk.
As I was walking home, this came from Suzy:
Stick in the mud! tommy, how can you possibly be asleep?! show your face tomorrow or all is hopeless!
To which I responded:
Your place. 6.
She responded:
I love you. lets start anew tomorrow...dear
I ran to apt 47 to tell Jason what had happened and to get Suzy's address. As we talked, this came:
I will love you more with (premium select smith's brand) icecream... :)
To which I responded:
Noted.
So. Tomorrow after guitar class, I go to redefine "blind date."
I'm such a weirdo!
But then, so is she, it would seem, so maybe it's okay....
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The next day, I went with a carton of Premium Select Mint&Chip and got to know Suzy and Krista (her roommate). I had planned to try to do something crazy (like introduce myself by saying, "I'm Kyle, Tommy's roommate. Tommy couldn't make it, so he sent me," and see how long I could keep them thinking Tommy was a real person), but when I got there, a girl who had been in on the whole thing was just leaving, and she said, "Don't worry, Kyle: I told them the whole story."
Blast....
So I settled for just being myself:
"Tommy!" they said when I arrived.
"Hi," I said. "My name's actually--"
"We know you're name isn't Tommy," they said, "but you'll always be Tommy to us."
We chatted and ate ice cream for, like, 2 1/2 hours.
We still hang out sometimes. They still call me Tommy, even though they that's not my name. It's--a strange friendship, but I kinda like it.
Is that--a hint?
I regret that I do not have a journal entry detailed enough to copy word for word, but this happened 6 May 2008:
I was walking from the dorms I clean as a janitor to a guitar class I took during the spring. I had my guitar on my back as I crossed campus, and I ran into a girl named Jordan who was in my ward. I said hello, and she asked about the guitar, so I told her I was going to a class.
"Oh," she said. "When does your class end?"
"Six," I said.
"Six, huh," she said. "I'll be hungry by then."
Um--what? Okay....
"It's pretty hot today," I said, "and so I was thinking about grabbing some ice cream after my class gets out--you wanna come?"
"Sure!" she said.
That was kinda weird....
She's a cool girl, though, so the date wasn't too awkward. One weird thing: while we were eating her ice cream, she said something like, "I thought it was funny how you were all, 'It's hot; you wanna get ice cream,' 'cuz I don't think I've ever been asked out that spontaneously before."
Huh. Kay. Whatever. Maybe she just likes telling people what her eating schedule's like....
I was walking from the dorms I clean as a janitor to a guitar class I took during the spring. I had my guitar on my back as I crossed campus, and I ran into a girl named Jordan who was in my ward. I said hello, and she asked about the guitar, so I told her I was going to a class.
"Oh," she said. "When does your class end?"
"Six," I said.
"Six, huh," she said. "I'll be hungry by then."
Um--what? Okay....
"It's pretty hot today," I said, "and so I was thinking about grabbing some ice cream after my class gets out--you wanna come?"
"Sure!" she said.
That was kinda weird....
She's a cool girl, though, so the date wasn't too awkward. One weird thing: while we were eating her ice cream, she said something like, "I thought it was funny how you were all, 'It's hot; you wanna get ice cream,' 'cuz I don't think I've ever been asked out that spontaneously before."
Huh. Kay. Whatever. Maybe she just likes telling people what her eating schedule's like....
Provo Canyon--oolala!
There is a canyon just north of Provo that has the reputation of being the place you take you're date if you're more interested in making-out than anything else. I've only taken a date there once, but we certainly didn't make-out. I had lived in Provo just a little over two months at the time had made a handful of friends in my ward. One of them was a girl names Sarah. We hung out with the same group of friends, but we didn't know each other terribly well at the time this story took place.
Journal entry dated 12 October 2007:
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That was--interesting.
I suppose I may have just gone on a date with Sarah. Of a sort. In a way. I guess....
At about 10:00 tonight, apartmentmate Jason asks whether any of us want to go see Transformers, so a group of us piled in his car and headed for Movies 8.
Transformers was sold out at Movies 8, so we went to a different theater.
Transformers was sold out there, too, so we came home.
Now, as we were heading out, I saw Sarah ping-ponging in the lounge and invited her along, but she said that she just saw it a couple days ago. When we got back, we told her what had happened, and then we all kinda hung out in the lounge, shooting pool, playing ping-pong, and fiddling around on the piano.
Eventually, Jason and Danny and I were hanging out here in the apartment, and Danny played a funny clip of a Southern Baptist preacher on his laptop. After we had listened to it once through and had a good laugh, Danny said that it was the sort of thing Sarah would enjoy and that someone should go get her; I volunteered and went outside.
Sarah had apparently gone back to her apartment, and by now it was well past 11, so I didn’t want to knock; I decided to just return back to my apartment. A very odd thing happened next. I went back in the apartment and related what had just happened, and then Jason and Danny started—I don’t know what to call it; I don’t even know how to describe it.
It was so weird!
I mean, they were speaking plain English, but I have no idea where they were coming from! They started asking my why it’s taking me so long to ask Sarah out, what I’m waiting for, why I haven’t gotten around to it. They spoke to me as though whenever I’m around them, all I ever talk about is how much I want to ask her out or as though I spend all my time hanging out with her and it’s high time I take it to another level; perhaps if either of those two things were the case, then the way they were saying what they were saying wouldn’t have confused me, but because neither of those things are true, I could only stare at them in flabbergasted wonderment and ask several times, “What is going on here?”
Ultimately I found myself knocking on Sarah’s door and telling her to come over because Danny had something he wanted to show her. As we walked, she told me that Movies 8 still had a 12:15 showing of Transformers (it was midnight at this time) and that she had decided she wanted to go.
We got to my apartment, had a good laugh at Danny’s clip, and then called Movies 8 to makes sure they still had openings; Movies 8 informed us that there were still 70 tickets or so for Transformers, so we decided to go.
Dillydallying ensued, so I led the charge outside, and Sarah went off to get her purse.
No one else came out.
I popped my head back inside the apartment and asked Jason and Danny whether they were coming.
"We were thinking you could make it a date," Jason said.
"Yeah," Danny agreed; "I don’t want to get in the way of the magic!"
I blinked at them a few times in near disbelief, shook my head, and went outside.
"Well," I said to Sarah, "looks like it’s just you 'n' me!"
"Those other guys aren’t coming?" she asked in surprise.
"Nope," I said; "they all backed out."
So, we went to Movies 8 and were met with a long line that ate up the remaining 70 tickets.
So, we went to the other theater, but it was closed.
Cruising thought various parking lots as we left the second theater, I wound up on a street that I was totally unfamiliar with, but it led us to University Ave, so all was well.
"2700 North‽" I said when I saw the street sign at the stoplight. "How did we get so far north?"
"You really don’t know your way around this town, do you?" Sarah asked, amused.
"I have a terrible sense of direction. 2700 North. Wow. Let’s go south a bit, eh?"
I turned left and drove.
And drove and drove and drove and drove and--
As it turns out, left=north.
Oops....
I was seriously confused, wondering how so much canyon got between University Mall and downtown Provo; Sarah, I guess, though I was just taking her somewhere in Provo Canyon since the movie didn’t work out. It took a long time for us to figure out that I had made a mistake.
But the conversation flowed nicely enough; we had fun, talking and laughing. We spent, like, 45 minutes together, so I imagine that counts as a date despite the fact that it was both impromptu and accidental.
Hm. Well. There you go.
Journal entry dated 12 October 2007:
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That was--interesting.
I suppose I may have just gone on a date with Sarah. Of a sort. In a way. I guess....
At about 10:00 tonight, apartmentmate Jason asks whether any of us want to go see Transformers, so a group of us piled in his car and headed for Movies 8.
Transformers was sold out at Movies 8, so we went to a different theater.
Transformers was sold out there, too, so we came home.
Now, as we were heading out, I saw Sarah ping-ponging in the lounge and invited her along, but she said that she just saw it a couple days ago. When we got back, we told her what had happened, and then we all kinda hung out in the lounge, shooting pool, playing ping-pong, and fiddling around on the piano.
Eventually, Jason and Danny and I were hanging out here in the apartment, and Danny played a funny clip of a Southern Baptist preacher on his laptop. After we had listened to it once through and had a good laugh, Danny said that it was the sort of thing Sarah would enjoy and that someone should go get her; I volunteered and went outside.
Sarah had apparently gone back to her apartment, and by now it was well past 11, so I didn’t want to knock; I decided to just return back to my apartment. A very odd thing happened next. I went back in the apartment and related what had just happened, and then Jason and Danny started—I don’t know what to call it; I don’t even know how to describe it.
It was so weird!
I mean, they were speaking plain English, but I have no idea where they were coming from! They started asking my why it’s taking me so long to ask Sarah out, what I’m waiting for, why I haven’t gotten around to it. They spoke to me as though whenever I’m around them, all I ever talk about is how much I want to ask her out or as though I spend all my time hanging out with her and it’s high time I take it to another level; perhaps if either of those two things were the case, then the way they were saying what they were saying wouldn’t have confused me, but because neither of those things are true, I could only stare at them in flabbergasted wonderment and ask several times, “What is going on here?”
Ultimately I found myself knocking on Sarah’s door and telling her to come over because Danny had something he wanted to show her. As we walked, she told me that Movies 8 still had a 12:15 showing of Transformers (it was midnight at this time) and that she had decided she wanted to go.
We got to my apartment, had a good laugh at Danny’s clip, and then called Movies 8 to makes sure they still had openings; Movies 8 informed us that there were still 70 tickets or so for Transformers, so we decided to go.
Dillydallying ensued, so I led the charge outside, and Sarah went off to get her purse.
No one else came out.
I popped my head back inside the apartment and asked Jason and Danny whether they were coming.
"We were thinking you could make it a date," Jason said.
"Yeah," Danny agreed; "I don’t want to get in the way of the magic!"
I blinked at them a few times in near disbelief, shook my head, and went outside.
"Well," I said to Sarah, "looks like it’s just you 'n' me!"
"Those other guys aren’t coming?" she asked in surprise.
"Nope," I said; "they all backed out."
So, we went to Movies 8 and were met with a long line that ate up the remaining 70 tickets.
So, we went to the other theater, but it was closed.
Cruising thought various parking lots as we left the second theater, I wound up on a street that I was totally unfamiliar with, but it led us to University Ave, so all was well.
"2700 North‽" I said when I saw the street sign at the stoplight. "How did we get so far north?"
"You really don’t know your way around this town, do you?" Sarah asked, amused.
"I have a terrible sense of direction. 2700 North. Wow. Let’s go south a bit, eh?"
I turned left and drove.
And drove and drove and drove and drove and--
As it turns out, left=north.
Oops....
I was seriously confused, wondering how so much canyon got between University Mall and downtown Provo; Sarah, I guess, though I was just taking her somewhere in Provo Canyon since the movie didn’t work out. It took a long time for us to figure out that I had made a mistake.
But the conversation flowed nicely enough; we had fun, talking and laughing. We spent, like, 45 minutes together, so I imagine that counts as a date despite the fact that it was both impromptu and accidental.
Hm. Well. There you go.
Ice Cream Jenny
My first Fake Date happened about a month after I moved to Provo. My good buddy Ben (who, at the time, was pretty much my only friend in town) was recently engaged, and I found myself tagging along with him and his fiancee April a lot.
This is the account of my first Fake Date from my journal, 4 September 2007
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So. I just went on a date.
I just went on a date?
I just went on a date!
BenandApril were going out to ice cream at SubZero and invited me along, but I didn't want to be an an awkward third wheel again, so I resolved to ask a random girl to come along.
As it turns out, most girls travel in packs (I'm not willing to spring for four or five girls to have ice cream); those girls that don't walk around with other girls are usually with a guy.
I went to the parking lot and noticed a girl just getting out of her car.
"Hi!" I said.
"Hi!" she said.
"How are you?" sez me.
"I'm good," sed she.
"What's your name?"
"Kim."
"Hi, Kim; I'm Kyle."
"Hi Kyle."
"So, can I ask you a really weird question without you being put off?"
"Sure."
"You wanna go get ice cream?"
"No. Sorry. My boyfriend's actually meeting me here soon."
"Oh! Well, have fun with your boyfriend!"
"Okay. Bye."
(Not exactly like that because I did explain to her the circumstances.)
I went back to our apartment, charged inside, and shouted to BenandApril, "Give my a Purple Heart! That was fun; I'm gonna try again!"
I stepped outside and--lo and behold!--a girl was walking down from the upper level via the stairwell right in front of me!
"Hi!" I said.
"How are you, Kyle?" she asked.
"Uh. Good. Can I ask you a weird question?"
"Let me guess: 'What's your name?'?"
"Um. No. That's a good one, though. What is your name?"
"Jenny."
"Oh. Alright, Jenny; can I ask you a weird question?"
"Okay."
"You wanna go get some ice cream?"
"Sure!"
"Sweet. My roommate and his fiancee are going, and they invited me along, but I didn't want to be an awkward third wheel."
"Understandable."
So we went, and it was fun.
This is the account of my first Fake Date from my journal, 4 September 2007
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So. I just went on a date.
I just went on a date?
I just went on a date!
BenandApril were going out to ice cream at SubZero and invited me along, but I didn't want to be an an awkward third wheel again, so I resolved to ask a random girl to come along.
As it turns out, most girls travel in packs (I'm not willing to spring for four or five girls to have ice cream); those girls that don't walk around with other girls are usually with a guy.
I went to the parking lot and noticed a girl just getting out of her car.
"Hi!" I said.
"Hi!" she said.
"How are you?" sez me.
"I'm good," sed she.
"What's your name?"
"Kim."
"Hi, Kim; I'm Kyle."
"Hi Kyle."
"So, can I ask you a really weird question without you being put off?"
"Sure."
"You wanna go get ice cream?"
"No. Sorry. My boyfriend's actually meeting me here soon."
"Oh! Well, have fun with your boyfriend!"
"Okay. Bye."
(Not exactly like that because I did explain to her the circumstances.)
I went back to our apartment, charged inside, and shouted to BenandApril, "Give my a Purple Heart! That was fun; I'm gonna try again!"
I stepped outside and--lo and behold!--a girl was walking down from the upper level via the stairwell right in front of me!
"Hi!" I said.
"How are you, Kyle?" she asked.
"Uh. Good. Can I ask you a weird question?"
"Let me guess: 'What's your name?'?"
"Um. No. That's a good one, though. What is your name?"
"Jenny."
"Oh. Alright, Jenny; can I ask you a weird question?"
"Okay."
"You wanna go get some ice cream?"
"Sure!"
"Sweet. My roommate and his fiancee are going, and they invited me along, but I didn't want to be an awkward third wheel."
"Understandable."
So we went, and it was fun.
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