This weekend I went on a couple of dates and they were great! Fun guys? Check. Unique activities? Check. Good food? Double check. (And, let's be honest, that's the only part that really matters.)
So I had a great time on both dates.
But here's the thing: neither prospect has a future. Specimen A, we'll call him Rupert*, is a great guy. However, he's not someone who could take me to the temple. (Not that it's even like that. At all.) And that's kinda a big deal. If I said he was a "flirt to convert" case, I'd be lying. Because he's already a member. And I actually enjoy spending time with him. But hey, helping to bring him back to church is a definite plus.
Specimen B, Albert*, is a super awesome dude. Do the words dude and Albert really belong in the same sentence? I feel like they don't. Anyway, I digress. He's actually someone who I could see myself going on more than a couple of dates with...and not getting sick of. And that's saying something. But...he's a convert so he wasn't able to go on a mission at age 19, so he's going on one now. Which is amazing! I'm so impressed by people who do that! But I can't help but think, really? Another soon to be missionary? I can really pick 'em, eh?
Also I have an awesome new friend. She'll be given the name *Wompel. (Or Blanch. Or Frambruka. I can't decide. The list is just so good!) She's Canadian and the other day she asked me a question and said "Eh?" at the end. It sorta made my life complete.
*Names have been changed, and to pretty terrible options I might add. Do you really think I know someone named Wompel? Ew. No offense if that's your name. But you should probably consider a name change. And fast.
Ugly names. Let's talk about that some more. Hogarth. Is that a boy or a girl name? I feel like it's not even suited for a dog. And what about Melvin and Gertrude? Quasimodo. Archibald. Eugene. Olga. Humphrey. Bertha. Myrtle. Buford. Opal. Dorkus. (Seriously, it's a name. Read Darcy's Song.) Edith. Eunice. Beaulah. Bartholomew. Ingebord. Also, every single Sesame Street character. Why must they have such awful names? The world will never know.
One of my friends wanted to name his future daughter Hildegarth.
Hopefully he marries someone who isn't a crack-addict so she can talk him out of that one.
Poor kid.