A Promise is a Promise

Upon request, I'm posting another true dating story. Ha ha. I'm laughing already just remembering.:) And Breanne, don't worry, my story's not about Spencer. I had fun with him. I'll call you, I promise.:)

So, I had a Collins (think Pride and Prejudice) experience two Sundays ago. Church ended and I stood, and there was this new guy standing in the pew (sp?) right behind me. He's tall, lanky, dark hair, glasses, and moved in a month ago. His first day in Sunday school he told us that he'd just gotten custody of his three children. He's very vocal, so I've been able to get to know him through his comments in church but had never had a one-on-one conversation. I've kind of kept my distance, so I was surprised to see him looking like he wanted to talk to me.

He didn't talk for the first few seconds and then said, "I've been waiting for the right moment to talk to you. I first noticed you at temple baptisms, and I find you very attractive . . ." Then he stared, and I kept my mouth shut waiting. He seemed to be looking at my neck, but then I looked away because I noticed Brother Weir, the executive secretary, waiting to talk to me. He seemed to recognize what was going on and walked away, even though I was ready to yell out, "Wait. Don't leave me!" Another girl was leaning on my bench waiting to talk to me, too, but when I made eye contact with her she whispered, "I'll talk to you later." I turned back to Collins and he continued. "So to skip right to it, do you want to go out this Saturday at 8 p.m.?" I froze. I hate being taken off guard. I knew I was already doing something, but I couldn't think. "I have a date." I knew I didn't have a date. "Hmm, I can see how that would be—you having a date," Collins said. I scrambled to end the conversation. "Well, thanks. Have a good Sunday" and turned to grab my bag and leave. I felt bad, but not that bad.

My mom so wished she could've been there, but you are all invited to watch the movie in heaven.:)