So, this evening I had my third date in the past 10 months. The guy wasn't someone who was terribly attracted to me. He's just a guy in the ward. Our ward's friendship committee had set up something they called the "mandate." Basically, the thing was a ward activity that made you go in couples, and a guy in my ward asked me to go with him.
I think someone out there is practicing voodoo...
See, we get to the park and start throwing a frisbee and a football around with two other couples. About 45 minutes into the date, Senor Really-Taller-Than-I-Am dives for the frisbee and lands on his shoulder. Up to this point in the evening, he's dived for the frisbee multiple times, and it's been fine. This time, he doesn't get up, and he starts laughing nervously--clearly indicating that he's in pain. Finally, he gets up, and then we all head towards the car of one of the other couples. We all head to the ER, and poor Senor finds out that he's not dislocated his shoulder, as we all suspected, he's just managed to tear the ligaments off of two parts of his shoulder. This amounts to 6-8 weeks of a sling, a perscription for loratab, and then physical therapy.
Just to clarify, the first guy I went on a date with wasn't physically injured on our date, we all just played cranium and then went home--fun, but more of a group party. Woo hoo those RA's...what a lively bunch. :D
The second guy I went on a date with was a guy set up by my cousin so that I wouldn't be dateless when all the other RA's in our building went to preference...honestly, he wasn't my preference, but he was nice enough (he was also a freshman...). We stayed about a foot and a half apart that whole evening, and while he looked skeptical about ice skating, I decided to go and skate. He did a lot of complaining, and then claimed to have fun. He wouldn't look me in the eye whenever I tried to wave to him anywhere on campus, in the Morris Center, or in all of DT after that. Guess I ruined the poor kid somehow...oh well. Maybe his mission will help him forget all about the trauma.
Maybe I should start coming with a warning label.
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Ouch, no good. I've only gone on 2 dates in the past 10 months and both ended with me being sick somehow. We're both coming up short on this deal.
I bet you'd be a fun date.
Not like this is anything that matters to you, though ;P
Every time I'm around guys, not even on a date necessarily, I always manage to screw something up. The other day I was with a guy who's just a friend at a grocery store and we were in the self-checkout lane and he was scanning his things and he got to the two cartons of ice cream, tried to scan, and it wouldn't let him! Then, an employee walked up, looked at me, and was like "Ma'am, you're leaning against the counter, things won't scan if you do that. Please step away."
I'm starting to find humor in the unfortunate occurences (<--sp?) that would only happen to me, especially when I'm around boys. :)
Haha poor guy. He had it coming though as he tends to throw himself around a bit carelessly. I've seen him get up from all sorts of crazy stunts unharmed. Maybe it was just his time?
I was set up by a sister of my co-worker (before my co-worker left on my mission). He lives north of me, and came to my ward building a few months ago when we had a single adult dance. He was dancing with a lady from his stake, and she proceeded to trip and fall (she blamed my date) and ended up breaking her wrist and messing up her ankle. I felt so bad for my friend, and her too, a bit.
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