So, it has come to my attention that there are many versions of a story I told about a date. It was probably a disaster of a date, but neither I or him thought it was that bad until we talked to other people. To tell the truth, I don't remember that much. Just highlights.
We went to a baseball game (St. Louis Cardinals versus Seattle Mariners, my favorite teams) with all the missionaries in the St. Louis mission. So now I know that's not a good idea.
I picked him up with a threesome of sister missionaries.
It was like a 100 degrees and he was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes.
We sat in front of the mission president.
I answered my cell phone twice (my mom and Laura).
This is the highlight...He took off his shoe and picked at a scab until it bled. We had to get tissues from someone I think. I laughed.
Now looking back, I can see why some would consider this a bad date. I'd like to think if you just have a good attitude about things, everything looks a little better.
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So if we were to indeed judge this as a bad date we would have to ask was it your fault for being on the phone or his for picking a scab on his toe? Is it a sign of complete lack of interest or complete comfort? I find it interesting that neither of you thought it was a bad date and yet, everyone deems it one because of the events. I say that it is great that you could be yourselves and not care what the other thought, so I am going to go with comfort…that doesn’t happen very often on a first date.
Did this happen before your mission? I think I know who your date was
Yes, it happened before my mission.
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