Last night, I went to what was probably my last YSA dance. I have less than three months left till I turn 31, and therefore a pumpkin, I mean a MSA - Mid Single Adult. So, Going to the YSA dance last night, I was hesitant. Especially since I heard most of the guys are about 19 years old. yeah, I've waited for a missionary once already, thank you, NOT DOING THAT AGAIN!!
Any way, I also had a sprained ankle, so I knew I would have to sit out most of the dancing. Thankfully they played some disco songs that allowed me to dance without moving my feet much. I decided to go because a lot of my friends would be there, and I miss them. Plus, I am becoming socially awkward again, so I need to interact with people.
I went to this dance with no pressure to do anything but love my time with my friends and enjoy myself. I can't dance, because of my ankle, so I didn't have to enter the "most outrageous dancer" competition. The men were mostly too young, so I wasn't looking for their attention either. The only real stress I had was to come up with a costume. Rock Star. DONE. that was easy, leather jacket, shiny pants, dramatic make up, spiky hair, and punkish jewelry, and some glittery finger nails. done, done and done.
So, with my only expectations being to enjoy myself and hang out with my long lost friends, I was rather surprised to leave the dance "meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a (handsome man) can bestow." How did I happen to meet with these fine eyes? From whence did they come? To whom do they belong?
Sometimes I am very surprised to come across very very hansom and attractive men that seem equally interested in me. There are a lot of toads out there, and that pair of fine eyes was very refreshing and invigorating. I saw him on the couch in the foyer of the church as I entered, but I had no thought of meeting him, though he was good looking.
Twenty minutes later Sister La Mar, a councilor in the bishopric's wife, and a very good friend of mine was leading this very very handsome man my direction. "He was born in Russia, and grew up here in the states, I thought you two should meet" She said as she introduced me to the fine pair of Russian eyes.
We talked a bit, and then we were interrupted and I lost him for most of the rest of the night, but I couldn't get him out of my head. there was just something intriguing about him, and I so longed to talk to him again. Awkward moment, they switched it up and asked the girls to all find guys and ask them to dance a slow song. I determined to find my Russian, but alas, some other girl beat me to it.
Finally, it was time for me to leave and go home. No opportunities had presented themselves, and I was kind of sad. I said good bye to all my friends and then I saw him, sitting by the La Mars. eh ha ha, a chance, I shall say goodbye to the La Mars and some how give him my number.
I said good bye to the La Mars, he was just a chair over, I turned to him. I said "It was a pleasure to meet you" We had a short, but awkward conversation where it seemed clear we were both trying to figure out what to do, how to meet again, but how to not make it awkward. Finally I said, "Do you have your phone? I'd like to give you my number."
What I was actually thinking and held my tongue and avoided saying was "Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, your born in Russia, now in the navy, Here's my number, call me maybe?" yeah, we've all had enough of that song, so I used my better judgment and didn't say that.
He talked about wanting to do something next week, but I don't know if he completely realized that he didn't give me his number, because he wanted me to get a hold of him with my schedule, which I reminded him, that he would have to at least text me so I could get his number if anything is to happen.
I don't know if he will contact me or not. If he doesn't I will be sad. But, for now I have the memory of a pair of fine Russian eyes warming my soul. Happy Halloween everyone.
Any way, I also had a sprained ankle, so I knew I would have to sit out most of the dancing. Thankfully they played some disco songs that allowed me to dance without moving my feet much. I decided to go because a lot of my friends would be there, and I miss them. Plus, I am becoming socially awkward again, so I need to interact with people.
I went to this dance with no pressure to do anything but love my time with my friends and enjoy myself. I can't dance, because of my ankle, so I didn't have to enter the "most outrageous dancer" competition. The men were mostly too young, so I wasn't looking for their attention either. The only real stress I had was to come up with a costume. Rock Star. DONE. that was easy, leather jacket, shiny pants, dramatic make up, spiky hair, and punkish jewelry, and some glittery finger nails. done, done and done.
So, with my only expectations being to enjoy myself and hang out with my long lost friends, I was rather surprised to leave the dance "meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a (handsome man) can bestow." How did I happen to meet with these fine eyes? From whence did they come? To whom do they belong?
Sometimes I am very surprised to come across very very hansom and attractive men that seem equally interested in me. There are a lot of toads out there, and that pair of fine eyes was very refreshing and invigorating. I saw him on the couch in the foyer of the church as I entered, but I had no thought of meeting him, though he was good looking.
Twenty minutes later Sister La Mar, a councilor in the bishopric's wife, and a very good friend of mine was leading this very very handsome man my direction. "He was born in Russia, and grew up here in the states, I thought you two should meet" She said as she introduced me to the fine pair of Russian eyes.
We talked a bit, and then we were interrupted and I lost him for most of the rest of the night, but I couldn't get him out of my head. there was just something intriguing about him, and I so longed to talk to him again. Awkward moment, they switched it up and asked the girls to all find guys and ask them to dance a slow song. I determined to find my Russian, but alas, some other girl beat me to it.
Finally, it was time for me to leave and go home. No opportunities had presented themselves, and I was kind of sad. I said good bye to all my friends and then I saw him, sitting by the La Mars. eh ha ha, a chance, I shall say goodbye to the La Mars and some how give him my number.
I said good bye to the La Mars, he was just a chair over, I turned to him. I said "It was a pleasure to meet you" We had a short, but awkward conversation where it seemed clear we were both trying to figure out what to do, how to meet again, but how to not make it awkward. Finally I said, "Do you have your phone? I'd like to give you my number."
What I was actually thinking and held my tongue and avoided saying was "Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, your born in Russia, now in the navy, Here's my number, call me maybe?" yeah, we've all had enough of that song, so I used my better judgment and didn't say that.
He talked about wanting to do something next week, but I don't know if he completely realized that he didn't give me his number, because he wanted me to get a hold of him with my schedule, which I reminded him, that he would have to at least text me so I could get his number if anything is to happen.
I don't know if he will contact me or not. If he doesn't I will be sad. But, for now I have the memory of a pair of fine Russian eyes warming my soul. Happy Halloween everyone.
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