Sometimes I worry about myself. Not really, but I probably should. I seriously wonder why I go to BYU. Especially when I'm sitting in Biology with a bunch of freshman and hear conversations like this:
Glasses: "Oh my goodness I talked to him today!"
Old Lady Sweater: "No way, tell me everything, what did he say?"
Glasses: "He said he liked my glasses! Do you think he wants to go on a date with me?!"
Old Lady Sweater: "Oh he definitely does, do you think you guys will get married?"
Again, I pose this question: Why do I go to this school?
Get over it, he probably just said he liked your glasses so you'd stop staring at him, or get out of the way on his way to the door.
Or fragments of conversations like this:
"Well you see, dating is just like the Gospel...." I don't even want to know where that one was going
And don't even get me started on the couples snogging in the corners of the library. I'm not bitter, but seriously people, get over it!
I had a lady ask me today how I had managed to be at BYU for 3 1/2 years and not get married yet....I just laughed and wished her a Merry Christmas.
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Yuck. I'm sorry!! And, I hate when people put their faces into other peoples business. Seriously? Like when people ask us why we've been married for over 2 1/2 years and don't have any kids. Some people I tell ya. :) Thanks for the laugh.
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