I feel so filled with love for my fellow mankind right now. It seems very random, especially since I've felt so little love from them recently. Maybe it's the fact that I'm planning on setting up two of my friends on a semi-blind date. And it wasn't my idea. It was one of them. I wouldn't set anyone up if I had the choice. And apparently I'm in charge of this date. And I have to ask someone out too? I don't know how well this is going to go over. I've been mulling over who I should ask and I don't know. I have a hard time finding someone I know of that doesn't have too many problems... Well, what I would consider problems. I've become extremely picky in my dating choices of late. And I'm so sick of it that I don't even want to try anymore. But I have a feeling that I'm always going to have to be the one who asks the first date. I don't care though. I'll make them be the gentleman though. Open doors for me, pick me up, drive, pull out seats for me, walk next to the road, should we walk anywhere that involves a road. You know. Chivalrous stuff.
I think we're going to play Wal-Mart Scavenger Hunt. It's a fun game. Each couple has 20 minutes to find 5 items in Wal-Mart and write them down for the other couples to retrieve (the more couples the better), then the first couple to retrieve the items wins. You have to keep it clean though. It's not fun when people feel awkward. And they have to be smallish items. And nothing that involves the help of a Wal-Mart employee to retrieve. Because, lets face it: Wal-Mart employees aren't the greatest when it comes to customer service. Then maybe dinner after/before. I don't know. I'm really bad at planning dates, since I haven't ever been on a good one. Ha ha. My friend Cami and I were talking tonight and it appears that we need to share our horrific dating stories.
While I'm in no rush to get married, I will be grateful when this rotten dating part of my life is over. I mean, I'm still VERY young. I am NOT an old maid, however much the Utah view of marriage skews things.
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