I am, as I've said before, the ward anomaly. A young, professional, sane, cute girl who is, oddly, single. So my new family ward has noticed. I'm now getting the "he's single, your single, let's set you up".
A couple in my ward came over yesterday to invite me to play games with them tonight. They want to set me up with their single friend. I was flattered but wary. This has happened before. As I started asking about him it came out he was 7 years younger (not that big a deal), worked as a hotel delivery boy and had no intentions of going to school or doing something different. Then the husband of the couple let it slip, "I'm not gonna lie...he's, um, big." Big? "He's, you know, not very athletic and ya, he's really a bigger guy." Like fat? "Ya, he doesn't like to exercise."
Okay...add that all together and he sounds like a winner.
I don't think I'm being harsh here. Just because two people are single doesn't mean they should date.
An older, divorced lady in my ward also pointed out to me that a member of our stake presidency was single. She thought I should introduce myself. He's 60.
Also, for some reason I decided to torture myself last night by going to an LDS dance. I haven't been to one of those in oh forever. I went with my girlfriend Tyler (yes, a girl with a boy name) and gay Ryan. He's totally out, but was a really good sport to go. The dance was for people 25+ so I thought...maybe.
So picture this scene: fat soccer moms with short hair riding a mechanical bull in the middle of the room. Creative layering with absolutely no sense for fashion. Bald, short men lookin pa nub. The average age? 40. A 44 year old mail man tried to get my number. Bad DJ + hilarious people watching = loads of entertainment and a promise to myself to never go again.
I realized, as I reflected on my weird family ward predicament and surveyed the scene last night, that I am so getting out of Utah.