How We Met

Being LDS and single means that a lot of my conversations revolve around dating. Having completed three years at BYU and only going on a date every other month (if that often) over the course of three years, I was a little surprised because I thought that all people do at BYU is date.

I was wrong. (all some people do at BYU is date) All grad students do at BYU is study. So that's what I did.

I recently moved back to Michigan after graduating from law school, and basically in my first interaction with other people (non-LDS), someone asked me out on a date.

Here's the story: I walk into the bank and see that the line only has two people in it, and rather than walking around all of the dividers (think airport security lines that weave back and forth), I just ducked under the barrier and got in line. The people behind me didn't. When the man took his spot behind me in line, I felt like I had to justify my behavior.

I said, "I just didn't see the need to walk all the way around." He said, "I thought about it too, but decided I needed the exercise."

I smiled and thought that was the end of it, but he continued to look at me as if I was supposed to continue the conversation. So I said, "yeah, I probably could have used the exercise, too, but then again, I have been biking a few times this week, so I should be ok."

So then we chatted for about 5 minutes until I went to the bank teller. I thought that was that, and it was flattering that this man would be interested in me. (I think I'm definitely getting better at reading when people are flirting with me, so BYU must have taught me something...)

I went out to my car and started to drive away when he basically barrels through the empty handicapped spaces and asks me for my phone number. I was pretty surprised, to say the least. Immediately, he called me to ask me if I wanted to get ice cream. So I did. (I don't think I can turn down ice cream).

It was a pretty bizarre experience for me. But I did enjoy the flattery. (Apparently my 5 minute conversation was "striking"). I don't think anything else will come from it because while eating ice cream I realized that we have nothing in common. But it would have been a cool "how we met story".

You just never know when you're going to meet someone interesting.

I went to dinner with my grandma and other family members tonight and I asked her how her and my grandfather met. She instantly perked up and said, "We were in the same square dancing class at the Jewish Community Center on Holbrook and Woodward."

That seemed like the perfect "how we met story," even if it was short and sweet.