Well friends! I’ve been terrible in updating you on the minute details of my life. I know you were probably relieved, but I feel as though you really should know… don’t worry, I’ll try and make it fun.
Lets start by reminding you of my 2 closest friends here at AU -
Yes, Sarah (Left), and Ryan (Right)
Most of the stories will involve these two – not for any particular reason, they’re just who I do things with.
Let us start with my blind date with one Jen Singleterry.
My RA, Mark, was kind enough to set me up on a blind date with this delightful young lady. I must confess that I really didn’t want to go for fear of compromising my moral standards so ingrained in my by the more ”anti-dating” youth ministry (I haven’t really made the transition fully to dating being a good thing). I met her out front of Ruby Tuesdays, where we had dinner – I spent $36.97 – and enjoyed what is perhaps the most tedious low-grade interrogation in the history of romantic dinners.
The dialogue consisted mainly of me asking a question, then ignoring her response in an effort to develop the next question by the time she finished answering. It was fairly stressful. Don’t get me wrong – she was perfectly delightful – just there wasn’t any connection at all – no spark, nothing. Which I’m partially glad about, my future wife won’t have any concerns. Perhaps the most “romantic” moment of the entire evening was when we shared a gigantic ice cream desert, which had me worried about sanitation the entire time. It was like the scene from Lady and the Tramp when they’re eating the same noodle, only with the concern of “what if she has a cold?” elck!
Needless to say, I didn’t/don’t intend on going on another blind date again, they only cost a lot of money and aren’t effective at all. oh well.
What was rewarding was arriving back at the dorm and being swarmed with curious floormates desperate to know how it went – I was encouraged by their concern/interest.
And NOW the story of my SECRET CRUSH: does it exist or not?
Basically, I was explaining to Jen, a girl on our floor, how I really wasn’t looking for a serious relationship in college, because of how distracting it would be, and I seriously doubt God has called me to pursue something like that with the girls here at college. After that the dialogue went something like this:
Jen: “So, what if you had a crush on anyone here at AU? Do you have any?”
Me: “Well, I don’t know I really….”
Jen: “You DO don’t you! Common, tell me her name!?”
Me: “Er.. well… um… There is this girl in my Creative writing class…”
This was of course completely untrue. But I find that whenever someone other than a very close friend asks about a potential romantic relationship, I usually make something up. What ended up happening, is that I created a character in my creative writing class who I was mildly attracted to – I imagined her name was Nancy, but refused to tell the quickly growing group this.
You have to understand that I’m the least likely person to be involved in anything remotely ”normal” by the floor’s standards – people are shocked at even the thought that I might have a crush – even the mild expression of “Darn it” invokes gasps from all sides. As you might imagine, the idea of me having a crush on a girl was quite the topic of discussion.
So I starting having fun with the group. My crush, was an SIS major from Maine who had dark brown hair, and blue eyes, her favorite food is Shepherd’s Pie and she wants to work for the UN when she graduates. All of this was fake, but they believed it. All they needed now her name so they could look her up on Facebook. By that time it was midnight.
They started asking questions about which half of the alphabet the first letter of her name was on, I said the 2nd half (Nancy), they started running through the list, I do believe that over the next 2 hours they guess every single name known to man in the 2nd half of the alphabet. When they Finally guessed Nancy, my only reply was “maybe”.
The mob was getting quite heated, Ryan in particular, was desperate to know her name. He said he wouldn’t sleep until the name was known. I started to feel a little in danger for my life, maybe I should end this 3 hour escapade and just tell them the truth – that she doesn’t exist. So I did just that.
“Ok, friends, thanks for your support, but I have to tell you that she doesn’t exist.”
“Oh, yeah right! Common, tell us her name.”
“No – I’m serious – she doesn’t exist!”
“Common jason, we know you’re lying, just tell us!”
“No, I’m serious – SHE DOESN’T EXIST”
“Fine, be that way – but we’ll find out eventually!”
“yes, I guess you will…”
It was 2:30a.m., and I was headed off to bed satisfied that I had tricked a large portion of the floor into thinking I had a crush, and quite accidentally, created a legend!
