It’s been a while since my last dating post, so I figured I’d resurrect the dragon. :P
So, even though I’ve been on 79 dates since my mission (with 52 different girls, if you’re curious), I still inexplicably get nervous before pretty much every single date. You’d think I would’ve gotten used to it by now, but no. And it doesn’t matter if it’s a blind date or not — I just always get nervous. But luckily I inevitably regain stasis within about five minutes of picking up my date, so it doesn’t really matter.
In the first year home from my mission, I went on several dates that were just awkward. No other way to describe them. In retrospect, though, of all the dates I’ve been on since that first year, I can’t think of a single one that felt awkward. Well, beginnings are usually a bit awkward, and doorstep scenes are almost always awkward, at least for first dates. I’ve accepted that fact. The thing, though, is that when something happens that could ostensibly be awkward, the writer in me says, “Hurray! You could write about this.” And it’s no longer awkward. So yes, I now own awkward. It’s great. :P
And here’s the doorstep scene of this post: of those 52 girls, seven have names starting with J, seven with A, six with M, five with K, and so on down the line. I’m not sure if that means anything or not. (Other than that I’m a bit odd. ;)) Oh, I suppose I’d better quickly explain my dating log. All I keep track of is the date (calendar), my date (the girl), and the date (what we did). :P And whether I asked the girl, she asked me, it was a mutual sort of asking thing, or it was a blind date. And how many couples were there. I’m not entirely sure why I keep this record, come to think of it; I guess it helps me prove to myself that I’m actually fulfilling my duty to date. ;)

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