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added Fri October 17 2003 at 11:44 PM
I sit here for a minute trying to think of something witty or clever or profound to say to start this entry. Seeing as I obviously failed at that, let me just start out by repeating my entry from yesterday. Wow.

It's been a long time since I looked forward with that much anticipation to a date, and came out of it not feeling disappointed. Usually I put too much hope into it, and ruin an otherwise rather enjoyable evening. This time, however, was different.

We went to the A Cappella Jam as planned. The show was good. Some of the groups were sub-par, but there was a couple really stellar performances. Lots of laughs, lots of talent. When we'd almost gotten back to her place, I asked if she'd like to get something at the Creamery. That's not unusual for me. I almost always ask a girl if she'd like to go to the creamery. I know, it's a little bit awkward since I can't eat ice cream, but I just order a drink and it's all good, as long as the girl likes ice cream. Pretty much, I don't want the girl to think that I barely made it through the performance and now I'm eager to drop her off.

And in this case, I was definitely not eager to just drop her off. We'd had a chance to talk a little bit before the performance, but I still wanted to spend more time with her. Of course, I did not completely anticipate "more time" would turn into 2 hours of sitting in the creamery talking.

We talked about this, that and the other. She's a *very* bright young lady. She's a chemistry major, dancer, used to be a gymnast, National Merit Scholar, A-average student, etc, etc. She doesn't make a point of shoving it in your face, but she's also not ashamed of it. It was kind of interesting to be able to tell somebody that I'm a Hinckley Scholar and not have them be so surprised. It doesn't hurt that she's from Arizona (Phoenix), so we already have a lot that we can talk about. It also doesn't hurt that she is very pretty (as I mentioned yesterday).

Now, that's not to say that there was absolutely no awkwardness the entire evening. She seems to have some definite opinions about pre-mish. Of course, I gather that she's formed those opinions from experience of saying good-bye to missionaries, not because she thinks they're somehow not worthy of her attention. I'm not sure if she realizes that I have not yet served a mission. I didn't bring it up. It was, after all, the first date.

Also, I messed up on the timing just a little bit. It is generally preferable for the guy to say it's time to go rather than waiting until the girl decides it's time. I was aware the entire two hours that I'd have to give the word at some point, but it was going so well that I let it go for probably 15 minutes too long. That's not to say that it ruined it all by making me look overbearing or whatnot. On the way home, she convinced me to go to the ward activity tomorrow. Of course, the only "convincing" that it required was her saying that she was going, but it felt good to have her say that she thought I should come.

Now is when I tell myself to not get my hopes up too much. I will be seeing her tomorrow, yes, but she could very easily be thinking how great it is to have a guy that she can talk to, and nothing more. On the other hand, I'd be happy even with that. It really is nice to talk to someone that has such a similar background and similar goals.

I have to go to bed now so I can wake up early for the ward activity tomorrow. Perhaps there will be more on it tomorrow.

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