Currently, we're in the middle of International Week - the days before General Conference (LDS) when visitors from outside the US (and Canada) can pick up tickets to attend the meetings. We see all types of people, all ages, all languages (I'm managing to scrape through on "baby-talk" Spanish, and every so often I can testify to the Gift of Tongues!), and... various other, er, levels of presentability... Anyway, just a while ago a very attractive young-ish man was being helped by the girl next to me, and when he left I remarked that he was very attractive. She (married) said that I should run out and ask him on a date. I laughed, and suggested that I could give him Conference tickets if he would go out with me! She enthusiastically encouraged me to do so (we both agree our boss would have approved the move) but I managed to stall until he left the lobby... and then I turned around to discover that Elder Duarte, a member of the Seventy, had stepped into the office to use the phone and was standing about two feet away.
I wasn't quite prepared to ask just how supportive the Church really is on getting on with those eternal families! (But if he had OK'd it, I probably would have had to take Elder Duarte along on the date.)
Oy.
Watch out for falling turtles,
Cyd
Days I've gone without chocolate: 5 of 5
Number of languages I've heard today: 10
Number of accents I've heard today: 20+
Number of French swear words I taught my Theatre History class today: 1
3 comments:
I want you job!! That sounds like a great job!! Tisk Tisk...you should have asked the guy out! The worst thing he could have sad was no.
Correction: I want YOUR job!
Single.
Cute.
Youngish.
Are you kidding me? Seeing one of those is a once in a SA's lifetime experience...alas.
And if it is meant to be, you shall see said Single. Cute. Youngish. again.
ttfn
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