Monestary

I had a date on Thursday. I had a date today. Tomorrow I have two men coming with me to a monastery. I've decided that maybe they can leave me there and I can become the first Mormon nun.

For one thing, I'm sick of dating since don't know what I want anymore... well, I do... but nobody who'll ask me out. I've basically concluded that the ones who have been asking me out aren't ones I'd pick out of a crowd and say "I choose you!" I don't want to ever feel I'm dating someone "just because he was the best out of the guys that were bothering to ask me out."

Second thing, they keep invading my personal space. I'm going to start getting annoyed if they keep at it. It makes me feel like a trophy date when they seem interested in my money, my academics or talents, and not who I really am. It makes me feel even worse when they move in close and I know they don't know the real me or aren't even interested in finding out the real me since I fit the "trophy date" criteria. Hormones make men stupid.

Finally, I heard a rumor about a flying nun and I could totally dig the idea of me flying around in a black and white habit. It'd be sweet.

We'll see how Pres. Monson feels about things and I guess we'll see where things go from there. Peace out....