Blind Dates

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I HATE blind dates, like bad.

I shouldn't though, because I've never had a bad blind date experience.

As a matter of fact, they have all been absolutely great!

(knock on wood)

But every time I get set up on one, I become a crazy person.

I'm talkin a cranky, anxious, negative piece of a human.

I guess I always just expect and plan for the worst.

I bring this up because last night I had a blind date.

Did I want to go?

HAHAHA um... no.

 But I said yes and plans were made.

 I hoped he would ditch last minute. I'm terrible.

Three weeks fresh from the mish, me being his first date home, I didn't want to go.

He picked me up, and it was smooth sailing from there on out! 

He wasn't awkward, he was super sweet, and we had a good time!

Phone numbers were exchanged, and the date was a success.

So, did I overreact before? That's a definite.

But hey, they are scary!

The other 1 1/2 (yes the half is real)

were A-MAZING.

Really though, thought I found "the one" after a few months of dating,

then dumped him for the possibility of a soon-to-be-home-missionary.

(I know. How dumb. Now "the one" is married.)

The 1/2 comes in at the soon-to-be-home-missionary.

I had known his dad for 4 or 5 years before and had always talked about

his son. Said son and I went on one date (only having briefly met once before),

then he left for his mish. I wrote him a couple times, he came home and we dated off and on.

He was jokingly called Mr. Destiny for a while.

And now, here I am, a third blind date later.

No super awesome story, or nicknames.

Only the fact that blind dates are not bad. 

I'm just a baby.

Also, thank the heavens for Facebook! ;)