Well, It's happened. I have been picked up on by an Irishman. Being the cutie that I am, I get picked up on by guys all the time on the bus, trolley and while waiting at those stops to catch that blessed means of transportaton. I've had weirdos slip their numbers into my hand, pocket & purse. I'm talking Wierdos! Why can't I get the good LDS guys to try and pull something off like that?
Anyway, back to the Irishman. I met him a week ago tomorrow. He seemed very plesant and funny. He even walked me to my class, opening the doors on the way. A gentleman! He was cute, when he dropped me off at my class he turned to me and said, "I have this feeling that if I don't get your number now, I'll never see you again. I'd like to take you to lunch." Well, he caught me and reeled me in. So I gave him my number.Now that I think about it, I'm wondering what gave me the guts to give my number to a complete stranger, let alone agree to go to lunch with him. I mean I don't know him from Adam, and he's not a member of the Church. But, for whatever reason I just gave him my number. As I was walking away he said, something to the effect that he didn't want to sound too forward, be me wanted me to know I look pretty. Ah . . . melt the heart.
Anyway, I have to go to bed. I hope you're all having fun. Love, MOPS
1 comment:
So I guess March is a good month to make friends with an Irishman eh?
I'm glad work is going well for you.
Have a marvelous day!
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