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Last weekend, Tyler and I went down to Brandon and Megan's house to enjoy a fun night of bowling. To start things off, the Fat Cats in Provo is one of the smallest bowling alleys I have ever seen. We were told it would be an hour wait (not too bad considering it was a Saturday night) except it was much longer than an hour. People that came in after us kept getting lanes so I was none too happy and went to complain. I didn't want to yell or be disrespectful so the only thing that kept coming out was, "it's called customer service"--which Megan found hilarious. We ended up getting a lane so I guess it worked! We were enjoying ourselves until a huge crowd started forming in the lane next to us. I was getting a little irritated and then my brother informed me that Vanilla Ice was standing behind me. Yep, I typed that correct, Vanilla Ice was there with a crowd.



Of all places, Fat Cats in Provo. Now of course everyone around him was either a creepy old man or slutty girl that looked as if she said, "screw the prom, I'm hanging out with Vanilla Ice." Now maybe this would have been exciting had it been say, fifteen years ago, but now it is just annoying. To top the night off, this group decided they weren't getting enough attention and therefore decided to start a conga line down the lanes. I'm sorry but we came to bowl not to swoon over Vanilla Ice.

WOW

I think the word that best describes my night last night is WOW...

Now of course I went out with Tyler. I won't get into all the details of the night, but basically it should be known that every time I am with this guy that my whole world stops. I could go on about how amazing he is, but I'll refrain from it at this time.

A Change For Once

After my latest heartbreak (I know I denied the severity at the moment, but to be honest I was absolutely crushed), I went on some dates here and there, but all were terrible! I began to think that it was just me and that I was never going to meet someone decent. Then I met someone from school, we went out and things were great. Great until I found out he had a girlfriend (that was a crazy story and needless to say he no longer has the girlfriend). I was even going to take him with me to a little get together with my friend Shaunta. At the last minute, I decided I would go to the get together by myself and thank goodness I did. I ended up meeting someone there. He talked to me a little there, but didn't show much interest. A few days later my friend asked me if it would be okay to give him my number because apparently he was too shy to ask for it himself. It was a few days after we started talking that the fiasco with the other guy occurred. I was just thankful that I didn't take him to the get together.
Anyway, I have been dating the good guy for about three weeks and things are going great. I never thought I would get these crazy butterfly feelings, but I would be lying if I said I didn't get them every time I'm around him. I smile every time I get a new text from him and he saves me from going bonkers in boring classes by texting me the whole time. To sum things up... I like him and I really hope that one of us doesn't change our feelings any time soon.

I Can't Come To Work... It's An Emergency

The other day I received a phone call from my mom while she was at work. She was laughing hysterically and it took her a few minutes to explain to me what was going on. She basically told me that she needed my advice because she was out of her element. For all that know my mom know that this it is very unlike her. She is a general manager of a large company and does a fantastic job (I hope to be like her one day). However, it is clearly apparent that I am more sensitive and empathetic than her. She asked for my help on how to handle the following situation...
She was recently transferred to a store in which they are understaffed on assistant managers and supervisors. This particular day they already had two assistants scheduled off when another assistant called in stating he couldn't come in because of a family emergency. Now my mom isn't completely cold hearted and listened to his emergency. After hearing his story she explained that she was sorry, but since they were shorthanded he needed to come in. The guy came in, but moped around for about an hour. He eventually pulled my mom into the break room and started crying and yelling saying how it isn't fair and he shouldn't be there since it was a family emergency. This was my mom's response... "I'm really sorry you had to come in, but I'm sure your Uncle's cat will be okay." Yep, you heard right his family emergency was that his uncle's cat had broke it's leg. Are you serious? Now I'm not a huge animal person, but I do understand the attachment to pets. Still is it really necessary for you to call off work because your uncle's cat broke it's leg? It's not like the cat needed surgery or that this guy even lived with the uncle or the cat. I was dumbfounded... Am I just insensitive or does this seem a little extreme?

Umm Excuse Me...

So here I am sitting in class trying to pay attention to my professor (okay so I have checked Perez and Dlisted a few times). Anyway, I keep finding myself distracted by a weird sound coming from the side of the room. It honestly sounds like a rattlesnake has come into class with me and is warning the class that he is none-to-happy with this lecture. After I find myself staring at this section of the room over and over again, I finally realize that it is some guy snoring. Honestly, I'm fine if you are going to come to class and sleep, but PLEASE do not make any noise. Now if I don't do well on the exam I will blame it on homeboy's snoring and not my occassional glances at Perez and Dlisted.

More Issues Than Vogue

Okay so I know my last post was about a bad date, but I guess that must be the theme of this blog. It's not that I'm demanding that the next guy be Mr. Perfect and the love of my life, but someone that is normal and good company would be nice. The last boy--I will call him a boy even though he was 32 because he is as immature as a 17 year old boy--I went out with was certifiably nuts. We talked on the phone a few times before we went out and every conversation consisted of him talking about himself and asking me the same questions 25 times. He ended up changing our plans too many times to even count. Last Friday we finally made it out. To start off he called me 7 times during the day (when I specifically told him I was working and couldn't talk). We finally met up a little after 9--originally the date was supposed to start at 7:30. He repeatedly told me how beautiful I was, which I guess was supposed to be some sort of compliment, but after the 100th time within 20 minutes it gets old. Against my better judgment I went to his house. Within ten minutes of walking through the door he kissed me (GROSS!). I tried to be nice and just see the night through, but after his third friend called, I was pretty fed up. He made me talk to all his friends, all of who knew who I was off a first name basis. If any of my friends called that night they would have had no clue if I referred to him on a first name basis without some sort of additional information. He even had the balls to refer to me as his girlfriend to one of his friends. NEWSFLASH... this was our first date and we had only been talking for a few days. Maybe some girls find it flattering that a guy wants you to be his girlfriend after two hours, but I found it rather creepy. He proceeded to tell me about how he has told everyone (including his parents) about me. I was beyond creeped out at this point and went home.

Don't think the craziness ends there... the next day he called, I kid you not, at least 12 times. I didn't answer most of them, but did tell him I was busy for the night. He continued the calling and texting all through the night. I ended up turning off my phone after receiving the creepiest text in my life (ask Ash and Aub if you don't believe me). The last few days he has continued to call and text repeatedly. Last night I told him I had plans for the night and he flipped out because I had another boyfriend! I didn't even say that my plans involved a boy let alone a boyfriend. I honestly don't know how these weirdo's find me. I thought I was in the clear because I hadn't heard from him all day, but a text just came through and you will never guess who it is from...

Fantasy Characters

I understand that obsessions are typical for most people. However, if you have a weird obsession it is best to not reveal that information on the first date. Give the other person some time to actually get to know the "normal" side of you before you drop a bomb of a weird obsession.

I recently went on a date in which the guy revealed that he loved medieval knights, including going to shows and conventions regularly. How did this get brought up? We were having the normal get to know you conversation when out of nowhere he said, "Oh this is crazy, but every year my friend and I drive to Chicago for the knight show and convention." I just started at him with a puzzled look on my face. I couldn't figure out if he was nervous and it just kind of slipped out or if he truly thought I would be turned on by that. When I only responded with a look, he said "You know like Medieval Knights, like on the movie The Cable Guy with Jim Carrey." I finally said, "I guess if you are into that sort of thing, it's cool." It didn't help that homeboy was partly bald and a goober to the max. Now don't get me wrong balding is fine. I even tend to have a thing for receding hairlines. As long as the rest of the hair isn't trying to overcompensate for the hair loss. This boy had longer hair on the sides and a bald top. At first I thought maybe he didn't have time for a hair cut, but then I retracted that thought because he had plenty of time from when he asked me out until the actual date occurred. Thank God my shoe ended up breaking so I could bounce out of the date faster than Michael Phelps can swim.

Once I got home, my mom proceeded in telling me that judging someone based off his interests is shallow and that I will miss out on a lot of decent people that way. All I can say is that I would much rather spend my life with a nose picker than someone who has weird obsession with fantasy characters. All in all, if you are obsessed with Medieval Knights, Dungeons and Dragons, Lord of the Rings, or Star Trek; make sure you know reel the person in with a charming quality before dropping the bomb.