My BYU Aha Moment (8)

They say: "Some things are better left unsaid." As a blogger I disagree.

All of the bases need to be thoroughly covered. Meaning: The truth must be set free, nothing wavering. My first semester Aha moment took place just the other day when I realized that I shouldn't give my number out to every guy that requests it. Conservation of time and preservation of the single life are now my top priorities as a college student. Who knew these qualities would rank higher than studying for Political Science 110?

The plan for the rest of the semester in order to conserve and preserve is to: (a) Give my number out to significantly fewer guys, (b) Erase the "Marry Me Now" sign that must be permanently pasted to my forehead, (c) Develop my friend-zoning qualities more thoroughly so no misunderstandings arise, and finally (d) Avoid, at all costs, eating alone at the Cannon Center.

Why are such measures necessary at this time? What event has pushed me over the edge and caused my dating frustration to peak? It all comes down to "The Cannon Center Asian Creeper" (individual's real name will not be included for privacy purposes).

It was a normal Wednesday morning at the Cannon Center in Provo, Utah. I had just sat down at a booth to begin my 7:30am feast...cereal, when an unfamiliar young man walked up to  my table and asked: "Can I join you?" Instead of being rude and snappy like the non-morning person I am, I permitted him access to the booth bench across from me. He set his tray down, but before he could sit he recognized the couple sitting in the booth behind me. Oddly enough they had served in the MTC while he was there. He spent the next fifteen minutes catching up with them, while I swiftly finished eating breakfast. At 7:45 I got up to leave, and then is when the problems began.

The thought that must have been going through his head.

"Hey! Wait up." The voice called from too short of a distance. I turned. "I'm sorry I'm such a bad boyfriend. I promise next time I will talk to you more." In my head I really questioned whether or not that line actually worked on girls. "Well, anyway, you are really beautiful and I think we should hang out. How about Friday?" He pressed.

"Ummm...I work Friday."

"Ok. Saturday?" He continued.

At this point I am extremely hesitant and scramble to find a way to be nice AND blunt. "We'll see." I reply.

"So, tell me something interesting about yourself."

"I'm a business major." I retorted.

"No. Something actually intersting." I'm sorry. What? Did he really just diss my major? WOW! Real smooth...

"Well, let's see...I..uh...published a novel."

"Wow, ok. I peg you as the romance novelist type."

"Yep."

"Ok, well can I get your number to coordinate with you." In my head I couldn't help but wonder why he was so persistent.

"Ummm, you can just see me around."

"But, I've never seen you here before." He pleaded.

"I've really got to go. Bye." And with that I quickly left hoping to never encounter him again.

I did see him again though; two days later in fact. This time I was prepared and frantically searched the Cannon Center for a familiar face. The girl I chose to sit by just so happened to sympathize with my situation and had been approached by the same young man just a few days before I had. Coincidence, I think not! This guy must be desperate, because I told my roommate about him and they same thing happened to her. It is crazy to think that there could be a great number of innocent freshman girls who have been exposed to such awkward return missionary tendencies. My heart goes out to each and every one of them.

In the end, from this story we learn: In order to influence others do not go about your task in creeper-like ways