Have Your People Call My People

There is this boy in my ward who I've been interested in for a while wait for it... predictably, he leaves this week for parts unknown. So, naturally, I asked him out. We ended up doing lunch today. It was great fun. The nice bit? Even though I asked him he insisted on paying. I really appreciated his gesture, because it really made it more of a date rather than two friends grabbing lunch together.

We had fun, but I failed to take the conversation to a higher intellectual plane. As did he.

I have no idea what happens next.

No, correction, I do. Monday, he gets on a plane heading to uncharted territories, and we exchange an occasional email, and that, as they say, is that.

I suck.