Renewed Dedication
I was invited to a Singles' dinner Saturday night. Where by "singles" I mean: Mormon singles aged 31+ (up to, and nearly including, death).
It was a depressing affair. My grandmother's wake was more thrilling. (To be perfectly honest, my family has great wakes: we all get together after the funeral and go out to a nice, but not upscale, restaurant and really just celebrate the life of the newly departed loved one. No one talks in hushed tones, no sir!) However, this, was, well, sad.
At the end I left with a renewed desire to start dating again.
I told this to InternBob to which he replied, "That lucky Mormon vegan!" Lucky indeed.
It was a depressing affair. My grandmother's wake was more thrilling. (To be perfectly honest, my family has great wakes: we all get together after the funeral and go out to a nice, but not upscale, restaurant and really just celebrate the life of the newly departed loved one. No one talks in hushed tones, no sir!) However, this, was, well, sad.
At the end I left with a renewed desire to start dating again.
I told this to InternBob to which he replied, "That lucky Mormon vegan!" Lucky indeed.
posted by granola girl at 10:29 pm
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