One time I happened to have concert tickets so I asked a girl out. As we were walking up to the theater she said, “People don’t ask me out much because I’m just waiting for my boyfriend to get back from his mission.”
Yeah, that date went over well. Really she could’ve told me that on the phone and I could’ve saved $10. It was dates like these that I realized the truest definition of dating is spending money on someone else’s future wife.
(By the way, this sort of thing happened to me a few more times. Ahhh, the joys of dating at BYU . . .)
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