Male Perspective: In a Pickle

Have you seen the Sandlot where the guy is in a pickle? Well I’ve been in a pickle. Somehow I went to watch movies with a couple of girls in the singles ward. I didn’t know them, I was just looking for something to do.

(Oh man I hate this story . . . but had it not happened perhaps my wife wouldn’t have become jealous and realized she had feelings for me.)

Somehow I was falling asleep, I was only half there when I ended up hand in hand with one of the girls. The whole time I am thinking what on earth is happening here? I told my best friend and my mom that I was in a pickle . . . this girl is making serious moves for me and I didn’t want any of it, but I figured if I was in the same situation I would want someone to give me a chance. What was a date and what wasn’t didn’t really make sense here.

At one point she informed me she had a child living with his dad. I still gave her the benefit of the doubt and was okay with the news. The next time I asked her for the story of where her child came from, and she said, 'Don’t worry, I was drunk at the time . . . '

RED FLAG! Ah, crap, do you see where this is going?

Next time she says, 'Yeah, I have a tattoo, too, is that going to bother you?' Well not as much as getting drunk resulting in a child.

The final straw: 'My divorce will be final in a week or two.' Well, that is flat out deceit . . . it was over after that. I thought breaking up would be hard, but after all this, it was a piece of cake!

Male Perspective: She-wolf

Then there’s she-wolf (sorry I was trying to come up with a nice name, but this is what she was).

I was trying to get a group of people together to go to the movies. I was not asking for a date, I was just trying to make friends and give me something to do on a Friday night. So the next time I went to FHE I was trying to get people to hangout . . . clearly not a date, nope not a date, can I make myself clearer, I don’t want to go on a date I want friends!

So I asked a bunch of people if they wanted to get together and watch movies/play games, etc. Somehow, by the end of FHE, I was expected to pick up she-wolf at a certain time for a date to the movies. I was doing my best to Abort! Abort! Abort! and I am sitting there thinking how does a sweet guy like me end up in a situation like this? I didn’t ask her in any way shape or form.

I think she asked herself.

I definitely did not ever say 'would you like to go to the movies with me?' --but somehow it ended up as if I did. Usually I look forward to dates, but this one I dreaded all week.

After the movie, I wanted to drop her off, but she said, “It’s only 10 o’clock we still have some time, how about we go to Denny’s?” Ah crap, how am I supposed to keep this conversation going? I enjoyed the movie--I didn’t have to talk to her then.

Luckily, this girl did all of the talking, I just had to sit and nod once in awhile. So we had hot chocolate, then I drove her home, and as I dropped her off she proceeded to recite me a report card for the night. “I think we have some good chemistry, we had good conversations. I had fun we should do this again!” And here I am thinking, Heck NO! The whole time I inch closer and closer to my car.