I told Gary I was having the missionaries over for dinner. I said I was a bad man. I laughed because he thought I was talking about the sister missionaries again.
There is a pretty sister out here by the sir name of Sievertson. She has beautiful, long, blonde hair. We kind of talked once. I think she said she was from California.
Anyway, I told Gary about mission rules and dating and how everyone is freaking out that I would even dare say that I like this sister missionary.
I made Jambalaya, of course, in my new pan. I had everything ready by the time they told me they would be by. One roommate defended them by saying “On my mission, members came second.”
Well, screw that. I can understand that something might happen. I just can’t see the Lord saying that.
About twenty minutes later, I turned to my other roommate and said, “Let’s eat.” He had no problem following my lead. As we were eating, the Elders finally showed up.
“Sorry we’re late—“ one said, but was cut off.
“Come in, Grab a plate….” I was very cordial. Even when the above sister’s name was mentioned, I was nice and said I knew of her. I’m not stupid enough to say I like her in front of the missionaries, but I am stupid enough to post it to the world.
History has proved it really doesn’t matter much what I think though.
Posted by Michael at January 14, 2004 08:23 PM