Awkward Moments

As I mentioned in my last post, attending a single's ward is...entertaining.

I made a new friend in my ward, who makes it his business to be the ward gossip. He, Jason, knows who is single, who is taken, and who really wants to be taken. At Home Evening, we were sitting next to each other and, after finding out the guy on his left was taken, he turned to me and began to ask me about my life. I said I hadn't really been asked on a date in a while- I'm afraid of boys and fine just as I am thank you very much. He immediately started going around the room asking me if I was attracted to this or that boy.
"Do you think Durfee's cute?"

Well, yes...?

"Especially with the v-neck?"

Of course. But he's not really my type...

"What is your type?"
I don't actually have a type, I just said that 'cause you're interrogating me.

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So we move outside for the FHE lesson and a game called "The Cold Wind Blows." Basically the game is the group sits in a circle, with one person in the middle. The person in the middle says, "The cold wind blows on anyone who..." is wearing socks, has been out of the country, etc. Whoever the statement applies to has to get up and find a new seat.
Before the game begins, Jason leans over to me and, indicating the guy on his right, asks, "Do you think Austin is cute?" As he'd been asking me this all night, I just ignored him. He then leaned over, unbeknownst to me, and said to Austin, "Hannah thinks you're cute. She would totally go out with you." The game started and it was a lot of fun. Then the last round came. Jason was stuck in the middle and said, "The cold wind blows on anyone who would go on a date with Austin." I stood up and looked for another seat, and, as I ran to it, I realized I was the only girl standing- all the guys had stood up as a joke, and not one other female had been brave enough to admit they thought he was cute. Hmmm...awkward.

Many more wonderfully awkward Mormon moments to come, I'm certain.

Momma I'm a Big Girl Now

June was quite the month. First, I went to England. And I would talk about that, but I would suggest my few readers just look at my album on Facebook. Or ask me about it...it's kind of too much for a little blog post :)

So...I got back from England, tanner, wiser and 18. I spent the week after I got home doing a lot of job hunting in Rexburg... unsuccessful job hunting. By the end of the week, it became apparent that this Rexburg-thing wasn't going to work for me career-wise. So I packed up and moved to Provo two months early!

I've been here over ten days now and I'm...loving it? Ok...it's kind of hot...and I haven't been able to find a job despite a billion applications and a couple interviews...and my brain is melting with Disney Channel on all the time...Oh, and every one wants to get me married. Let me tell you a story.

I had an interview with the 2nd counselor in my new single's ward after filling out a new-ward-member sheet. We talk for a while and then he sees on the sheet that I play the cello. Then he starts talking about Hector Hernandez. "He plays the cello. Nice kid, very handsome, lives in the ward boundaries but goes to the Spanish ward, not sure why, his English is excellent, he hardly has an accent anymore. You know, maybe I could set you two up, a nice little date, you could play a cello duet or something! Very handsome man, Hector."

And every church activity has been the same. Yeah...this is gonna be fun.