Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Dating and Courtship

My life kind of ends at 4:00 each day, so I've decided it would be a good idea to fill up my nights by taking institute classes at the Orem Institute of Religion. 
Make fun all you want. 
I thought it would be fun to take a dating and courtship class, because let's face it. We all like to hear about other people's problems with dating. After going to this class, I was reminded of why I'm happy I'm no longer in school. 
There's always that one obnoxious person that never stops talking. We all groan every time we hear the teacher call on them. Well, this class definitely has its obnoxious ones- a boy (with an ipad of course) and a girl (with a waterbottle of course). 
The boy obviously has been turned down a lot by girls. 
I feel for him. 
It hurts to not have someone like you. 
But, I don't think he realized that his stories actually made him sound pitiful. 

Example: "Instead of asking a girl out on a date, I think I'm going to be more specific and say, 'Hey, do you want to go get ice cream with me?'" 

Poor kid. He's going to get the same answer no matter how he addresses it. 

Also, he kept quoting lines from The Single's Ward movie and trying to pass them off as his own. 
I was ticked. 
That's my favorite movie of all time. I know it front and back up and down. 
His comment: "You know, I think a lot of people just want to, ya know, carpool up to the celestial kingdom. You know, like share the ride." 
And the class laughed. Like he was ultra clever. 
Even more ticked. 

The girl- well she just never shut up and claimed to be the dating expert. 
You know, like telling us what girls like and what boys like. 
I hate people like that. 
No one is a dating expert. 
Hence why we're all in the same boat... 
She did make one comment though that made me smile, "I know I'm special 'cause God don't make no junk." Bless her. 

I made a comment about how people need to have high standards. Just because they're a returned missionary or have been "going" to church their whole life doesn't mean anything. This is both for boys and girls- it matters on if they have high standards and keep those high standards. 
Then all of a sudden my comment backfired and everyone thought I meant that you don't have to date a returned missionary... oh boy. That's why I've never talked in school my entire life. 

I'm in the class to grow and learn, not to date. But I'm finding more and more that that's not exactly what Institute classes are for. It's a little bit frustrating. 
I hate the awkwardness of this whole young single adult life. 
I'm no prude. But, I kind of just want it to be the Millennium. 

6 lovely lovelies:

Aaron said...

I am in the dating and courtship class at the institute class too. I made a similar comment and it backfired on me too. Ugh, I think I made a mistake in taking that class

Kenz said...

the millennium would be nice, fo sho. and I really hate it when people use movie quotes as if they are their own. especially the singles ward...seriously, he can't use that in an institute class in orem, utah without incriminating himself. geeesh.

Marni said...

Well, i first saw my husband in my institute class, he met my best friend in an institute class, and that's how we started dating. I have a water bottle, and I comment the most in all my classes..... I'm disgusting.

andrea white said...

hi, i got your blog thru my sisters (callie white). anyway, your such a great writer! and yea people can be annoyingly sensitive or take things wrong. haha, that's why i hardly ever talk in those types of classes.

Lindsay said...

I haven't visited this blog in awhile, but glad I did today! This one is a gem. I remember an institute class in my day about 10 years ago where the lesson turned into a heated debate over anorexia and the word of wisdom. Gosh, those were the days!

Lindsay said...

Oh and another thing...

In reference to your last post, one of my first graders once stood up in front of the class and yelled,

"You suck Mrs. Sampson!"

just before running out the door. I had the entire office looking for her. And I was 8 months pregnant. Yeah, I cried. But now I laugh. You will too one day.