I got stood up last week. He blamed faulty phone communications, which I might have accepted -- if he'd actually tried to contact me before he was going to be late.
I forgot an undershirt when I went to the gym one day last week, and the shirt I brought most definitely was not going to work sans tank top. For the first time since my mission, I safety-pinned my clothing together to keep it modest and made a concerted effort to not bend over or stand too close to anyone taller than me. Sometimes being a girl is tough, y'know?
The ward I went to yesterday? I went last week to check it out because I might be moving into it. I looked at the apartment the next day and very emphatically realized I was not moving into it. But I went back because of ... wait for it ... eye contact with this guy. I'm like the world's worst grown-up relationship participant. Actually, I'm not sure I can classify my relationshipping as grown-up. (Note: My well-laid plans went for naught. First I thought he wasn't there, then I think I saw him, but I could never find him again. I was even prepared to walk up and introduce myself like I hear normal people do. But no dice.)