How NOT to impress a girl

* Get her number Tuesday; call Thursday and then Saturday (when she doesn't answer either time).
* Be vague. Is it a date or isn't it?
* Not have a plan. Calling to say, "Hey, some friends and I are going to dinner and a movie. Do you want to come?" is fine. When you have to make multimple calls about what movie you're seeing and at what time, there's a problem.
* Ask her things like, "So, do you stare off into space like that a lot?"
* Call yourself Mikey when you're 30 years old and attending a family ward.
* Leave her at her car with, "So you should call me sometime during the week and we can hang out again." She should not do any such thing.

There are a billion more ways to not impress a girl, but this list is a sampling of my evening. Seriously, there has to be a better way to get married besides dating.

Crap, my roots are showing

Mindy Moment of the day:
So I went to the post office today to mail a package to my adorable little sister. After twenty minutes of waiting for a parking space, I finally manouvered my cute little Black Pearl into a space. Once the package had been properly stamped and sorted, I headed for the car. The little button on the keychain didn't work. This wasn't that unusual, because it doesn't work all the time (I'm assuming it's something to do with signal interference blah blah blah). As I put my key in the door to unlock it maually, I think, "Oh gee. Someone broke into my car and left me seat cushions." Only after this thought does it dawn on me that THIS IS NOT MY CAR. Not only is it not my car, it's not even the same color. My beloved Black Pearl is, well, black, and this one was a very distinct purple. So then I had to walk away and attempt to find my car (the real one) amidst the soccer mom SUV monstrosities dominating the parking lot at 2:30 in the afternoon. It took me a good 30 seconds just standing there like an idiot before I found it. I just hope the people sitting in their cars waiting for my spot had a good laugh. What good is a Mindy Moment if it's not shared with the world?

Are you strong enough to be my man?

Sometimes I think I expect too much. Like when my mom tells me that I shouldn't necessarily be looking for just "cute." I occasionally have to remind myself of President Hinckley's words when he said that we need to stop looking for perfection in a future spouse.

But I want to know: is it too much to expect a man? Not a boy, not a dude or a guy...a MAN. Because I'm beginning to think they don't exist. For example:
There's the "couple" in my ward that has been quasi-dating for the past month or so. He pays for stuff, they spend a lot of time together, but he has yet to really do anything about it. Even the girl isn't sure if they're a couple.
There's the guy who I liked (Computer Geek) who liked my roommate (Flirt). They went on several date-like activities, but he never officially asked her on a date. When she finally got fed up of being confused, he sent her an email (ugh...seriously, how impersonal can you get?) saying that he was glad for the opportunity to get to know her better, but that they would never work out as a couple.

So tonight my question is, am I asking too much? Are men a dying breed? Should I just settle for the next schmo who can at least buy me lots of pretty things? Am I the only one who lies awake at night pondering these things?

Even Peter Pan had to get there eventually

Today I heard the new Avril Levine song and thought, "What is this drivel?" Which was quickly followed by, "Oh wait. This is exactly like all of her other songs...which I...guess...I used to like."

"My baby's all grown up and saving China!"

And yes, I know that my profile says I like Good Charlotte. Growing up isn't gonna happen all at once, all right?

Why I will never understand men

My story today begins when the Relief Society president decided to move to Boston. Therefore, she had to have a going away party. At said going away party, I joined the conversation of several young men in attendance (visithttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfu0aV1dkHw to see how it all went down). One of the young men, Activities Man, was fairly new to the ward. He at least looked moderately interested when I added my two cents to the conversation. Afterward, my roommate (who needs a good nym but I can't come up with one right now) told me I should date Activities Man. My reply was that if he wanted to do something about it, he was more than welcome to.


Sunday rolls around and I end up on the stand playing the piano (seriously, doesn't anyone teach their kids to play the piano in California? I'm not that good.). Activities Man was giving the final talk. Roommate tells MiniThug (also a roommate) her grand plan about hooking the two of us up. MiniThug readily agrees because she grew up with Activities Man. (I found out about this conversation later.) After a combined Relief Society/Elders Quarum allegedly about goals but really about getting all of us married off, we all escaped to the cultural hall for Linger Longer. Activities Man comes up to me and asks me what my idea of a good idea for an inexpensive date is. "For a girl who's maybe a 5...you're curious, but you don't know her all that well." I hemmed and hawed until we were interupted by someone else. After they left, I turned the question around on him. He had a few ideas, then I remembered a first date that I went on to Color Me Mine that was fun because you could talk but you also had something to distract yourself with. I told him about said date. We discussed the whereabouts of a local store, then he walked off saying, "I'll keep that in mind" and a wink.


Huh?

This one's for Mike...

And for everyone else and their dog who has a blog. I've finally sucumbed and joined your ranks. Now all I have to do is be brilliant and I'll make millions!

And the picture is for all you poor saps stuck in Utah where it's still cold. :)