cradle robber
Last week, my friend Laura and I did a little swap on our blogs, so I wrote about one of my worst dates over at Simpleton Pleasures . It was a bad one, to be sure, but it pales in comparison to my absolute worst date, which is the one I'm sharing today. * * * * * The summer after my freshman year of college, summer 2011, I went to a Spanish-speaking Mormon church. I was feeling pretty good about my Spanish, but I wanted more practice and more immersion into that language and culture. However, by joining that ward, I realized I did not know Spanish as well as I thought I did. It wasn't horrible, but there were definitely times when I had no clue what was going on. One of the first few weeks, I met this guy and he introduced himself and we talked a bit. I thought he was just being a friendly and welcoming person. Through him asking me some questions, I somehow ended up telling him I was getting married the upcoming December, which wasn't actually true...