Just filling the time.

Becca has officially left. I will miss her, a lot. The circumstances of our parting are not that common, at least for guys. That is what frustrates me the most, I'm in fairly uncharted waters. I don't know the future and I can't plan for it. For those of you that know me fairly well, you know I like to plan. At this point I will date more, but as I told Becca, the next lady I date has a lot to live up to.

Eighteen months isn't too long, but I don't know exactly where I'll be in eighteen months. Plus, Becca will be crazy when she gets back; most missionaries are. People try to cheer me up with success stories of women or men that ended up waiting for their boyfriend or girlfriend. I don't know if I have the time to wait. However, I might end up unintentionally waiting for her. The only thing I'm afraid of is that I won't find anyone else equally suited to my special needs, plus I loved her. In the end it will work out as it should, I know this. Knowing this doesn't make it easier. She will be a great missionary and I wish I could go again. When I think about it, I would make the same choice she made.

My next big life event is the GRE on the 24th. I'm not too worried about it. I know my life is great. I see blessing in it.

Dating Fun

It has been awhile since I have written. I blame dating. Don't get me wrong I'd rather date than write, but if you must know I haven't written because I've been doing other things, wink. Anyway, Becca is great. However, she will soon be gone to California. She will be an excellent missionary.

Many of the dates we have been on have been great: we went to Bear Lake and floated around on an inflatable raft, hikes, Halloween stuff, diners, read to cats, and the list goes on. One of the most memorable was the reading to cats. First of all, I'm allergic to cats and I don't really like them. However, Becca saw something in the paper about reading to cats so we went. It was crazy. We showed up to animal shelter. I think it is important to the story that you realize I had a mustache at the time, which I still have. When we walked into the room there were about eight six to nine year old girls. I felt like a real creeper. If Becca wouldn't have been there I think the people in charge would have called the cops. Basically we got to hold a bunch of kittens while one of the employees read a story.

Another funny part of the date was a little girl that entered that cat cage and almost didn't leave it. The cats apparently didn't take kindly to strangers in their cat cage. There was a lot of hissing but the girl avoided catastrophe.

Also look for more post in the future; Becca will be gone come November, so I'll need to occupy myself somehow.