By popular demand...

Now about this date.  It began as any other Friday night in recent memory.  I had no plans.  My roommates were both going out, but I was alone.  (As I have no phone, it’s difficult for me to make plans.  Just by way of explanation.  I’m sure if I had a phone things would be vastly different.)  I had just eaten dinner and was settling down for an evening with my friend the Internet when there was a knock on the door.  This is slightly out of the ordinary thus far in my England experience.  I went to the door and peeped through the peephole, which incidentally is the perfect name for what it is.  Not like some things whose names are completely unrelated to what they do.  Anyway, on the other side of the door there stood a guy from my ward in a tweed blazer who will henceforth be referred to as ‘Tweed’ thus protecting his guilt or innocence, whichever it may turn out to be.  Since I knew who he was, I let him in.  We chatted for a few moments and I had the feeling he was gearing up to invite me out to do something.  Before he could, however, his phone rang and it was the missionaries reminding him that he had correlation meeting that night.  He took his leave, but promised to return at the conclusion of the meeting.  I said that would be lovely and we parted company for a time.  An hour and a half later, there was still no sign of him and, again lacking a phone with which to be kept apprised of the developments, I was waiting patiently on couch trying not to get too nervous.  Then the knock on the door came again and there he was.  He came in, I asked if he had something in mind, and he suggested the cinema.  I realize I should have let him get there on his own, but I had already been waiting patiently for hours.  I was in no mood to wait for him to get around to it.  So we headed into town, on foot, which normally would have frustrated me, but people here walk everywhere, so no big deal.  It also gave us a chance to chat, which often doesn’t happen much on first dates.  He’s a very smart person and I’m still full of questions about Britain, which made for quite a pleasant walk.  When we arrived at the theatre, he made me choose the movie.  For the record, I hate choosing the movie.  What if you choose something offensive?  Or worse, what if you choose something lame?  Hopefully my choice hasn’t destroyed any possible future we may have.  Anyway, I laughed and covered my eyes quite a lot, but ultimately enjoyed myself.  I think he did too.  Then we walked home and he came in for a while.  We sat on the couch and talked until long after midnight.  All in all, not a bad start.  Stay tuned.