God's Gift to Women?

A couple of weeks ago our ward had a temple trip. It was a beautiful spring day and I was grateful of the chance to spend it on the temple grounds. After coming out of the temple, it was time for our picnic. I was walking over to say hello to some of our friends when a young man stopped me. I thought he was perhaps a friend or relative of someone in the ward so I said hello. I guess in retrospect I shouldn’t have. I realized quite quickly that he wasn’t from around here. His English was not very good, so I’ll only really be able to give the gist of what he said. He asked in very broken English where I was from. He then told me he was from Slovakia (I think. Could have been Slovenia. Something along those lines.) He then asked me if I was a YSA. At this point, I was not entirely sure how to get away. I could tell things were going down a path that I didn’t want them to, but felt powerless to stop them. When I answered that I was indeed young, single, and adult, he said he was too. Then things really took a turn for the uncomfortable. He asked me if I would like to date him. Not just go on A date, but actually date each other, with the intent of marriage. I was so taken aback by his boldness, that I didn’t know exactly what to say. He then said, “Only if you’re comfortable.” As if I could be comfortable with that proposition. I decided that the easiest thing to do was pretend I was okay with it and then just give him the wrong information. I guess I should have just said that I was uncomfortable with the idea, but that made me uncomfortable too. I did draw the line at actually giving him my phone number. I gave him my email address and suggested that maybe we could just get to know each other a bit better that way. Then he gave me his name as Elder. I can only imagine that he considered his returned missionary status as enough to make him the dream come true for any available woman. It wasn’t enough for me, however. After we had exchanged email addresses, he left. It was quick as that, but left me quite perplexed. I had never been approached with such boldness. It was flattering, but a little discomforting. Luckily, nothing else has come of it and I think I’ve escaped the awkwardness of actually having to reject the date. I’m pretty sure I dodged a bullet there.