One disaster after another

I am sure you all remember the last time I wrote about a date I had with Molly, which led to me writing to Governor Huntsman about the smut here in Utah. Well, Mr. Huntsman has not written me back, which makes me think he doesn't care much about our state. And he isn't the only one. My Elders Quorum President pulled me aside a couple weeks ago and told me he is concerned that I am too riled up about this pornography issue. He said something about needing balance and tolerance and some other crap, and I was shocked and appalled that his priorities are so out of whack. I am hoping the bishop will launch an investigation into the EQP's life soon to figure out where these apostate views are coming from. Maybe then they will call me as the EQP like they should have originally. I mean, I had been home from my mission for three weeks when this guy was called, and he has been home from his mission for nearly seven years! How in the world did they think he could still be in touch with the Spirit when he has been home that long. I told them so then, but I will do my best not to rub it in when they have to release him because he advocates smut.

So anyway, back to my point. Molly and I went out again on Monday. I hadn't wanted to make it a big public thing, because I get kind of tired of our laundry being aired on the Internet, but Molly mentioned it, so I guess the cat got out of the bag. Anyway, we planned to go to the temple to do some baptisms, but the temple was closed for Family Home Evening. I should have taken that as a sign that the evening was ruined, but I didn't. So we went to dinner, and everything tasted good, but there must have been something wrong with it. Why? Because about 20 minutes after we left the restaurant, we were walking around Temple Square, and we stopped and looked into each other's eyes. We knew the time had come for our first kiss. As I leaned in to kiss her, she got a look in her eyes that I have never seen before. I couldn't figure out if it was excitement or nerves. Turns out, it was food poisoning. Just as my lips were about to touch hers, she put her head down. Before I could feel rejected, she threw up on my shoe.

The rest of the evening was spent cleaning off my shoe and holding a damp cloth to Molly's head. We had to reschedule the first kiss, and the entire night was a disaster.