The Finale Date Post

An “Interview” with the Stars of “The Date”

*taped in front of a live studio audience that is both deaf and lacks the ability to applaud*

Hey, it’s BroJo and I have some very special guests today… you wouldn’t believe it – they’ve been the talk of the blogosphere for the week – please welcome Jon and Kessabug

Jon: Hey.

Kessabug: Hi.

BroJo: So, I mean, it’s been all over the blog, how do you feel about your date coming to a close?

Jon: Well, I mean it is bittersweet – I enjoyed the time that we had together.  It’s too bad she had to leave.

BroJo: Kessabug, everyone is dying to know, and the chick’s perspective is always better on these things – what happened Saturday night?

Kessabug: Ummm…. Well – Jon was tired – I could totally tell…

Jon: That’s sooooo not what happened!

BroJo: Well, we’ll let you guys sort that out- but in short – there wasn’t a kiss…

Both: *sigh* No.

BroJo:  You still had another day – another chance – right?

Both: Yep!

Church was pretty normal. We had a talk from three different youth and one from a High Counsel member. After Sacrament Meeting  the Gospel Doctrine teacher came up and introduced herself. She offered “You staying for my class? It’s super awesome…and I’m the teacher…so you know it’s great!” We stayed. It was awesome. She kept her hand wrapped around my arm for the entire class…and the Teacher noticed this. (And I was called out for an interview to receive yet another new calling.)

So, Jon didn’t really tell me to go to Relief Society – or even where it was.  I figured that I would play it cool: first, I went to the water fountain and grabbed a quick drink.  I spotted the bathroom next to it and went inside to ‘check my makeup’.  Inside, I stood next to a lady who grabbed the hem of my skirt and said, “I just love it when people dress up and look so pretty – we don’t always get to wear clothes like these…”  I have a job where I look like that most of the time, but I thanked her and moved on, she had mentioned me sitting with Jon, but I kinda ran out of there.  Walking the short distance to RS room (who knew it was like right there!), I heard another sister point out to another that I was the girl sitting next to ‘that Jon’.  She exclaimed that our kids would have the prettiest red hair.  Actually in RS, I had a nice sister sit next to me, she soon asked to move to sit next to another less-active member – but she actually asked permission first.  It was sweet.  Through class, I got to answer some random whispered questions from about three directions.  I met another nurse, I actually read something, and answered a question about another member (because the first sister mentioned her).  RS was fun.  Following, I ran into the Gospel Doctrine teacher who thought I skipped because she didn’t see me… I blend into the crowd – ya know; just one of those faces…

After RS, a few sisters asked if I was moving to the ward.  I explained that I was only visiting someone, upon hearing it was Jon a few told me it was the perfect reason to move-plus, they’d love to have me.  I broke my way into the hall.  I wasn’t sure if Jon would be down the hall one way or in the chapel the other way.  I talked to the Gospel Doctrine teacher.  After our conversation (like meeting in February and marrying in September – no pressure!), she said ‘Found him!’ and pointed to Jon standing a few crowd people away from me.  He was halfway standing in a room.  A brother stated that he was going to be set apart for his new calling (figured that’s why he was called away during Sunday school).  My plan was to ask him where he wanted me to wait while he did ‘his stuff’, but when I entered the room, another brother closed the door while explaining that I could leave.  I took a seat across from the wife with kids (I was very uncomfortable).  I listened quietly to the prayer.  My heart was so full.  I think I actually looked at Jon with different eyes following the setting a part of his other counselor (the guy who took his place).

BroJo: Now that church was done, what was the plan from there?

After church, we returned to his apartment.  I knew I needed to leave (I had to work that night) but I just wasn’t quite ready to leave.  It was a gorgeous day.  I asked to go for a walk, he agreed.

She looked for her puppies leads. She couldn’t find them (I found them in my truck a few days later) so she kenneled the dogs and we were off. We started out with my hands in my pockets and her hand wrapped around mine. I felt very ungentlemanly, so I took my hand out of my pocket and grabbed hers. We strolled around for several blocks, me pointing out places where I used to live, old neighbors, where I went to school growing up, that old Jaycees Haunted House from 20 years before that was next door to my house…and scared the stuffing out of me.

It was a substantial walk. Longer than anticipated, maybe for the both of us…but is felt very short when it ended.

BroJo: Now for the really juicy stuff that everyone is dying to know – you had to say goodbye at some point – how did it go?

Well, she gathered her dogs and put them in the car, we were standing on the sidewalk.  We shared a real hug and…

BroJo: Oh, sorry folks.  We have run out of time.  It was great meeting and working with both of you – we hope to hear more about your awesome adventures sometime in the future….

This is who I spent last week-end with.

Epilogue

In the distance I could hear this bird while we were saying our goodbyes.  To this day, I always wondered what that bird’s problem was.  I mean all chirpy and stuff while we were talking and doing some stuff.  I mean, it was still pretty cold.  Didn’t little birdy have something else to do?  Anyway, I guess it doesn’t matter; I stopped worrying about it as I was in my car and headed back home after a wonderful weekend with BroJo.

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I think we stretched that out long enough. Wednesday I will start back to the normal routine with a post about 90′s music – a sort of rebuttal to Le Clown’s – and Friday we will have another Celebrity Blogger Interview.

 

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