I laughed at myself today for considering the idea of finding a guy at church. The guys at church could be nice, respectable guys… you know, the ones who help their grandmothers down the aisle. Who would’ve thought today was The Day. Lucky me, I found myself the perfect one.
Mr. 40 year old man from Buffalo.
Seeing me in action at the Children’s Liturgy, he decides to strike up a conversation with who he thought was a high school student. Unfortunately for him, I turned out to be older. It’s just too bad I wasn’t swooned by his goofy Knight of St. John uniform (feathered hat and sword included), or when he kept looking at my chest (not very discretely), or when he told me to find him the next time I was in Buffalo so we could go to his house and have a coffee (cue him asking if I had a cell phone). Sorry, you’re just not my type.
My dad said the next time this happens, to give him my dad’s number so he can beat him up. Thanks dad! 🙂 hahaha
……..Annnnnd that’s what I get for thinking about boys in church.
The End.
Ps. As for Twilight (LOL)….. best fan poster so far!
this aint a fairytale. 