The cacophony of crying, laughing, gurgling babies clues me in that I'm not in Utah anymore. Well, not in a Utah singles' ward at least. For the past 5 months I've been living at home with my parents, and attending a family ward. There isn't a singles' branch to be had in these parts, and YSA activities tend to be multi-stake quarter-annual.
I might discuss how this impacts my own eligibility(living with parents is SO not a sign of maturity), or totally cramps my style (reporting to your Mom when you're going to be home is SO not cool). Alas, neither of these topics arise in my little, northeastern PA ward simply because there is no one to date within at least a 2 hour radius.
In the style of Vero, here are the generalizations of available men in the small, family ward in an area with a dearth of singles.
- Cradle Dwellers - sure, there are a few sixteen and seventeen year old boys, but, seriously, dating kids that ought to be dating my youngest sibling is just gross. (Not that any young man is good enough to do that, so ya'll just stay back from my sister.) Just to make it a little more gross I'll add that I used to substitute teach these kids when they were in Primary.
- Dishonorable Fellows - there are the boys who've been kicked off their mission or kicked out of college, they're not the paragons of commitment or intelligence. Maybe they'll grow up - someday - but today is not the day to consider them date-able.
- Sugar[less] Daddies - worse than that, there are always the divorced, widowed, or single men of the ward able to now count down their years until retirement with their fingers and toes (or less). Dating guys who finished college before I was born is just, plain wrong even if they might have a well-balanced, profitable portfolio.
So what of all those nice, young men of a reasonable age - or even just between 21 and 35? They're all either married or attending college elsewhere. Home wards are SO not the place to be for a doorstep scene.
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