This past weekend I went on a date. It was really a whole lot of fun. I went out with a friend from the the MTC; she and I wrote to each other our entire missions. It was good to catch up, bounce ideas back and forth, and just enjoy being together. She's quite the looker, too.
We went down yonder to the Olive Garden, in Orem. And you know what? The dumb waiter was hitting on her, on the girl I was with with. That is a maximum violation of "bro-code".
It came out of his tip. Was this wrong of me? (Oh, and never mind the fact that he completely forgot bring out her soup until she asked him.) I was just slightly offended that we was looking at her all googly-eyed, and barely talking to me.
Jerk.
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