It's about time

Well, Trevor, it is about time!! You've been talking so much about her lately that it became necessary that you ask her out. Yes, it is true. I finally went out on a date that I actually wanted to go on. That would make the tally marks look somewhat like this: ll. For some of you, dating might have been just as common as studying in the library (wait, that doesn't prove anything), or maybe bearing your testimony (oh wait, that doesn't work out either). Well, I imagine you get the point. So, anyway, we decided to go out to eat at Cafe Rio and then afterwards we went to the hilarious comedy show, Divine Comedy, where they countinued to scoff at BYU standards and culture. At the end of the night we ended with a modest hug (I went over-over) and said goodbye. (Are you sure?) I know some of you may be thinking as to the slick moves that I may have pulled on her. Well, even though I had quite a bit of success in the past, I denied farting in front of her or telling her my b.m. stories from the mission. No, instead I just was myself (which is probably scary in and of itself). She seemed to have fun (I mean, who wouldn't with a Tustison), and we had fun with each other.
The girl's name is Christine (goes by Chris) and she is from South Jordan (I mean, that's good, right, that she is from there, right) and she works at CMS. This is the same girl that I told that she had thought that I was attactive (if you don't know the story, you are really not missing out on much). Who knows what happens now. I don't think I have ever been in the situation of asking for a second date (the girls have always done the asking) so who knows.