tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001399347079640732.post7055672051351168453..comments2014-12-13T08:59:31.558-08:00Comments on Sister Banter: The Dating GameStella & Lokihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00878043000168217833noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001399347079640732.post-77547655430902406402010-11-16T21:44:27.061-08:002010-11-16T21:44:27.061-08:00Hooray- a comment from Diana! Who will obviously n...Hooray- a comment from Diana! Who will obviously not have an alias as she has her own blog! oh well! :)<br /><br />Cougar- I think if I ever go on a blind date I would want to pretend to be from Austria as well. In fact, this may be the solution to my problem... <br /><br />Small Town- This isn't helping any... In 7 years I will be 33 years old... with an 11 year old.Stellanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001399347079640732.post-24257134038153520562010-11-16T09:35:15.035-08:002010-11-16T09:35:15.035-08:00I'm impressed that Diana has a picture. I thi...I'm impressed that Diana has a picture. I think I was wrong Stella, 7 years between kissing. I do think I had creative dates (group dates) and 2 dates the summer of 95 and so that would shorten my drought of dates to 3 years. Hope that is a little more comforting!Small townnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001399347079640732.post-33512088706627149282010-11-16T08:59:28.274-08:002010-11-16T08:59:28.274-08:00Also went on blind double date in Bristow. His nam...Also went on blind double date in Bristow. His name was Claud. He was old! Like 22-23 I think. I was 16. My friend and I giggled like 6th graders the entire time! He was NOT impressed w/ me! It was a short date. Sonic and driving around the lake, I think. Then 2-3 nights later, he was killed in a car wreck. It really bothered me for a long time. I didn't know him. I didn't like him (in that way). I knew I'd never see him again anyway, but I knew I was his last date and it just bothered me.the cougarnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001399347079640732.post-45755031473528533532010-11-16T08:53:55.874-08:002010-11-16T08:53:55.874-08:00Two friends of mine in HS had a flat in MWC. Two g...Two friends of mine in HS had a flat in MWC. Two guys changed the flat. For 'payment' they said you have to go out w/ us. For some reason, they agreed. Weekend comes along and they have another friend that needs a date also. So, this is where I come in. We decide my name is Genevieve. I'm from Austria. I can't speak English. I get upset when I see an airplane by the airport and cower down in my seat. My 'cousin that I'm here to visit' says, "They are bombing her country!" Stupid, I know. But they guys were even more stupid, because they seemed to believe. We go to Casa Bonita and I can't read menu. I took off my shoes and put my foot on table and said, "toes?" Meaning potatoes. I swing a huge pendant necklace over the table and chant some strange grunts and words and then eat my tacos (my 'cousin from the US of A' orders for me because they don't have potatoes) We eat and discuss going to a movie. My 'date' says, "she won't understand the movie unless there are captions in her language." I get tired of being quiet and just listening to English that I 'can't understand'...after much laughter and silliness I decide enough of this! So, my 'cousin' offers everyone gum and I say, "No thank you, I have my own in my purse." The guys all just look at me with Neanderthal expressions and my date says, "you just understood and spoke English!" I said, "yeah, I know. I'm from Mustang also" They felt dumb and blah, blah, blah...they took us home. We laughed and laughed and told everyone about it. Nana and Choc Chip..I think you both know this story. It was Roberta C and Darla S with me.the cougarnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001399347079640732.post-61437324499267713762010-11-15T20:12:45.640-08:002010-11-15T20:12:45.640-08:007 years without a single date? This is not comfort...7 years without a single date? This is not comforting news...Stellanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001399347079640732.post-22551446226966817092010-11-15T17:37:49.899-08:002010-11-15T17:37:49.899-08:00Well, decided I needed to quit skulking around in ...Well, decided I needed to quit skulking around in the background and let you guys know how much I love reading your blog. Yep, you usually make me laugh out loud, particularly when I'm working in the church office. By the way, if you ever figure out the dating secrets, let me know so I can pass the information along to one of my kids. And yes, I'm not cool enough to have a fake name as I comment ... but I DO have a picture. That ought to be worth something! :o)Dianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05038839488902793019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001399347079640732.post-20749403839879511122010-11-15T13:10:52.507-08:002010-11-15T13:10:52.507-08:00I had 2 blind dates in college. They were just li...I had 2 blind dates in college. They were just like a typical blind date. One was with a shorter guy who wore glasses. We were both cordial but no communication after that. (the funny thing is years later he moved to my small town-married a local girl and joined our S.S. class.. but we never talked about it, I'm sure he did remember) He's moved on now though. I went 7 years without dating (although had been asked by 2 people, but turned both down). That's why I am a big believer in being "set up" as I was at age 27. I'm racking my brain trying to come up with a suitor for Stella, but the only people I know are past students of my husband and most of them have moved out of the small town where I live, nor do I believe Stella wants to move out of the city where her family lives. But yes, always believe and hope and dream of the one that GOD HAS FOR YOU. Until then, we'll keep praying.Small Townnoreply@blogger.com