The Infamous Doorstep

I did something awkward last weekend. The good part is, it came right after something awesome. The bad part is, it came right after something awesome. That something was a date. The date was to the BYU Men's Volleyball game. Someone told me it takes a pretty confident guy to take a girl--a blind date girl--to a sporting event where she could potentially be checking out very athletic guys the whole time. Which I wasn't. Because he was nice and articulate and into tennis and taller than me.

But I temporarily lost my social skills when he dropped me off. Because instead of having the doorstep conversation on the doorstep, I unlocked the door, stepped inside, greeted my roommate and her boyfriend who were cuddling on the couch, and then turned to said Mr. Articulate and had the conversation. With the always awkward end of the night hug.

And then I closed the door. And then my brain kicked in again. Hey, wait. That's not how that was supposed to work. Oh well. I'll never do that again.

What is Michael Phelps' favorite game? ANSWERED

James Franco: Man or Myth?

Three things:
1. He is a "powerful, new literary voice." What does that make me?
2. He is teaching a class about himself. Confidence or ego?
3. Maybe if I was in a movie as a man who cut his own arm off, I could get a book published and teach a class about myself.

I know I'm not supposed to, but I'm just sayin'.

Also, would James Franco be considered a Jimmy?

But he's still the only redeeming quality of the Spiderman films.

Dating Advice: Getting Jimmied

I'm back from my mission, and I'm determined to make a go of the dating game this time around. We're talking, Josie Grossie breaks out of her shell kind of thing, minus the bad hair and total lack of fashion (I hope). Things looked great earlier in the week, until Mr. Supposedly Nice Guy cut off all communication and stopped looking at me. Knife to the heart. My mom's words of wisdom: Tell him no grilled cheese sandwiches unless we're going to move onto a pasta dish. Not originally a metaphor, but I realize it could be.

This episode falls in the category of my new family term, "Getting Jimmied," based on both the jerk-man character from That Thing You Do! and one of sister's recent dating dissers. A Jimmy will act interested and probably even initiate the dating process, but then he'll abruptly cut it off, sometimes with no explanation or, possibly worse, tell you, "I think you're more into this than I am" (even though he started it).

So, stay away from Jimmys and make sure you get a commitment for pasta.

That's My Kind of Cougar!

Well, I'm back with kind of a random topic, but I don't think anyone's still reading anyway, so this is mostly for me. March is still a month away, but I cannot wait for the madness to begin. Especially since the Final Four will be played out in my favorite Texas city: Houston. Luckily, living in Provo, I don't have to wait for March to enjoy some great basketball. The University of Houston Cougars may not be so hot, but the BYU ones are unstoppable. Read on.