02 May 2007

Single's Conference: Eating My Words

I figured that I should probably write a follow-up to the singles conference this past weekend.

You know that "one" guy (or girl) in your ward that is just, well, a little off? Actually, more than a little. I mean, the one that you would really just rather gouge your eyes out with a 9 inch replica of the Empire State building than talk to? Yeah, that one. That is the type of person that you automatically think of when you say "thirty-something, single Mormon." At least, that's what I think of. As I've mentioned before, I refer to my singles group as the Island of Misfit Toys. We're not that bad, but I can easily rattle off reasons why everyone in my ward is single.

Anyway, I fully expected the singles conference to be jam-packed with all of these sweet spirits. Imagine my shock and amazement that while I was working at the registration counter, checking people in, I saw that most all of the people coming to the conference were normal. You might even go so far as to say that a lot of them were attractive. *gasp*

It turned out that I was completely wrong in my presupposition of what the conference would consist of. I had a great time at it. I even felt a hint of guilt for not having helped out more with organizing it (but I got over that by Sunday night).

I got in the water on Saturday in my new wetsuit (which is super awesome, stretchy and warm) and helped some out-of-towners pick up a few of the basics of surfing. It was probably more entertaining for me than for them. The waves were horrible on Saturday afternoon. It was funny for me watching them get eaten alive by the walled-out shore break that we had going on.

All in all it was a great weekend.

But of course there are clouds gathering around to block out that silver lining. The conference was also a little sad for me. Here I was in a group of 1000 people with a female to male ratio of about 3 to 1, and I can't find anyone that strikes my interest. Sure I met lots of girls there that were pretty and all, but as much as I willed it to be, I just couldn't drum up any emotion towards them. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Of course there were tons of guys there that I found extremely attractive, blah, blah, blah.

In a setting of that size, if I can't find one girl that can stir up the smallest amount of desire in me, then I just don't think that it can happen. I'm doomed.


playasinmar said...

I so knew you were gonna meet Mr. Right at this thing!

My Best Is All I Have said...


How could I possibly meet Mr. Right if you weren't there?

-L- said...

He was there, but in drag.

I can only speak to my own experience. I found someone I wasn't the slightest romantically interested in but who was crazy fun, and after several years of hanging out and me emphatically denying to all my friends that there was any possibility in it... I just considered for a minute that it could happen and let it. But it never started with any overt romantic emotions.

My Best Is All I Have said...

Maybe that's my problem. All of the crazy fun people are spoken for. Most of my friends at this stage in life are really quite boring.

It's sad when I have to be the life of a party. :D

Kengo Biddles said...

You know, it took me resigning myself to celibacy and bachelorhood before I ran into Miki again ...

Not that this will happen to you, but it's just a thought.

And for the record, I think you two would make a cute couple. ;)

Mormon Enigma said...

Well, you know some women lament that all of the good guys are either married or gay - so you have that going for you.

Never give up, never surrender (what movie is that from?)

My Best Is All I Have said...


Me and Miki, or me and Playa?


My Best Is All I Have said...


Toy Story 2?

Kengo Biddles said...

You and Playa. :)

And all I have to say, ME, in response to your battle cry is "Damn the resonance cannons, and FULL SPEED AHEAD!"

"Commmmmander....wweeeeee nnnneed your help!"

Kengo Biddles said...

Oh, and Maxy, you've got the right actor, if you're thinking of Tim Allen.

playasinmar said...

Well Max, if He-Who-Wields-the-Kosher-Katana is offering to officiate at our wedding, who are to refuse?

"As long as there is injustice, whenever a Targathian baby cries out, wherever a distress signal sounds among the stars, we'll be there. This fine ship, this fine crew. Never give up... and never surrender."