thank the heavens for hot men

I was flying home from my little visit to Philadelphia and as luck would have it I was sitting by a gorgeous man on the plane. He was tall (much taller than me), beautiful brown eyes, muscular physique, excellent jaw line (cause that's what every woman looks for in a man). an electrical engineer (and I have to admit, I find geeks attractive). the only thing a bit off was teeth (sorry Kristi), but his smile wasn't all that bad.

so for four hours we chatted on and off. and i must say it was good to get back in the game of flirting. It has been a bit of time since I put forth the effort so honestly I was a bit rusty. at times it was obvious that I was clueless to the signals that are so often used outside of Utah to communicate interest. I'd like to blame that on my religion. just think of it. my church isn't for members going to local bars or clubs to pick up on men, so for us folk we participate in inane and at times ridiculous activities to flirt with the opposite sex. examples include backwards bowling, partner scripture chases (which I miserably fail at), and something involving dog obstacle courses. I'm not completely trying to negate all of the social activities that LDS people come up with. Some days I do feel like a good board game or a three-legged race. But mostly, I just want an actual date in which the man has invested his time.

I think the best date I've ever been on was with Mark. He worked at the Museum of Art and he knew I direly wanted to see the new Egyptian exhibit, but because of my classes, it was virtually impossible to go. So one night he cooks me dinner (and having served in Italy, he was good at cooking pasta dishes) and it looks lovely and tastes delicious. He then says he has a surprise and escorts me to his car and opens the door (typical of men to do here in happy valley, but nonetheless something I notice and appreciate) and a few minutes later we pull up to the MOA. Taking me in the back way, we are paged into the security unit by a fellow apparently in on the surprise and Mark hands me a flashlight. We walk past the unit, through a set of doors and through a dark hallway. All of a sudden we step into the Egyptian exhibit. Nicely done, Mark, I think to myself. It is almost completely dark but for a few low lights. We turn on our flashlights and he proceeds to take me through the entire exhibit telling me interesting little snippets for some of the pieces. Couldn't have been more perfect.