My bishop made us sit boy-girl-boy-girl in Sunday school. Yeah, really. He's determined to marry off the entire ward. I'm starting to understand the reason why the place I live has the nickname it does.
Tonight at ward prayer I made a note to either a) avoid Mark, or b) tell Mark that I don't want to date him. Plan A is what went down. I avoided him almost completely...which means I still have yet to tell him that I don't want to date him.
Dating is hard.
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