I won't be responsible for what happens...

Tonight I went on a date. I call it a date for it's structural rather than it's functional classifications. (Oh man, too much anatomy in my brain!) Structurally, it fit the 3 p's, Planned, Paired off, and Paid for. Functionally... well it was with my favorite district leader. (As we talked tonight, I felt more and more confident in that favorite DL title) Also, I'm pretty sure our conversation was CLEARLY in the friend zone, making the main topic of this blog even more hilarious.

On campus they had an event called 'acoustic explosion' in the WILK and so we went and listened to this group called the Tangleson brothers. They were really pretty good. The music was enjoyable to listen to and it was a nice ice-breaking time (you know, when you don't have to talk to who ever you're with and you can just become comfortable with them) (PS I'd only seen him once in more than a year-- he just got home in August and it was the August before that that I was transfered out of his area)*This is all probably too much information, you can skim*

So after the acoustic explosion thing was over we decided to go to some good old Baskin and Robbin's for some Ice Cream. So, this kid from my freshman ward, Andy, works there. I've been once before this semester with my roommates and Andy and I talked then. Of course he was working tonight. I ordered my kid's scoop of York Ice Cream with the sugar cone on the top and then I kind of wandered while He made his decision. I was throwing away a dirty napkin when I hear Andy telling my date that 'She's a great girl and if you don't treat her well, I won't be responsible for what happens.' He repeated this (like he often does in conversation) MULTIPLE times... oh man. I almost died! It was hilarious.

The thing is, even though we are just friends (we talked for hours after this about everything) I know that he would protect and treat me well. He would keep my secrets and not laugh at my feelings that I don't tell people. He told me one night on the mission when we were talking that he prayed for me. At the time that meant the world. Even little things he is definitely the kind of guy who takes care of people. He opened all of my doors, walked on the car-side of the street (to protect me), and stopped me from walking out in front of traffic.

I like him. When I say this I mean I want to keep being his friend.