Friday, August 7, 2009

The Importance of Being Ernest.

Yes, my date's name is Ernest. ERNEST!! My mom claims people can't help what their names are, but I think that is just irresponsible to be called Ernest. We went to dinner and had some nice conversation. He seemed like a nice guy. Until I accidentally mentioned grandpa. I think I said something stupid like, "Oh I think my grandpa gave a talk on that once." I was then in a sticky situation. Lie about grandpa, or just come out with it. I made the wrong decision and told the truth. Needless to say, Grandpa was the topic of our conversation for the rest of the evening. Ernest even tried to impress me with his "Elder Ballard" impersonations. After I pretended like they were good (they weren't) he would do it again, and laugh and laugh and laugh. Let's just say any spark that may of been there was gone in a flash. Finally I told him that if he wanted to date Grandpa I'd give him his number. He actually looked excited for a minute. I'll take a pass from this 'Ernest' apostle hunter. Wish me luck on my date tonight. At least this person is named Paul.


Mama Corleone said...

Wait!! Your grandpa is Elder Ballard????? Oh. My. Gosh!

Ha ha ha!!! Oh I am so sorry for your date. It stinks that you have to hide your grandpa. I mean, some of us do too...just for less respectable reasons.

Still proud and excited for you for getting out there!

britta said...

Darn it! I hope your date with Paul was better... must importantly, I am glad you are dating! Just keep looking, and you'll meet someone you like for sure! Way to go! Woot Woot!

danielle said...

I am laughing soooo hard right now. You are hilarious. Really if he knows what is good for him, which obviously he doesn't he should change his name. Love the stories. You crack me up!