The Dreadful Singles Awareness....And It's Not Even Valentines Day.

Once again the undesireable winds of singles awareness came knocking on the door of my happy and yet very much singles life. My younger brother Ryan (aka Rowdy), was engaged to Sadie about a week ago (ish). Tonight I am having a "Welcome to the family" sorta party with the happy couple and also attending is my older brother Kyle and his girlfiriend Jo. I was told to find a date, but with my lack of ethusiasm and efforts to find one, I am the fifth wheel.

Making the situation worse in my head I do have a prospect, but he's ONLY a prospect. He maybe more considered as a crush that I plan on doing nothing with unless he takes the initiative. His name is Bryan. I met him last semester in my sport psychology class. He sat in front of me and over one chair to the left. I thought he was really super cute so I wasn't too bothered about his constant turning around and talking to me (remember the class was at 8 am and I am not a talker in the early morning). I really liked it when he would tell me what a good job I did on my presentations. I did get his phone number just before spring break so I could return a book of his I had borrowed, but I never did call him and returned the book after the break during class. A week ago I ran into Bryan at the distribution center in Orem. He made the effort to come up to me and start a conversation and waited for me to finish with the cashier just to tell me to have a great summer. During our conversation however, he informed me that he worked and practically lived at the distribution center. Surprised I informed him that my Aunt Dana also works there. Of course he knew her and talked nothing but good about her, but what he failed to tell me was that he is her manager, which I found out later when I called Dana to ask her about Bryan (she had nothing but good things to say about him and his family; they are also in the same stake). A few days later Dana gave Bryan my number, but he hasn't called and I have been gradually letting go of any idea of a possibility that he just might.

I can hold my own. I don't feel any less with a lack of a significant other, but it does bring on a sence of lonliness and question of when's it my turn?