Byu dating stories
Flustered and frustrated that this kid had just stolen my first kiss with a full on make out attempt, I pushed myself away from him and turned around to start walking back. It was then that the self-righteous, recently returned missionary beast inside me was unleashed.
For the next hour and a half, I proceeded to chastise him about following the Spirit and being morally clean. I hope you enjoyed it and a big thanks to our anonymous contributor on this one.
Surprised, but most definitely flattered, I of course said yes.
The rest of the day, I had that classic giddy feeling that I typically get when a boy that I’m interested in asks me out (tbh, it’s quite rare). When I realized he was serious, my eyebrows shot up to my hairline, unable to hide the incredulous look that was now on my face.
He said he had to use the bathroom and then he made a move on her when he got inside. Back then I was too nice to say no, so I gave it to him. I lived like 6 hours away from where I went to school.
Not knowing what else to do, I laid my cheek against his chest while also stifling a laugh at the awkwardness of the whole situation.
I continued to scream internally while weighing my chances of surviving a tuck ‘n’ roll out of his car onto University Avenue.
As we approached the mouth of the canyon (see what I did there? I stepped out of the car, surveying my surroundings.
Hello and welcome to everyone tuning in to my first ever Anonymous Awkward Dating Fail (AADF) story time! I had recently reached the ripe age of 22, and I was still had what they called a “virgin-lips,” meaning I had never kissed a boy, not in all my twenty-two years of life. I had met Paul a couple of months previous to this particular day.
For the sake of all those who feel like they’re the only ones whose dating lives are A Series of Unfortunate Events IRL, I want you to know, you are not alone. Our first story comes from the awkward depths of the dating pool at BYU, and is by no means lacking in cringe-worthy moments. Except when I was like, 7 years-old, but that doesn’t count, right? Anyways, despite my efforts in dating post-mission, I was suffering from a seemingly eternal dating dry spell. We had never actually hung out, but I would see him frequently either at work or on campus and we would talk and I would make pathetic attempts at flirtation, because I thought he was pretty cute.