there was the bus.Â
I was talking to my city bus riding daughter yesterday about men on the bus. She has an admirer that is too old for her. She is a nice girl, and we’re trying to figure out a way to nicely but firmly tell this guy she isn’t interested.
Her incident reminded me of my “romantic” adventures on the busÂ during myÂ school years.
One incident in particular was quite memorable.Â It happened when I wasÂ going back to college after winter break on a bus.
ThereÂ was a guyÂ going back to base after he had been on leave. He approached me and started talking to me, and I was polite. He really wasn’t my type, but I didn’t want to be rude.Â The conversation turned toÂ whether I wasÂ available or not. No, I had a boyfriend just starting his mission. But this didn’t seem to stop him. He kept on talking to me, and in the back of my mind IÂ felt like he was trying any angle to keep on talking to me, so I talked about the church. This would kill two birds with one stone: missionary work and the clear message that I was a church girl whichÂ would hopefully, and kindly, turn his interest away from me. This went on for a couple of hours until my stop came. He did accept a Book of Mormon through the mail from me, though.
As I was getting off, another man approached me. This was a guy older than me, andÂ he explained how impressed he was. He wanted toÂ tell more about what he thought,Â but he was staying on and there was no time. SoÂ could he do it in a letter? Okay. Sure.
About a week later, in my mail I recieved a typewritten letter. Even the addresses on the envelope was typed.
I was a true daughter of Abraham, a Queen in Zion, and so on. Then he talked about hisÂ four children, and that he needed help raising them.
Would I marry him?
I think I squeeked.Â Then I ran out of my room and showed it to my roomates, in a very unqueenly fashion.Â We laughed at the freaky notion, but I was still very glad that this guy lived far enough away from me that he could only send letters.