Last night I went to dinner with my good friend Becca Riddle. She and I were talking about the expectations we had when we moved to Provo. Jack Weyland is a popular LDS author that writes stories that are so crazy, and yet, seem so realistic and almost always end up with the guy and girl getting together -- usually after lots of really fun, cool dates.
When we moved here, we thought we were going to be the heroines of our own Jack Weyland novel.
Of course, Jack Weyland doesn't seem to know that the majority of people in LDS culture are dating-retards. Taught from a young age that pairing off is inappropriate, avoiding a serious commitment prior to a mission is strongly objected to and all various sorts of physical affection is kept under tight ropes, when the missions are over and the green light says "GO! MARRIAGE! NOW!" It's no wonder that those who aren't rushed to the altar at the age of 21, are left scratching their heads and hanging out at your 37516853rd dessert party.
Then there are those that recognize that you are in fact, a 10 Cow Woman (Thank you, Johnny Lingo), in a bad economy. What's a 10 Cow Woman to do when no one has the cows to pay up??
Thank you, Becca, for a hilarious evening.