On a scale of 1-10, I'd say life is pretty darn good! Classes have begun, new friends are being made and old friends have been remembered, and my snow tires are performing like the very persistent gappers of Frip (which I am reading for sociology 111). Well, my tires don't attach themselves to goats, but they stick to the ground real nicely.
I was feeling so good today, in fact, that I forgot that I was in the dark and dreary world and had a somewhat-embarassing moment. I was talking with a girl from my ballroom dance outside after class had ended. It was snowing softly and she said that she had to walk home.
"Oh," I said, "Would you like a ride?"
A little surprised, she stammered, "but it's the opposite of where you need to go!"
"It's not a problem," I replied, not catching the hint.
"Well," she said, "It's pretty outside. I'll just walk."
It was immediately after I said "okay" that I understood what had just happened.
"Aw crud." Maybe I'm still more of a missionary than I thought.
I don't think I'll be dancing with her next week. Ha.