A date...?

It's Tuesday night. I'm sitting at home watching Ghostbusters and my phone rings. It's number I don't recognize. I don't think anything of it though because I think it's a wrong number or for my brother Nathan. I've had a couple calls for him since he's come home since I have his old number. I answer my phone, and the male voice on the other end asks, "Is this Janel?" I reply in the affirmative, to which he tells me, "Hi, this is A from the ward." (To protect his privacy, I'll just use his initial.)

At this point in time, I try to figure out who the heck A is. I'm racking the pictures in my mind, searching, searching for his face. He continues, "I owe you a Spanish love song. I've been working on it and it's finally ready. Are you going to be around Thursday night around 7 to 10-ish?"

With the words "Spanish love song" I instantly know who A is. In March, my ward had a service auction for a FHE activity. Everyone thought of some kind of service they could do, and it was auctioned off by points you earned through taking a quiz and bringing in canned food. A auctioned off a Spanish love song that I just happened to win.

I tell A, "Yeah, I'll just be at home hanging around. Do you want to just call me before you come over?" He replies, "Sure. We're planning on a bonfire out in Taylor if you want to dress appropriately for that..." Wait, what? Bonfire? What's going on here?

A continues: "Is it all right if I come pick you up?" I dazedly reply, "Sure!" "Okay, I'll come over between 7 and 7:30." I come to my senses and realize he probably needs my address. I give it to him along with some directions, and after some departing remarks, I hang up the phone.

I then ask myself, "What just happened?"


To be continued...