"It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.”
-Buddha

Yesterday I was at a clients house. She had some friends over. Those friends were nice young men. Nice young men who are on their “missions.” If you have never had the pleasure (and you’ll understand why that is a play on words in a bit) of meeting such young nice boys - lemme splain. These boys are on their Mormon Mission. They are young men, and I think women - although I’ve never met any - who are doing their two year service to God/Jesus/Mormonism. These two were nice enough, and I came away from the day with a book of Mormon. I’m not fond of organized religion, and I am especially not fond of people who go door to door to tell you about their organized religion. This situation was a little different. I was in someone else’s home and said boys were HER guests. I didn’t want to be rude so I played along. I even bowed my head during prayer! - Did I mention that I am REALLY not fond of group prayer. Even got kicked out of Thanksgiving dinner cause I wouldn’t do it. - I wasn’t “forced” to pay attention to them, but what other choice did I have? I played nice. their book will make excellent kindling.

But the whole point of telling you THAT story, was so that I could tell you this one.

When I was in HS (back in 95/96) I hung out at a coffee place called the Broadway Caf�. It was in an area of town called Westport. I guess at one point these two missionary boys came around. We got to talking.We talked a lot. I know that he came to our house to visit my whole family a couple of times. My mom knew who they were and everything. We became friends...and well..... First - when they are doing their service they don’t get any alone time. It’s always guy one, and guy two. They are called companions apparently. Second - I was young. Oh so young. I ended up making out with one guys (Elvis Stojko look-alike) in my car at like 5:30 in the morning. He went out while his buddy was sleeping. It was like SERIOUS making out. Clothing was optional. I SO corrupted this kid. I SO did bad BAD things. And he was older than me. By a couple of years. (IE me 16/17 him 20/21.)

And the whole point of THAT story was to be able to tell you this.

As much as those damn boys annoy me, I ALWAYS check to see if they are cute. And BOY-HOWDY was this one cute today! Elder Davis. He’s even FROM Kansas City (my home town) and he’s two years younger than me. And he’s HOT HOT HOT. All blonde/red headed and pale. Freckles too. HOT HOT HOT! Oh the things I would do....

I am going to hell.