My awesome Houstonian friend posted awhile back about how her foray into the Mid Singles went and I quote:
"I was wanting to meet people I would have more in common with. Maybe I went to the wrong type of activity?"
Well, taking courage from her, and a bit of en-couragement from others here in Bothell, I signed up for and went to a Labor Day Weekend campout. I jumped in head first. Instead of a mild 2 hour time investment, with quick escape route, I chose to go camping. You read that right, I spent 72 of the planned 96 hours involved with this activity.
Now I am able to say that I met quite a few interesting, fun, and humorous people. In fact, it may not even be my last activity with them. What is most interesting to me is that I clicked quickly with one gal- then found out she was there with her single father on their way to him dropping her off at BYU-Idaho :) figures! Guess I am not as old as it has been feeling lately in the Branch here. So Booyah...to me.
...and my "Kiss Me I'm Irish" sweatshirt was a big coversation starter...
So am beginning to wonder what is in store for this summer.