Last week I had a guy from my ward, Hank, ask me out on a date. Now, I wasn't exactly interested in the guy in the first place, but I decided to be polite and go on the date. It was an interesting date...He took me to dinner and a high school basketball game. Throughout the night he would make joke of how demented I was with my arm in my sling and he had a bad habit of reaching over and eating my food. When it came to conversation it was different....he doesn't like to read and he has no preference on music. Basically, after the date I wasn't keen on setting a wedding date and I thought he felt the same way too since he took me home earlier.
A couple of days later I came home from the Journal and my roommate Jessica told me I had a present. It was a gnome. Yes, a gnome from Hank. I asked Jessica if he explained why he was giving me a gnome and she told me that he said I would understand what it was about. I don't. I have never had a conversation about gnomes with anyone until he gave me one.
The End.
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