So, speaking of all things technical and communicational, my favorite professor is jumping ship and transfering to a school far away. He's also getting married. I'm happy for him (despite my tiny brain-crush on him. I mean, the guy's brilliant and can wax philosophical about how society shapes language whilst language is shaping society.) but I'm really going to miss having him around campus. He's the director of my program, and a great guy.

In other news, there's a new guy in my congregation. I love people of all ages in my congregation, but it's always nice to have more people my age to hang out with.

(This probably isn't the nicest story to share, but it's so funny, and I'll keep in anonymous in case any of you ever meet this guy.) I haven't talked to him much before, but was excited when he moved here, because I need more people my age to do stuff with. (Anyone more than 5 years older than me is usually too busy with kids to hang out.) And so far, he's off to a great start. (Which I say with mucho sarcasmo).

Last night, I was talking to two sisters, aged 18 and 16. They're sweet kids, but we don't do much together, because they are homebodies and I am a big fancy-pants grown up. Anyway, so this young fellow walks up, and we all start chatting, and he's a little awkward and nervous (new guy in a new hall, it's understandable.) and at one point he's like "ok, enough about me, lets find out about you ladies. How old are each of you?" He then guesses at the two girls; ages, as he knows them a little more than he knows me. And then he asks me specifically how old I am, and I tell him I'm 23. Then he says. "Now, you're not lying to me about your age because you're a girl, are you?"

And I'm thinking, "Ha-Ha! This poor boy! Does he know what he's getting into? Hi, my name is Rae and I might be the biggest feminist at this hall." So, I simply raise an eyebrow at him, and the other two girls turn and do the same. At least the guy had the decency to blush at this point. But then... THEN... he says, "Well, at least I didn't ask how much each of you weighed."

One of the girls said that weight is usually a better question to ask. "Yes," I said. "Because this is aaaaall muscle" as I patted my behind. (And yes, all my stories do come back to the butt.)

Poor guy. I know most of it had to be nervousness about being in a new congregation. It took him about 20 minutes after the meeting before he left the empty row he was standing in and came over to talk to us. Or maybe he is just that socially retarded. I hope not. I'm trying to recruit more boys to the local swing dancing cause. He has potential, though, for being a fun addition to the local crew. He did laugh at himself after he made his series of fumbles. There's hope yet.