I'm a 30 year old mother of two who is qualified to help you with dating because I did it all wrong. How do you get through 4 years at BYU-I without a single real relationship in Rexburg? How do you write a missionary for 2 years and have it take nearly a year after he gets home to even go on a date? How do you wind up hiding behind dumpsters to avoid the dreaded DTR? And then, one day, I figured it out. I was making it all entirely too hard. This isn't about Molly Mormon, Peter Priesthood, Becky Homemaker or that guy/girl your parents can't stand. This is about real people having real expectations, real relationships, and being happy. But it takes two to tango. Book of Mormon distance, people.
Ending up pretty darn happily married is no accident.
So tell your FHE group, the guy who can't commit, that girl who keeps calling you, and drop by! Ask questions, seek advice, and be open for some change.
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