You're What?

A particular son of mine was at a party at his college, deep in the mountains of Provo. He was invited there by a former mission acquaintance. Standing outside with his room mates (all of them just recently returned missionaries), they were trying to work up the nerve to go inside and dance.

Nearby, a group of young ladies, some of them returned missionaries themselves, stood outside for the same reasons.

Soon the party thrower came out and got them to all go inside and just dance in groups with each other. It seemed to work well.

Really well. One really cute blonde sidled up to this particular son of mine and behaved very flirtatiously. Said son had a really good time and it felt good to break the ice.

Afterward, outside, all parties were talking and trying to figure out who lived where and with who. Said son was coyly trying to determine how he might find cute blond in the future. The conversation went something like this:

Son: "So you live with her and you two are room mates...... Where does she live?" (pointing to blond).

Random Girl: "Oh, she lives with her husband." It was then that he looked down and noticed the rock on her hand.

The ice wasn't broken - it was shattered. Said son was sure he did something to entice a married woman.

At first, I thought she was a really bad wife, tired of being married and out for a good time with friends.

The next morning I was sure she was still a bad wife, but trying to toy with newly returned missionaries to get a reaction.

Either way - This is a big time LOSER, with the "L" on the forehead.

I hope there aren't too many of this type at this place.