For Journaling Purposes

Saturday we attended the temple with some good friends Melody & Johnny. We drove separately because I wanted to hit the camera shop afterward to purchase a new lens. We enter the temple juggling our things, among them the car keys. Phil usually hands them off to me for safekeeping. We paused in the doorway and each of us thought to ourselves that I should take the keys. We both ignored that lovely little thought. Phil took the keys and we each went our separate ways to change.

Waiting for the session to begin a very attractive young woman walks in and takes her place, I personally note her beauty and Phil leans over to me and says "she would be perfect for Kevin" (one of our best friends). I dismiss his crazy thought, since really, we don't know her or her situation. We had a nice session, walking back towards the locker room Phil tells me I need to talk to this girl for Kevin and get her number. I am flabbergasted and protest profusely. He is very stern and adamant that if I see her I need to get her number. I jokingly ask if he is inspired and he replies yes. Great, now I have to ask her. We returned back to the locker room to change.
I am nervous. I don't see her anywhere. As I am folding my clothes she emerges from her changing area. I quickly dart a glance in her direction, the butterflies in a frenzy. I quickly inform my friend of the situation and she cheers me on, giving me the courage I need to approach her.

I do it! Ahhhh! I actually walk up to this pretty girl and ask if she is single, dating anyone and interested in going on a blind date with our good friend. She shyly replies yes, she is single, no, not dating anyone and yes, she is open to a complete stranger approaching her in the temple asking for her number. Success! I have never felt so awkward in my life. I return to Phil triumphant.

We exit the temple, walking towards our cars. Phil starts looking for the keys.

"Do you have them?" he asks me.

"No." I reply. "You kept them."

We stop dead in our tracks and I conduct a pat down of Phil's extremities and pockets while he digs deep in his temple case for the elusive keys. Nothing.

He and Johnny return to the temple to search inside while Melody & I shoot the breeze in the hotness of Arizona mid-October. After a time the boys return. Empty-handed.

Frustration abounds. Long story short: We hitch a ride home with our friends, hire a locksmith to effortlessly "break-in" (scary actually how easy it was), order a new key for my car, pick up the car and yes still make it to the camera store for me to buy a new lens. (Pics posted soon with my new beauty.)

Crazy day and Phil & I both committed to me being the safe keeper of future keys. As of today our keys are still MIA, probably sitting patiently in the temple waiting to be found. Come home keys! Come Home!