A Series of 3 (unfortunate events)

As you may have noticed, our blog has been running a little dry as of late. Not for lack of effort mind you, but it appears that the universe had bigger problems to worry about than our never-ending tale of rejection. But fate smiled wryly on Tuesday as she delivered Austrie and I a cruel, ironic invitation. It came in the form of intense humiliation in the span of five minutes in the bookstore as every male that I've dated in the past few months walked past me, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. As Austrie and I laughed/cried our way to the cashier, we noticed a flyer sponsored by the university to attend speed dating. SPEED DATING. After the gales of laughter subsided, Austrie turned to me with wide eyes, and shrieked,"Let's do it!" Laughter attack round two ensued, with a determination that we would subject ourselves to the event that would guarantee at least one solid blog post. (We really go the extra mile for y'all)

>On Thursday<

After the longest day, with greasy hair and the film that settles on your skin after hours of CAD and classes, we trudged the walk of desperation as slowly as possible up to the Hinckley.

As we approached out destination, we saw something that made my heart turn cold, and weakened my commitment to the blog.  

>Bald, blazer, green socks with chacos<

Yes, he too was attending speed dating. It only went downhill from that moment. After a quick walk by, I literally wanted to run in the opposite direction as far as I could. The only thing that got me across the threshold was Austrie repeating to me over and over, "For the blog, for the blog!" And so for you, dear readers, we subjected ourselves to three-minute increments of torture for an hour and a half. There were some boys that you could tell were genuinely trying and were really, really shy, but for the most part, every stereotype that enters your mind when you hear the phrase speed dating is accurate. I even got to "date" bald-chaco, and was asked what I was told the most important question of my life: "How do you feel about Lord of the Rings?" The clincher of the entire night was the prayer, supplicating divine powers to allow temple marriages to be achieved through this evening. I. DIED. Not to mention the staff running the event was looking at Austrie and I  with total bewilderment, as if to say,"What are you doing here?!" And as we left, almost wetting ourselves with our laughter about what we had just experience, an idea was born. And here we announce that we have now entered a series post. Over the course of the next few weeks, you will be rewarded with posts that all have to do with the number three. 

Tonight was Episode 1: 3 Minutes. Stay tuned for part two. You're really going to want to  read it. You might even want to swipe right.