dating. I'll call him Tim. We'd been on two two dates, and he'd held my hand but hadn't kissed me yet. We had FHE on Monday night at a trampoline park, and I was headed out of state for three weeks on Thursday.

While at FHE, my roommate's best friend (I'll call him Joe) came up to me and started talking to me in my very obscure mission language. I was so confused to hear Joe talking to me in that language. After getting over my initial confusion, I realized he was asking me out for Wednesday night. I wasn't officially dating Tim yet so I didn't feel like I could say no, and we had this really awkward conversation where I'd respond in Indonesian but then realize Joe had only learned enough words to ask me out, not enough to understand my responses. Somewhere in this weird conversation I told him I'd be packing that night and super busy that day, so we set a date at 6pm and he promised to keep it under an hour.

Problem was I was leaving for town the next day and wanted to see Tim, not Joe. So I told Tim what was going on, and he told me we could go for a drive after the date at 8. I go out with Joe that night and he's super respectful and has me home within an hour. Then I go for a drive with Tim, he kisses me and I'm SUPER excited to go home and tell my roommates. He walks me to the door and kisses me on the doorstep before I realize the door is open. I walk in and who's sitting on the couch? Joe. He sees me and just says "Springirl! And here I was thinking we needed to quiet down because you went to bed early before your big trip".

I quickly ran to bed.