Wednesday, January 23, 2008

problems with girls

Dear Family,
This is my highlight letter for the CTM. Not much happened this last week but I will mention somethings in this letter.
This first section I call trouble with women. I thought my troubles with women was over when I left on my mission. Little did I know it was just the beginning. And it seems it will only get worse. First of all I think that while at the CTM the sister Missionaries should not be allowed to wear makeup. They are distracting as is. We have to keep them as ugly as possible around the Elders. Out in the field they defiantly can wear the make up. When they are surrounded on all sides with elders they need to be as little a distraction as possible.
Now with that general statement said I will start my stories. This first one is terrible but yet so funny. It was my 4th week out. Our district was practicing with a brand new district. They were giving the first lesson in English, not a difficult one. I was split off from my companions because they had one more companionship than us. So I was alone, rather by myself with a companionship of sister missionaries, in a crowded room. The sisters did terrible like many do on their first try. I just sat dumbly and listened. During the part on the restoration, one of the sisters lost her place and train of thought. She said, “I don’t know what to say”. I should have just kept my trap shut, but instead I offered that she should talk about the first vision because she hadn’t mentioned it yet. She replied that it was not in her notes. This is when I really should have shut my trap. Instead I said, “Well it’s a very important part of the restoration.” She started to look sad and she wasn’t saying anything, this is when I really should have shut my trap. I said, it’s okay everyone’s first time is terrible just go on.’ Apparently these words were not comforting because she burst out crying and left the room. I will leave it at that. Needless to say I apologized the next time I saw her and she probably still thinks I’m a jerk.
Next is a story from this last time proselyting. I only had family pass along cards. I had some great success with other cards, but no one seemed to care about families. As we walked a young woman yelled out to us, so we went over to speak with her. She and a friend were running a hotdog stand. I only had family cards so I gave her my best family shpeal and she accepted the card happily. Her friend took one too. I was about to move on but they continued to talk so I listened. To fully understand the next part you have to understand that in protégées boyfriend and girlfriend are amaora and amamorado, which directly translated would be lover. I thought she asked, do you have a girlfriend at home. I said no. She asked why. I said ask them. I accidentally made that comment masculine not feminine. She had actually said, “do you want to come to my house and make love,’ Luckily I said no. Since I had replied ask them (masculine) to her question of why, she than asked Elder Karr if he wanted to make love. We both than understood the question and said no and goodbye.
I have had other trouble with women also because they seem to think that I’m attractive. I don’t know what is wrong with them. Now that I am not available they seem to be everywhere. But it might just be that it is because I am out talking to so many when we go prosylighting. There have been more than a couple that have looked excited for me to come up and talk to them. But they seem to be disappointed when I tell them I have a message for them and that I am a missionary. Like the last person I gave a book of Mormon to. I was talking to a man on the street about the Book of Mormon and he was very receptive. His sister had just been baptized. He also said that he was jealous because his sister fed the missionaries better then him. But while we were talking to him I noticed that the girl running the juice stand near by was looking very intently at us. The guy said he already had a book of Mormon so we committed him to read it and to contact the missionaries in his sister’s ward. I then told my companions that the girl at the juice stand had been looking at us so we decided to go talk to her. She didn’t’ have any customers. That opportunity came quickly. Since I was the only one with a book of Mormon, I made the approach. As we got closer we noticed that she was quite good looking. She seemed very happy to see us coming to talk to her. But when I said we were missionaries the smile on her face dropped a little. It then occurred to me that she had been looking at me not us. I continued my message my way. She actually was very interested. She had never heard of our church and was very interested to know why we were giving away books for free. She kept asking “Porque” ‘why’? I kept explaining by the end I had given her nearly the entire first discussion and committed her to reading the Book of Mormon and calling the contact number to have the missionaries answer her questions and explain more. I guess that having girls like her isn’t that bad. But sometimes it sure is aggregating.
Now my other girl problems are not because of girls likening me it is that the Brazilian Sister missionaries are becoming Elder Karr’s groupies. Elder Karr is a professional singer and has a good voice. But I can’t stand mobs of girls going canta, canta, canta – sing, sing, sing. It annoys me to no end. I have been angry with Elder Karr several times obliging them. One time I even unplugged the electric piano he was playing with his song. It has been the greatest source of contention in our companionship.
For the most part that explains my trouble with girls.
This next part is stories of the MTC or CTM.
I really can’t remember the exact days that these things happened. The days all blend together. The only days that have any definition in my mind are p-days and proselyting days, so if these stories are in the month they happened I will consider it a success.
I am out of time I will continue next week, or maybe the one after it depends on whether I can send letters on the day I leave the CTM.

(He didn’t even take time to sign this letter. )

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