Intro:

Growing up in Utah it is almost “expected” to be in some sort of courtship or relationship by at the most, your early 20’s. So what does every typical girl yearning to reach this goal do just so they don’t have to constantly hear their mother crying for grandbabies or having that wanting gut feeling to plan a wedding that will be better than the Relief Society Presidents daughters’ and also a way they can flaunt their latest “pins” of off Pinterest at. They make honor roll, become seminary president, and become as involved as they can during high school so they can beat off all the other desperate young women around the world and land on the BYU acceptance list. Even if they don’t get into BYU, they try the second best and closest thing, UVU, and since UVU is an open enrollment school, they have every chance in the world to make it to the single capital of the world, Provo, to cultivate every RM that dares enter the boiling pot of wedding and baby hungry 18+ year olds.

Is it intimidating that the LDS female population has taken pinning to a whole new level and at this point will have their future wedding, home and current outfits all planned because of it?  Or have men even taken interest in the suddenly new profound obsession of shopping at the so-called “classiest” store of the century, also known as J. Crew. I mean it is a step up from the traditional lace lined undershirts that you can find at any local Down East or CTR clothing, but is it really necessary that we turn into the ideal hipster image or perfect housewife that men find so appealing just to land a date?

Do the men base their future wife off of height, personality, and looks? Are we supposed to be so aggressive that the men finally just break because they’re literally being smothered by Justin Biebers new perfume and our coupon receipts from hobby lobby? It’s not that we want to hurt the men in any way; it’s just that we’re on a “mission” too. However, instead of two years, we’re hoping this mission lasts for all eternity.  

During my semester course and hopefully even after, I am going to be on the quest to find out the secrets, tricks, and tools to finally land a date in the sanctum of supposed love. There might be tears shed, hearts broken, and even failed attempts of flirting with the co-captain of the inter-mural ultimate frisbee team, but it’s a risk I am willing to take for my fellow desperate future housewives.