addendum

why am i moving to chile? let me tell you why. a couple of weeks ago i had the unfortunate pleasure of going to a fireside. it was a 5 stake fireside and since i am the ysa rep for my stake, i HAD to go. it was one of those firesides that you really wished you could have missed. not that the speakers weren’t entertaining (they certainly were) but that the message was just a little skewed. the swine flu would have been more appealing…

the fireside was on the topic of “conversion” but the message i received was “good luck if you ever want to get married!” to this day i am still wondering how conversion had anything to do with the how the talk played out. anyway, to make what could be an extremely long story shorter, the guy was ending his talk with some marriage stories. he talked of a cute sister missionary (recently returned) who wanted to get married so bad, but just couldn’t find anyone (i believe this story takes place in indonesia, but my geography is not up to par so i am not sure). this guy tells this cute sister that maybe she should move to jakarta because he hears that there are several returned missionary males there. so what does this girl do? yep, she moves to jakarta. after being there for 4 months she calls this guy and is extremely upset because she still hasn’t found anyone. he tells her that she needs to be patient and to remember how long the children of israel wandered through the desert. she was upset and thought that meant that she had to wait 40 years to find someone…and who wouldn’t? i guess that should have given me hope, because technically i have only been waiting a few years, so i still have several more to go right? but it did not give me hope, it gave me a desire to laugh right out loud. what is this guy trying to say? BUT WAIT…IT GETS BETTER! he then proceeds to tell this story of a secretary that was a “rather large” woman. one day her boss told her that if she really wanted to get married she should just move to chile because he hears that the boys there really like big girls. shock and horror filled my insides. i wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to walk up to the pulpit and slap the man. but at that moment i knew i was destined to move to chile. so my bags are packed and i’m ready to go. american boys will never ask me out. i am going to the land where cute little latinos appreciate a big girl!

really, i’m not…but it sounds fun right?