Date: March 19, 2023 06:20PM
i almost banged one sister missionary. where was my companion you may ask? he was in the other room with the other sister helping her look for something she had misplaced. of course we all knew it was bs that they needed help as they had approached us during conferences before for random stuff. we went to their place on the next preparation day anyway
hey, don't look at me. they called us. we were at the office. it was our job to assist other missionaries.
she was very good looking. like one of those hot nuns you see in the movies. think of opening scene of the "californication" tv series type nun. i was like..."sister oh my god i didn't know you looked so good". i couldn't move for a while. i can't remember what she said to me. all i remember was the way she made me feel. i politely removed her arms from around my neck. i simply couldn't do it. i could see the lust in her eyes for this humble servant of the lord. she was game. i was 20. she was 23.
she felt rejected and i felt horrible for that. she called the office a few more times for book of mormon material, random stuff. i pretended that absolutely nothing had ever happened. when she was finishing her mission she gave me her home address (no email back then) and her landline (no cell phones back then either). she wrote me a couple of times after my mission. i never wrote back.
now given half a chance i'd do it. we would have never said anything. sweet baby jesus she wanted me bad and truth be told, i wanted her too but it was forbidden love haha sometimes i think about her and i'm pretty sure she thinks about me too
also with two investigators, and one random mormon girl that kept on insisting on private lessons. all freshman college girls. hot and sexy like you wouldn't believe.
where was my companion? i got paired with a local member while my companion went with someone else. that went on for a few afternoons each month. each time the local member started playing video games while the girl asked for a blessing. in her room, upstairs, early afternoon. everybody else was either at work or school. so it was just me, the girl, and my gamer ward companion downstairs yelling at the tv/game console. those girls orchestrated it well though. credit to them. by the second time i sensed the pattern but i went along. deep down i wanted them too. it's just the feeling of guilt that followed led me to tears although i never did anything. crazy.
moral of the story: hormones are real. i don't judge myself or the girls in a negative way.
i do have another weird story. that was the strangest confession i ever heard from two missionaries. i was supposed to stay with them until the president was ready to talk to them individually. while we waited one of them bursted in tears and told me the craziest story i've ever heard in my whole entire life. a wtf moment even for a kid like myself. but that's for another time