Brigham Young University
"Are you sure that that's what he has in mind?" I asked. "This one's a returned-missionary, isn't he?"
"Yes, but he's an athlete," Cindy explained. "All of the guys on the sports teams are the same. I should know."
Sports were important enough to BYU culture that the athletes tended to be treated with a bit of indulgence. They were also one of the few segments of BYU culture where non-members were non-trivially represented, as the university was interested in recruiting students that would be star players for their teams, possibly at the expense of other desirable qualities. So while the athletes perhaps had to avoid getting too out-of-hand, the administration wasn't following them around looking to punish every indiscretion.
"I know that this is none of my business," I said, "but aren't you worried that you may be jeopardizing your chances of getting married in the temple someday?"
Cindy paused as if she hadn't really thought about that before. Then she said "Oh, come on, everybody does it."
"And besides," said Amy, "if you can't get a temple recommend right before your marriage, you can always get married outside the temple and then get sealed in the temple a year later."
"To be honest with you," I said, "I don't think that everyone is doing it. If you two confided in our other friends the way you confide in me, Janie isn't the only one who would be shocked."
"Really? You think?" asked Amy.
"Oh, yes," I said with certainty.
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