1. Let the manhunt begin!
2. Doomed unrequited love was something we could definitely relate to in the Mia Maids class
3. Sexual Purity
4. Another great year at Youth Conference

• (character chart)

1. Young Women's
2. Youth Conference
3. Saturday's Warrior
4. Brigham Young University
• Gratuitous Love Scene
5. Polygamist
6. Temple Wedding
7. Orem High
8. Bordeaux Mission
9. Exmo Conference

As soon as we started dancing, as usual I began to wonder if this wasn't perhaps kind of nerdy of us, a bunch of girls just dancing together like that. After all we weren't particularly good dancers -- we just moved our arms and legs randomly more or less in time with the music. But the idea was that if we were out there dancing on our own we would look like maybe we were having fun instead of projecting the look of desperation we would have had if we stood or sat on the sidelines staring at our shoes waiting for boys to ask us to dance. So we danced, and soon a few other circles of nerdy girls were occupying other parts of the dance floor. Some couples started dancing, but these were probably established boyfriend-girlfriend pairs since there was still plenty of time before the DJ would be moving on to slow songs, and people rarely asked people they didn't know to dance a fast song.

After a few songs out on the dance floor, Amy and I had completed our opening penance, so we slipped out of the circle and off to the sidelines to scope for boys. Obviously we each had someone in particular that we were on the lookout for, but our respective favorites hadn't arrived yet (and undoubtedly wouldn't be looking for us anyway when they arrived), so we started checking out the other possibilities. As usual, the girl-boy ratio appeared to be about three to two. In some theoretical sense the boys were supposed to be the ones to ask the girls to dance, but in practice that was rarely the case. They didn't need to put themselves out since every guy from the hottest to the most undesirable would be approached frequently by a variety of girls. So unless you were one of the most popular girls, you didn't just wait around to get asked unless you didn't want to dance with boys at all.

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"What do you think -- do you see anyone promising?" I asked Amy.

"Those two guys over by the corner of the punch table look interesting."

I looked over to check out who she was talking about. There were two guys standing there: one taller, a bit chubby wearing sneakers with his dress pants and his shirt half-untucked, the other quite short wearing a full suit and tie and glasses with thick, dark frames. They both looked nervous and shy, which was a good sign if we wanted to attract them. There were of course already plenty of guys around the perimeter who looked cool and confident, perhaps athletic and/or very well dressed, but those guys didn't even show up on our radar -- they were for girls like Kimberly and Lara and Claire. Amy and I weren't going to spend our time and emotional energy on guys that would never give us the time of day. But we might have a reasonable chance with the two Amy had spotted.

"A big one and a little one -- like us. Not bad," I said.

"Well then I guess it's time for us to go get some punch," said Amy.

So we ambled nonchalantly over to the punch table and took up a position, not right next to the two guys, but close enough that it would be difficult for them not to notice us. We each grabbed a cup of punch, and Amy started telling me a funny story about some things that she and her sister had done at the mall. It didn't matter what we were talking about really because the guys couldn't hear our conversation over the music -- we were just making a show of talking and laughing so that they could see that we were having fun.

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