{cute co-worker that I've gone on a date with and really want to go on a second date with}: "Mackenzie, thanks for comin' over {apartment game night at his place}! You are so awesome! Blake and I were talking earlier and want to adopt you."
{me}: "adopt me? Haha, like a child?"
{him}: "Yeah! We'll take you under our wing!"

whoa whoa whoa, I don't want to be adopted, I want to be dated. Haha, let's get on that buddy. Chop chop. Haha. No seriously.

Lately I've gone on tons of dates. A million. And all of the ones that I don't really want a second date from ask me on a second dates while all of the ones I want to ask me out again don't!
First world problems.
Woe is me.
Poor white Mormon American.

It really is a weird culture here at the Y.