charming

So a few weeks ago, I wandered on over into a "Marriage Prep" class for Sunday school, because I thought it was interesting that it was being taught by a married couple that used to be in my student ward. Now, until that point, I had steered FAR, far away from any class even remotely coming close to that subject, as I don't need "YOU NEED TO GET MARRIED SOON!!!" smonched down my throat, thank you. Also, the people I generally imagine attending those kind of classes in my mind were "the desperates." You know, the ones who are really in a serious hurry about getting down to it and finding "The One" (which does not exist by the way) they can snatch up and ride on off to eternity. Yay!
No. Me? Marriage? Soon? HA. I have so much more growing up to do....
So, naturally, this was a first for me. So I drag my brother and his two friends on in, and give them an awkward laugh as we all take our places on the very last row.
And hey, I actually kind of liked it. I also learned a few pretty useful things.
Allow me to elaborate.
I spent quite a bit of the class trying to figure out if the young man teaching it had a sense of humor or not. Some people, you can absolutely tell, but I couldn't really pin down his style. At the end, I was still unsure, but I listened closely as he began telling everyone advice on "how you'll know they're the right one."  He said, one of his friends felt peace, his other friend felt this, another experienced that, yada yada. but....... "As for me? Well, let's just say, I knew it, and I knew that God knew it, and.... I could not deny it!"
WELL. I thought that was a joke... literally, I genuinely thought he was trying to be funny and charming, quoting Joseph Smith and all.    Right?    So, I laughed.
Funny thing.
He was being DEAD serious.
Luckily I didn't laugh very loud because man, that room was silent. These people were really taking that to heart, and here I'd thought it was a joke. Wow. Go me.
I was seriously so glad to get out of that room fast, as I felt pretty guilty and I was really hoping the teacher didn't hear my little "misinterpretation."
One thing's for sure, though.
My husband?
He WILL have a sense of humor.