My dad has always told me that there are three essentials for the man I marry. The first is that he must have a testimony of the Gospel. Second that he must be willing to work, and we always forget the third one but my mom recently reminded us that it is that he must be kind. Tonight two more essentials were created.
The fourth essetial: Must like baseball. Earlier in the year I dated a guy from Virginia. He came out to visit the week before school started and I got to take him around and show him all the great things about LA. One of the great things about living here is being able to attend Dodger games. I've gone to them ever since I was little. In fact, my dad went to a Dodger game the night of my birth. We're big Dodger fans (win or lose). So I took Matthew to a Dodger game. It was a fantastic game in which the Dodgers creamed the Padres 11-2. Was Matt interested? Hardly. He spent the entire time scooting closer and closer to me, trying to hold my hand every moment he could. He didn't care any time we scored a run. It was very disappointing. Needless to say, I got rid of him quickly.
The fifth essential goes right along with the fourth, so really it might be essential 4.5. Not only must he like baseball, he must be able to catch a foul ball if it happens to come towards him. My dad and I went to the ball game tonight (great game against the Phillies. We won 7-6, earning us the tied position for first with the Diamondbacks) and almost every time a foul ball was hit, it was either dropped or missed, even by those wearing gloves.