Thursday, January 7, 2010



Dating Makes You Want to Die, but you have to do it anyway...

Need I say More?

-Lucy

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Good Luck to You and Your Boyfriend

Today I met the first guy at my school that I thought I had even the slightest chance of liking... he was really cute and I decided to be brave and talk to him after class.

He's gay.

-Lucy

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Unhelpful Info of Life

It seems to me like everyone these days wants to talk about my lameness in not dating. I know that it is so lame, but I just don't think I am the kind of person who deserves for it to be pointed out to me all the time. If you see someone with some kind of growth defect you don't automatically ask them what is wrong with them do you?! NO!!! That is why I am so mad that people keep asking me why I don't go on a whole lot of dates. Boys just don't call... okay?!!

Lately I went home for the Holidays and I got no end of questions about all my friends at college. Once my dad realized that I really do not date a whole lot he "decided" on his own why I am not being asked on dates. This is his reasoning process that he sat me down to tell me.

All boys think they are 10s and so they try to date all the girls that are 10s. and once they tell him he is a 3 then he moves down until all the girls have rejected him. But one girl that is a 6 will decide that she loves him so they will get married. So someday the boys will get around to dating you.

Oh this was REALLY something I wanted to hear... just sayin'.... I am sure he was really trying to be helpful, but I just cried because my dad was saing that I was a 6! Are boys really that lame that they would get rejected a billion times and then settle for the one girl that will take them?! Well, props to you dad for opening my eyes to this new development. I love you anyways :)

<3 Jen

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Singles Dances Are LAME!

Sorry, but it's the truth Let’s review:

When there is a dance coming up I usually spend at least an hour getting ready. I go over to Jen’s house and we spend even more time getting ready and making sure that everything is perfect. I don't know why we continue to do this... after ever dance I always wonder to myself, why did I waste time getting myself all pretty for this again? I never have come up with an accurate answer. Anyway, then we go to the dance a little late so we’re not the first ones there and guess what… we spend the whole dance leaning against the wall.

Actually, not the whole time, here are the exceptions:
When looser boy asks you to dance… I’m not trying to be mean but everyone knows there’s this one guy who asks every girl to dance except the one girl that actually might ever like him even a little bit. This person also uses the same line for every girl that’s at the dance, like, “wow, the stars are so beautiful, but not as beautiful as you” That is a real life example by the way.

So the other exception is that me and Jen and aren’t the lame girls who are too cool to dance during the fast songs. I’ll Contini Joe with the best of them! We join in on circles and interact with people but guess what! When a the slow dance starts, we’re back to the refreshment table in no time.

I’m worse than most girls though cause I’ve given up. I don’t wait on the edge of the dance floor anymore, nope. I’ve stooped low enough to purposely making myself continently unavailable when a slow song starts. I usually make sure I’m thirsty right before a slow song starts and then hold the cup for the rest of the song. This is really lame, I know, but it makes me feel a little bit better knowing there was a reason I didn’t get asked to dance other than the fact the kind of magnet that you can only squish another magnet to for like two seconds before they get pushed apart.

The worst ever is this: after the dance there are a lot of people who feel the need to compare the number of times they were asked to dance. I use to say,” oh, (pretend to think about it) I don’t remember” and leave it at that but now I usually look them in the eye and say, “I got asked to dance once, what of it!?” But I’m not bitter…
-Lucy